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Before I start writing... I kind of suck at writing sex stories! I would really appreciate it if I could get some positive feedback or helpful critique. I got this account to write stories for my strange friends, there is three of 'em. But the first story I am going to be writing is for someone I've bee promising a sex story forever now. And she's in love with Texas Chainsaw Massacre, so you see how that goes. She wishes for her name to be kept a secret, so I'll call her by her middle name in this story. Enjoy! --- Everytime she exhaled, her chest ached. The cold stung her throat and lungs, and the cold dew on the grass was making her feet burn. It was dead silent, she tried to stop breathing whenever she took a step. It was pitch black outside, she couldn't help but to ask herself, 'Can you do this? Can you survive this, Rosey?' She bit her lip and slowly stepped over a couple of branches, she was terrifed. The light from the house was shining into the woods, she knew they could see her at any time. Next to dying, what she was fearing the most; to be caught the way she was. Topless. It was cold out, and trying to cover her C-36 sized breasts weren't as easy as she thought it'd be. There was a perfect moment to grab her button up shirt when the man swinging a chainsaw fell over a fence...Why she didn't was beyond her. She mentally scolded herself for being stupid, when subconciously she knew that wasn't the reason she didn't pick her shirt back up. Far off in the distance, she could hear the horrifying chainsaw sputtering. It was far enough that Rosey knew there was no reason to panic, they must've thought she went the other direction. With the easy thought on her mind, she began to run, not caring about how loud she was. 'Your gonna do it, Rosey...Your going to make it!' Her rose red hair whipped wildly around her face, a few strands stuck to her face from blood. Soon, she came to a stop. She realized she had no idea where she was going, and the thought of running into someone half naked didn't thrill her all that much. Rosey leaned against a tree to lick her dry lips and let out a few sobs. It was the most frustrating situation she had ever been in. It also began to worry her that she heard the oh so scary weapon hault to a stop the moment she started running. Then, she heard a twig snap behind her. Her chest exploded but froze at the same time, she wasn't even able to breathe. Her irish green eyes darted around the darkness that her vision still hadn't adjusted to. Rosey took one step forward, and then felt a hand larger than her neck take a hold of her hair, and throw her to the ground. Rosey let out a blood curling scream when she landed near blood covered boots, and looked up to see a tattered apron, stained with her friends insides. Sticks, mud and leaves prevented her from crawling away. She continued to scream as this massive man whom she could only compare to the size of a football player started to rev his chainsaw. The man she had come to know as Leatherface. Frustrated grunts came from under his mask as the chainsaw wouldn't start. Rosey sobbed and covered her face, completely forgetting about being bare. It was just that; her large, perky breasts that reminded Leatherface it was always when in the middle of danger teenagers decided to have sex. So many people he had killed while having sex, he never once had the experiance. As she held her breath, covering her eyes...Leatherface's lips twitched with joy when he began to realized what an opportunity he had infront of him. She had no where to go, she was half naked, and she was drop dead gorgeous. His child-like mind drove him to drop to one knee and just stare at her body, he also felt lucky that it was summer and she wore shorts. Her curves were sharp, they looked so easy to trace and hold. She was physically fit as most of the teens he encountered were...She was extremely short, but had slender legs, beautifully toned and smooth. Her covering her eyes brought back the memories of when girls couldnt stand to look at him. He roughly removed her hands and stared into her eyes, filled with fear. He threw his other leg over her, now staring down at her, she began to sob again. It wasn't hard to see what was going to happen. In one swift motion, he threw his apron over his shoulder and started to unbuckle his pants. In such a state of shock, she kept staring. Not making a peep. When his manhood finally had relief from not being contained, he sighed and started on her shorts. His legs kept her from moving, and she didn't dare raise her hands to him. He easily and slowly unzipped her shorts, staring into her eyes as he did so. Rosey felt herself become more confused than anything. She wondered why she wasn't scared, why she felt strangely aroused. It was almost torture, his thumb pressing down on her clitoris. He was making her wet, and he didn't even know it. The corners of her mouth form a smile for half a second, she then stared down at his hand. Not very suprised to see an erection, and him continuing to pull her shorts down. Finally, he had her completely naked except for the necklace dangling between her breasts. She kept her wrists planted in the ground where he left them, even though he was no longer holding her down. Rosey found herself shrieking when he lowered himself down to her level, occasionally licking his lips while giving her a glare of desire. He seemed to gently brush his fingers down the middle of her head, pushing her bangs back; then roughly tightening his grip to keep her head in the same place as he peeled her bottom lip down with his other hand, and rammed his tongue into her mouth. Rosey found no reason to scream, unless she wanted to feel more awkward and scared than she already did. Cringing in disgust, she felt him let go and suddenly place his hands all down her body, as if inspecting her. His hand jumped from her youthful breasts, her now completely wet pussy, her beautiful tangled hair and then back again. She threw her hands to the ground in a fit, and stared into his baby blues, and snarled, "D-do it...J-just....Do it." He cocked his head but kept his eyes on her. He parted her legs in a rough manner, pushing them as far as they would go, growling as he did so. Then, keeping her distracted by his animalistic sounds, he slowly pushed his erected cock into her, making sure she felt the pain. Rosey could make do with cringing in pain when he first started, then couldn't bare the pain as it was all the way in her, and shrieked in pain. She knew better than to try and attack him, so she intertwined her fingers through her hair and ratted it up, whining and sobbing at the feeling of her innocence being taken. Somehow, under all the pain, she was being stroked and rubbed in a way she'd never felt before, she almost couldn't believe how enjoyable the tingling was. He slightly pulled back out of her, then pushed himself back in. His throbbing cock felt amazing inside of her, she could feel every movement he was making. The short squeeks of pain were now becoming short pants and breathless grunts. She felt her pussy heat up when he dug his hands into the mud beside her head and start to pick up his pace, his cock slid in and out of her with ease, she was extremely aroused, and the blood helped as a lubricant. The horrid situation almost didn't bother her anymore, she didn't feel like her life was in any danger, at all. She had come to learn Leatherface as a mental illness, half the time he didn't know what he was doing was wrong. It's what made the experiance so thrilling, she felt like she was seven again, touching her pussy for the first time. The overbearing feeling of knowing your not getting the tingle to its full extent, but still enough to make you think it's the horniest you'll ever be. Naturally, he thrusted upwards while fucking her; his pelvic bone colliding with her clit, and the tip of his penis stroking her sensative spot everytime. She began screaming like before, just as loud. Only this time, she had a hold on the colar of his shirt, begging and pleading him to go faster. Poor Thomas did the best he could. Rosey took a hold of the tie that was dangling on her breasts and threw him to the side. He was caught off guard, so he lost his balance and fell to his side, then rolled onto his back. She immediatly crawled ontop of him, teasing his cock by dragging her wet pussy on it as she moved closer to his face. It wasn't like Rosey to make faces during situations like this, she tried her best to keep it straight. Secretly, the teasing she was doing was driving herself crazy. It felt like a wet dream, the wet dream that you never get to finish; only she grinned from ear to ear when she realized she had the power. She could fuck the shit out of someone for the first time, feel her first orgasm. This is a time she knew she'd never forget. Gently, she positioned his stiff to her entrance and sat down. She saw the discomfort on his face, the look in his eyes that said, 'Please.' Rosey started to buck her hips forward, slowly at first to see if it felt right. She had never had sex before, let alone ride someone. It felt amazing to her, she could make sure it rubbed against all the right place, it was him she was worried about. Her concern was put to rest when he let out more of his crazy grunts and groans, some sounding like he was trying to say, 'Yeah.' She never thought she'd be the type to be turned on by noises, but she was. Rocking back and forth on him furiously, she still had his tie in her hand, she slightly pulled it upwards, "Please," She begged in a baby tone, "Make more noise, for me, please make sounds. Let me know you like it!" It was almost painful how much she loved him grunting like an animal, she started becoming more aware of the scents of sex, it smelt like her pillow after she had a wet dream. The thought made her crave more sexual attention, she pushed it farther and farther. She took his hand, it was massive compared to hers; and she placed it on her lower back, hoping he'd get the idea. Without missing a beat he reached up and took a hold of her tit. It was suprising that a girl her size, could have such large breasts, and they appeared so perky. Very soft to the touch. She was a little disappointed he took his hand off her breast to place it on her hip, but he made up for it by tightening his grip and forced himself farther into her. Without warning, every sexual sensation Rosey experianced multiplied x10. She arched her back and moaned loudly. The contractions of her still active pussy threw Leatherface over the edge, and he orgasmed with her. She lifted herself off his manhood, but kept ontop of him. Wondering how the man she thought was going to kill her, became the most curious gentle giant she had ever encountered. Rosey then slid off of him, noticing his apron was on the ground beside them. She took a hold of it and tied it around herself, so no one could see her bare. He was the only one she found fit to see her goods. Rosey wiped the sweat from her face, the summer air making it muggy out, she hadn't noticed untill she was finished. "So..." She chuckled at him, and brought her knees to her chin, "I had a feeling something was up when you first got a hold of me...You knew better than to just hold my waist but...I dont mind so much anymore." She twirled a lock of her red hair between her fingers. His eyes were so easy to read. "Leatherface! Leatherface you hog bitch, didja get her!? Didja get that bitch!?" Was all they heard from the distance, Rosey immediatly jumped to her feet and leaned against a tree. Leatherface jumped to his feet as well, making the noises of a panicing child in trouble. He glanced at her, hunched over playing with his tie; trying to make himself seem less intimidating. He lightly raised his hands in a calming motion, letting her know it was ok. He patted his chest, right where his heart was. At this point, she didn't want to leave but she knew she had to, "Hey..." She softly said walking away, his eyes darted towards her, "I'll be seeing you again, ok?" He nodded ever so slightly as she took off running past the woods. The sight of society made her happy enough to drop to her knees. Everything was ok in her head, she knew she'd be paying another visit to him again.

Sometimes losing your virginity isn't as romantic as you think it'd be. I taught my girl that lesson well enough... My name is Damien, I won't give out my last name for privacy reasons. I have dark hair, icy blue eyes, and a couple of freckles here and there. I always have my hair in a downward style. I have short hair, some of it's pushed behind my ears, and the bangs hang infront of my face. I'm around 5'6 and a pretty fit guy. My girlfriend's name is Sierra, we've been together for three years. She has long brown hair, dark hazel eyes, and her skin is flawless. She has the pouty lips, nicely shaped. She's 4'9, only making her cuter. She has curves like I've never seen, thick thights, and a C36 bra size. That's fun on my part. She's always wearing bright colors and batting her long eyelashes at me, it brightens my day. The only thing wrong with her is she thinks its funny to send me pictures of her in only her bra, or undies. She also thinks its funny to send me text messages that are dirty, yet she never once mentioned she wanted to lose her virginity to me. She always played around with my mind, she knew she had the upper hand. I would never cheat on her, and she knew that. So she thought she was in the clear of dangling sex infront of me, and having me paw at it like a cat. Well, one night I called her over, told her my parents were away and I wanted to spend time with her. She believed me and came over, she wore the lime green dress she loved, and her white tenneshoes. Her hair done in a messy, yet cute, bun with a matching headband. She plopped her hyper self onto the couch right next to me, and snuggled close. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smiling a bit, I could tell she was enjoying herself. Before either of us knew it, I reached my hand around, trying to get a feel of her chest. She glared up at me, not angry, more of a, 'What do you think your doing' type of look, her mouth slightly gaped. I bent down and pressed my lips against her, not yet kissing her. "Are you ready to fuck me yet? Or do you need more time?" I wasn't suprised to see her eyes grow large, I never usually cursed around her. She knew I meant business. She sat up a bit, I wouldn't let her, I kept her head close to mine, in a sort of agressive fashion. "Are you?" The look in her eyes was a bit fearful, knowing I wouldn't let her up. And...It fascinated me. I would never hurt her, don't get me wrong, but I enjoyed seeing her being the puppet this time. I started to feel my pants get a little tighter with each second of me thinking about what I was going to do to this poor innocent angel. My icy glare peered into her eyes, and I half smiled before pushing her onto her back, and I pinned her wrists down. I sat ontop of her, my legs spread on either side of her, I knew by the look on her face she could feel my erection. The skinny jeans weren't helping at all. I saw her lip quiver for a second, "I-I....Ok. We can if you want to." Her meek little voice whispered to me, she was blushing a bit. I smiled and stuck my hand under her dress. I meant to feel what kind of undies she was wearing, but my hand had a mind of it's own. It found it's way to her chest and started to massage her large breasts. She bit her bottom lip, embarrassment and fear written all over her cute face. I saw a tear form in her eye, not from being scared, because I was being a little too rough. I bent down and flipped her ontop. I wanted to see how she would react. It took a moment for her to let her body relax and look down at me, "W-what do you want me to do?" She asked, slightly more confident. It made me smile, I threw off my dark green T-shirt and laid back down, "Whatever you want to, babe." I whispered. Whether she did anything I liked or not, it was getting me off that she was so clueless and innocent on the whole subject. She had no clue what she was doing. She slowly let her hair down and took her dress off. This was a day she didn't wear her bra. She sat ontop of me, only wearing her lacy undies, and her cute bootie socks. I could almost feel her dripping through her underpants, I felt myself blush a little. I never seen her in the bare in person before, it took me a moment to take in all her perfection and beauty. I started to take off my choker colar, it had spikes and I didn't want to her hurt her. She placed her hands on mine and pushed them away, in the most sugar coated voice she said, "No! Keep it on, it looks sexy!" She couldn't even say sexy in a dirty way, she sounded so cute. I could feel my self dripping, pre-come was just soaking my pants. She started to undo my belt when I realized, that look in her eye, seemed like she wanted it. After she had my pants around my knees she crawled ontop of me, making sure her pussy area caressed my erection and lightly kissed my jawline, "Can I be ontop?" She asked, her tone hushed. I could only stare at her breasts pressed against my chest, I nodded slowly, not able to say anything. Sierra sat back up, slipping out of her panties. She backed her hips up a little and massaged my cock with her bare pussy. I felt like I was going to just burst right there, all over her. Then she placed my throbbing manhood into her, and let out a small moan. I moaned a little louder than her, and I placed one hand on her waist, one under my head. She began moving back and forth, biting one of her fingers, and her other hand on my chest. Her face looked like she was in pain, yet enjoying it. I felt her pussy slamming down on my cock, the fritcion felt so good. I couldn't keep quiet no matter how hard I tried. As she stared down at me, her look become more seductive than anything, and she was moving her body like she wanted attention, it was at that point I realized....I was nothing but a puppet again. She had all the control over me, I couldn't have done anything even if I wanted to...This AntiChrist had met his match. After she cummed so badly to where it was sliding down my dick, she pulled off and sat at the end of the couch, completely naked, smiling at me. As I sat up, she held her arms out, I immediatly fell into her arms from exhaustion. I laid my head on her breasts and she wrapped her legs around my waist and petted my silky hair, she giggled, "I love you, Damien." She said it with such a creepy tone, I didn't know whether to laugh or stare at her. The point was I loved her, too. So I said it back and gave her a kiss. I didn't mind being the puppet. She was one sexy puppet master.

I stopped by Walmart to pick up a few items for the weekend. All checkouts were really busy, so I just randomly selected one, and happened to get behind a young mother of two. The mother did not look to be more than 18 or 19, yet she had two children that I learned later were 1 and 2 years old. When the cashier completed scanning her items and told the amount due, 94.22 the girl started to cry, and said "but I only have 87.55." The cashier said "you can write a check for the balance." The girl replied that "my husband will not let me have the checkbook. And, lordie, I need all of this stuff." and started to cry again. As I looked at the pitiful thing, she was about 5'5" tall and 110 pounds, with brown eyes and hair, and small breasts, the words "that's o.k., I pay it" came out of my mouth. She hugged and thanked me many times. She waved as she left the store. I paid for my items and left the store. Then I saw her standing by a beat-up old car. I walked over and she said, "Thank you so much. How can I ever repay you? By the way, my name is A ngie." "How about letting me buy you some lunch," I said. Angie told me she had to get home and feed the babies. "What about I buy something and bring it to your house?" She hesitated, looked at me, a 59 year old man, and probably thought I was harmless, and said "o.k." To be honest, I was just trying to help her, not hit on her. She gave me her address, and I told her I would be there in half an hour. When I arrived, the children were asleep and Angie was putting away the groceries. We sat down to eat lunch, talked and laughed. She said her husband worked at a local factory and had just gotten a promotion that kept him so busy. She also said that even though he was making more money, he controlled what he gave her, and then she started to cry. She got up and I followed her, took her in my arms to comfort her. Her vulnerability aroused me, and I pressed my hardening cock against her. "No, no, I can't do that. I have never been with a man other than my husband." I still held her, and lifted her face up to kiss her. At first she resisted, then began to respond. My tongue darted in and out of her mouth, then I moved my hands under her blouse. She backed off, and said "you had better leave, now." Against all my better judgement, I reached out and grabbed her and kissed her forcefully, grinding my rock hard cock against her cunt. Angie continued to resist, but she was no match for me. I picked her up, took her into her bedroom and placed her on the bed. Now she was crying, but my hard on was in charge. I lifted her skirt, removed her panties, and began to kiss her thigh, then moved up to her hairy pussy. Now she was not sobbing as much, but kept saying no, no, no. Finally my tongue touched her clit and she began to respond. I licked her clit, than pushed my tongue into her pussy, then licked her clit again. By now, she was fully engaged, but still not accepting that she wanted me to fuck her. I ate her pussy for a few minutes, then her back began to arch and I knew she was on the verge of coming. I put one hand on her butt, and a finger on her asshole, and continued to lick her pussy. Angie was not moaning, "it feels so good, stop, don't stop," and then she came with a mighty gush of her juices pouring out of that little pussy. I removed my clothes and climbed on the bed with her. As I climbed on top of her, she said, "Please, I am married, and can't do this." But as I guided my six inch cock into here cunt she began to thrust up to meet me. Then she said, "have you got a condom? This is my unsafe time." "Don't worry, I'm sterile" I lied. Damn, with that this mousy little woman began to fuck me with a passion. I turned on my back and she was on top. "I'm going to ride this damned horse," she said, and I thought the bed would fall apart with our thrusting and lunging. I could hear my balls slapping against her pubic area, and the swishing to her wet pussy made me even more excited. I am sucking on her tits, kissing her, and finally I began to shoot a load into her. Angie began to work even more furiously, then began to whimper, "I'm coming, I'm coming" and my fertile sperm shot deep into her. While Angie was in the shower, I dressed and left, determined to be on the lookout at Walmart for more opportunities.

Sara and I had great sex Friday and Monday. Tuesday my wife Carolyn and I spent the day picking wild strawberries along an abandoned railroad right of way. While there, I got to thinking about fucking Sara and my six inch cock got rock hard. Then Carolyn bent over to pick some berries and I could see her pussy crack. I came up behind her, removed my cock from my pants, and shoved it under her skirt to the opening of her pussy. "Bill, what a pleasant surprise" as she pushed her back into my cock. I pumped her a few times, then pulled her down and down on the grass and strawberry plants and removed her skirt. Then I began to kiss and suck on her cunt. I was thinking of Sara, and this allowed me to be more aroused. "Ohhh, Bill, its been three months since you did that... oh it feels so good-you know how to eat pussy, my clit needs this, oh god, ohhhh–I'm coming" Carolyn moaned. I sucked on her clit a few more minutes, then I rolled her on her belly and took my cock and placed it on her anal opening. I placed my fingers on her soaking wet cunt and transferred some of her pussy juice to her ass as a lubricant. Then I pushed my throbbing cock, wet with precum, into her asshole. Her ass is still tight, and my cock felt like it was wrapped in honey as i slammed it deep into her ass. We fucked hard, and Carolyn had yet another organism. My will power gave out, and I shot my load deep into her bowels. We laid there for a few minutes, and I gently stroked Carolyn's pussy. I felt guilty about fucking her and thinking of Sara, but shit, that's the way it is. We put our clothes on and went home. Carolyn was so happy that we had fucked in the berry field. Carolyn said, "just like a university biology professor to fuck a girl along the railroad track. Sometime you will have to share with me some of the unusual places where you have fucked your young college coeds." "Later," I said, "but all of them were not so young." Wednesday morning I got up to go for my walk. As I passed Sara's house I saw her in the garden. I walked over to say hi, and she asked me to come in. "Bill, I am so horny this morning, but the kids are at home. Could you get away this evening and meet me here. We will go to prayer service, but I will leave early, and let Bob bring the children home. It is such a turn-on to fuck you while Bob is preaching at the church." I must say that hearing Sara use such language was somewhat shocking. Last Thursday she was the prim, prudish preacher's wife who probably was not on any man's "to fuck" list, except her husband Bob. But now she was my fuck whore, and her dumb ass husband has no idea that his wife likes to fuck with wild abandon. I told Sara "Carolyn and I fucked like wild dogs yesterday while picking berries on the rail right of way. I just don't know if I can get a hard-on tonight. I will try, and will let you know if the Viagara works. If it does, Bob will have my cock in his wife's cunt tonight." I told her "On your way to church, see if my car was backed in the driveway. That will be the sign that I can get a hard on==If it is, get your pussy ready to be slammed with my cock while your husband is praying." The viagara worked! Sara had left the door unlocked, so I went in the house and to the master bedroom. I undressed and turned down the covers to Bob and Sara's bed, and got in bed. True to her word, Sara came home early. She came right up to her bedroom, stripped She came over to the bed and stood there while I ate her pussy. Then she moved onto the bed and moved into a sixtynine position and began to suck my cock as tongued her clit. "Bob would shit if he could see what is happening on his bed right now, " I mumbled. As I massaged Sara's clit with my tongue, I could tell that she was on the verge of coming. I flipped her over and moved on top of her. Sara wrapped both legs around me as I pushed my dick into her wet pussy. Damn, it's a wonder she doesn't drown my cock. This girl likes to fuck! Quickly we got into rhythm, and we both were groaning and sweating as our bodies slammed into each other. I have always liked to sound of my balls hitting on some gal's flesh and really get on when my cock is sloshing around in a soaking wet pussy, especially when it is some other man's wife. I don't know why I am so obsessed with driving my cock into married women, but it does add a sense of excitement to the sex act. Both of us were now making more noises than ever before. Sara was really turned with this performance, and now she was ready. "Oh god, I'm cumming, i'‘m cumming " she said as I shot my wad deep into her. As my cock withered, it sled out of Sara's cunt. We got up, and she made the bed. "Will Bob fuck you tonight?" I asked her. "Maybe, it all depends. It won't take him long. He has a big cock, but does not know how to use it. He will ram it into my cervix three or four times, then shoot his juices into me. It is no fun for me." she said. "Sara, I have to ask you–are you on the pill or some form of birth control? I have been shooting my sperm into you like crazy these last few days" She said, "no, I'm not. Our religion is against birth control, but I think we are o.k." "Shit, I don't want to knock you up. What kind of religion is it that says you can't use birth control, but can fuck the brains out of your neighbor" I said. "Mine, and I love it. Besides, in a way, I could like for you to give me a baby, sort of punishment to Bob for his lack of making love. He takes his big cock, turns me on my back, then rams it into me. No foreplay, no nothing. Just that big cock wasted – he thrusts into me–then cums quickly. He has never satisfied me sexually. You do. So I think God is o.k. with me fucking you every chance I get, and I do want you to plant your seed in me." I dressed, kissed Sara, and returned home to Carolyn. We went to bed, and she began to suck my cock. "Where have you been? Tastes like your cock has been in a pussy cave," she said. "No, it is the new vitamins I'm taking." Carolyn said, "I'm glad–not sure I would want to share your cock like I did when we got married 30 years ago." The next day Sara called to ask if Carolyn and I could watch her children for a few days because she had to go home to visit her mother, who had had a major heart attack. The children came to stay with us while Bob and Sara were gone, and we would continue with their home schooling assignments.

After sitting by and doing nothing while my grandfather used me as his sex toy for five years, and even making a bargain to continue to let him do so in exchange for not doing the same to my younger brothers, my mother finally became concerned enough one day to have a talk with me about sex, just before I turned sixteen. The incident that triggered it occurred in our home one day when my mother returned from work early. We were in the process of packing to move out to her brother’s place a couple of states away, just my mother and me. My two younger brothers had already gone with my uncle, a week or so earlier, and we had planned to spend a couple of weeks packing stuff up and drive out there later with a U-haul trailer. Dammit, she normally parked in front of the house, where we would have heard her pull up in plenty of time to stop and get our pants on, but for some reason she had parked in the back, and come through the kitchen to walk in on us. She caught me licking and sucking the cum off a friend’s cock on our living room couch. Albert, the boyfriend, had already given me my blowjob, and I was just returning the favor, when my mother somehow managed to park the car and get into the house without us hearing her arrive, and walked in on us in flagrante delecto, as it were. I’ll give her credit, she didn’t completely freak out. After all, she had spent five years listening to my grandfather and me have sex in the next room at my grandparent’s house, and never said a word to me about it. The intervening four years, she had no idea I had been sexually active, with boys and girls, and was a committed bisexual. Well, considering her upbringing and the times, the early 70’s, she didn’t even know what a bisexual was. She made us get our clothes on and sent Albert packing, not even threatening to call his parents, though he did worry she might do just that, until I saw him the next day and reassured him that wasn’t going to happen. He asked how I could be so sure, and I just smiled at him… But for the moment, my mother proceeded to sit beside me on the couch, and began to ramble on and on about how it was her fault, she should have done something before – she wouldn’t say before what, but I knew she meant when my grandfather, her father, was using me for sex – and stopped it then, and she thought when it had stopped maybe I would return to ‘normal’ again, but now she could see it hadn’t worked, and now I had turned out ‘queer’. I’m sorry if anyone is offended by that, but this was the early 70’s, and that was the word in use at the time. She babbled on and on about how it was too late now, probably, and I would always be ‘queer’, and it was all her fault, and on and on and, well, you get the picture. All this time, I couldn’t get a word in edgewise, and I knew from experience the best thing to do was just let her run down, and then I could try to explain. She finally did just that, and I began to tell her I wasn’t ‘queer’, I was bisexual, and… She didn’t understand bisexuality, and began again about how I was ‘queer’, I had to be, she had just caught me doing disgusting, perverted things with another boy, and it took a couple more minutes to get her quieted down so I could begin again. This time I explained that yes, I did things with other boys, but I also had sex with girls, too, and I enjoyed both about equally, though I tended to like sex with girls better. She could understand that, but still didn’t quite believe it. She rarely ever saw me with a girl, and I was always spending the night with my male friends, and she just knew I had to be doing nasty things with them. I explained that she was never around when I was with a girl, and I certainly wasn’t going to have sex with one in front of her, and besides, all those nights I told her I was staying at a male friend’s house, many times they were just an excuse to get out of our house so I could spend the night fucking a girl. She had never checked, and I knew she never checked, and I had taken advantage of it. Since I had stopped having sex with my grandfather, and our trips to my grandparent’s had dropped from almost weekly to once every two or three weeks, I spent most of my weekends out of the house, barely checking in every once in a while, and during the week, as long as I had dinner ready when she got home, my mother barely paid any attention to what I did or where I went afterwards. I had plenty of opportunities to get away for a good fucking, with female and male partners, without her noticing. She could see that that was true, but still she couldn’t grasp the concept of bisexuality. She still didn’t get that I liked girls, and had sex with them regularly; she had caught me with another boy, and she knew my past with my grandfather, so I must be ‘queer’, there was no other explanation for her. After a few minutes silence, she finally said she still wasn’t convinced, she still didn’t believe I could have sex with a girl. I told her there wasn’t really any way to prove it, then, so I guess we were stuck. I suppose at least one of my girlfriends, Clara, would be glad to have me fuck her in front of my mother to prove I did fuck girls, but I certainly wasn’t going to do that. My mother looked down at her hands for a few minutes, wringing and twisting them together, then began to chew her nails. I had only seen her that upset one time before, when I was in the second grade, the day President Kennedy was shot. My mother had been a nervous wreck for days after that, and I had been scared for her then, a lot. Finally, not looking up, she said there was one way to prove it to her, and I asked what that was. She hesitated a few seconds, then said I could have sex with her, and that might convince her I was telling the truth about liking girls. I wasn’t in the least bit shocked by the idea. I had, after all, had sex with my grandfather for over five years, from age seven to twelve, and at his urging I had taken a female cousin’s virginity when we were both ten, while he had watched. In fact, I still had sex with my cousin whenever we got a chance to get together, and we both thoroughly enjoyed it. I knew what incest was, and knew how it made the sex with my cousin, and earlier with my grandfather, so much better, so much more exciting, because it was so forbidden, so the thought of fucking my mother didn’t seem in any way wrong to me. In fact, the thought of fucking my own mother got me tremendously excited. My mother was no beauty queen, and never had been. She and my father had separated just before I turned seven years old, and she had worked hard for the last nine years to raise three kids by herself. She was in her forties and looked every bit of it, and had a bit of a belly, and her auburn hair was starting to go gray. Still, just the idea of fucking her had my cock rock hard. I said okay, that was fair enough, and she slowly got up and took my hand to lead me to her bedroom. She began to take her clothes off, and told me to do the same, and moments later we both stood there naked. She lay down on the bed, on her back, and spread her legs, expecting me to simply climb on top of her and fuck her. My mother, I found out, had never had anything but missionary position sex, except for giving an occasional blowjob. She had never had a man give her oral sex, or do anything to make sure she got as much out of sex as they did. There was just a bit of manual foreplay, maybe a little sucking on his cock, then a quick fuck, and it was over. She had, by her early forties, never had an orgasm. At the time, though, I didn’t know any of this, but just climbing on top of a girl and fucking her just wasn’t my style. I almost never fucked a girl without spending some face time with her pussy, and my mother’s thick auburn bush, with just a touch of gray, looked incredibly inviting. I took her by one ankle and spun her around in the bed, so she was laying crossways, and positioned her so her ass was on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging down. She wasn’t sure what was going on, and started to protest, but by then I had my face firmly planted in her muff. That was dirty and perverted, she said, trying to push my head away from her pussy, but I held firm, and began to lick up and down her hairy slit as I used two fingers on one hand to open it up a bit. I bumped my tongue up against her clit, and licked around it a few times, and she quit trying to push me away and began to relax, though she kept moaning how filthy and disgusting it was. I ran my tongue up and down her slit a few times, and she quickly began to get very wet, and as I circled my tongue around her clit and licked it again, her protests stopped, and gave way to a low moan. As I slipped a couple of fingers inside her pussy and began to fingerfuck her, I continued lapping at her pussy, stopping to pay a little attention to her clit every once in a while. Just the thought that I was kissing my mother’s pussy had me so excited I was afraid I would cum too soon, so I tried to imagine it was just one of the other older women I had fucked, but my mind kept coming back to the fact that it was my mother. She began to climax, and none too soon, as I was close to cumming myself, and I so wanted to cum inside her as she reached her orgasm. I redoubled my efforts, licking her clit a bit more often, even nibbling it a bit, and she finally began to tremble, as though she were trying to hold back, then her back arched upwards, pushing her pussy toward my face, and she cried out, “Yessssssssssssssssss! Oh God, oh God, oh God…” I stood and quickly lined my cock up on her slit, and rammed it home as quickly as I could. I tried to fuck her slow and easy to make my erection last, but I was so excited about fucking my mother, about thrusting my cock into the same pussy I was born out of, I couldn’t hold back very long. Within a couple of minutes, my cock was jerking and twitching inside her pussy as I fired my cum inside her. I fucked in and out maybe a minute longer before it grew too soft to continue, then pulled back and let my cock slip out of her pussy. My cock was no sooner out of her pussy than my face was right back in it. I licked and sucked my cum and hers from her hairy slit, as she lay panting and groaning on the bed. I began to lick my way around her clit again, then dragged my tongue over it a couple of times, and gave her a post-fucking pussy eating, as was my habit. She had abandoned all pretense by now, and simply thoroughly enjoyed the climax that soon washed over her, and the second fucking I gave her afterwards. After that, she never doubted me again when I told her I liked girls. She still wasn’t clear on the whole concept of bisexuality, but she figured as long as I wasn’t completely ‘queer’, she could live with it.

Before I start writing... I kind of suck at writing sex stories! I would really appreciate it if I could get some positive feedback or helpful critique. I got this account to write stories for my strange friends, there is three of 'em. But the first story I am going to be writing is for someone I've bee promising a sex story forever now. And she's in love with Texas Chainsaw Massacre, so you see how that goes. She wishes for her name to be kept a secret, so I'll call her by her middle name in this story. Enjoy! --- Everytime she exhaled, her chest ached. The cold stung her throat and lungs, and the cold dew on the grass was making her feet burn. It was dead silent, she tried to stop breathing whenever she took a step. It was pitch black outside, she couldn't help but to ask herself, 'Can you do this? Can you survive this, Rosey?' She bit her lip and slowly stepped over a couple of branches, she was terrifed. The light from the house was shining into the woods, she knew they could see her at any time. Next to dying, what she was fearing the most; to be caught the way she was. Topless. It was cold out, and trying to cover her C-36 sized breasts weren't as easy as she thought it'd be. There was a perfect moment to grab her button up shirt when the man swinging a chainsaw fell over a fence...Why she didn't was beyond her. She mentally scolded herself for being stupid, when subconciously she knew that wasn't the reason she didn't pick her shirt back up. Far off in the distance, she could hear the horrifying chainsaw sputtering. It was far enough that Rosey knew there was no reason to panic, they must've thought she went the other direction. With the easy thought on her mind, she began to run, not caring about how loud she was. 'Your gonna do it, Rosey...Your going to make it!' Her rose red hair whipped wildly around her face, a few strands stuck to her face from blood. Soon, she came to a stop. She realized she had no idea where she was going, and the thought of running into someone half naked didn't thrill her all that much. Rosey leaned against a tree to lick her dry lips and let out a few sobs. It was the most frustrating situation she had ever been in. It also began to worry her that she heard the oh so scary weapon hault to a stop the moment she started running. Then, she heard a twig snap behind her. Her chest exploded but froze at the same time, she wasn't even able to breathe. Her irish green eyes darted around the darkness that her vision still hadn't adjusted to. Rosey took one step forward, and then felt a hand larger than her neck take a hold of her hair, and throw her to the ground. Rosey let out a blood curling scream when she landed near blood covered boots, and looked up to see a tattered apron, stained with her friends insides. Sticks, mud and leaves prevented her from crawling away. She continued to scream as this massive man whom she could only compare to the size of a football player started to rev his chainsaw. The man she had come to know as Leatherface. Frustrated grunts came from under his mask as the chainsaw wouldn't start. Rosey sobbed and covered her face, completely forgetting about being bare. It was just that; her large, perky breasts that reminded Leatherface it was always when in the middle of danger teenagers decided to have sex. So many people he had killed while having sex, he never once had the experiance. As she held her breath, covering her eyes...Leatherface's lips twitched with joy when he began to realized what an opportunity he had infront of him. She had no where to go, she was half naked, and she was drop dead gorgeous. His child-like mind drove him to drop to one knee and just stare at her body, he also felt lucky that it was summer and she wore shorts. Her curves were sharp, they looked so easy to trace and hold. She was physically fit as most of the teens he encountered were...She was extremely short, but had slender legs, beautifully toned and smooth. Her covering her eyes brought back the memories of when girls couldnt stand to look at him. He roughly removed her hands and stared into her eyes, filled with fear. He threw his other leg over her, now staring down at her, she began to sob again. It wasn't hard to see what was going to happen. In one swift motion, he threw his apron over his shoulder and started to unbuckle his pants. In such a state of shock, she kept staring. Not making a peep. When his manhood finally had relief from not being contained, he sighed and started on her shorts. His legs kept her from moving, and she didn't dare raise her hands to him. He easily and slowly unzipped her shorts, staring into her eyes as he did so. Rosey felt herself become more confused than anything. She wondered why she wasn't scared, why she felt strangely aroused. It was almost torture, his thumb pressing down on her clitoris. He was making her wet, and he didn't even know it. The corners of her mouth form a smile for half a second, she then stared down at his hand. Not very suprised to see an erection, and him continuing to pull her shorts down. Finally, he had her completely naked except for the necklace dangling between her breasts. She kept her wrists planted in the ground where he left them, even though he was no longer holding her down. Rosey found herself shrieking when he lowered himself down to her level, occasionally licking his lips while giving her a glare of desire. He seemed to gently brush his fingers down the middle of her head, pushing her bangs back; then roughly tightening his grip to keep her head in the same place as he peeled her bottom lip down with his other hand, and rammed his tongue into her mouth. Rosey found no reason to scream, unless she wanted to feel more awkward and scared than she already did. Cringing in disgust, she felt him let go and suddenly place his hands all down her body, as if inspecting her. His hand jumped from her youthful breasts, her now completely wet pussy, her beautiful tangled hair and then back again. She threw her hands to the ground in a fit, and stared into his baby blues, and snarled, "D-do it...J-just....Do it." He cocked his head but kept his eyes on her. He parted her legs in a rough manner, pushing them as far as they would go, growling as he did so. Then, keeping her distracted by his animalistic sounds, he slowly pushed his erected cock into her, making sure she felt the pain. Rosey could make do with cringing in pain when he first started, then couldn't bare the pain as it was all the way in her, and shrieked in pain. She knew better than to try and attack him, so she intertwined her fingers through her hair and ratted it up, whining and sobbing at the feeling of her innocence being taken. Somehow, under all the pain, she was being stroked and rubbed in a way she'd never felt before, she almost couldn't believe how enjoyable the tingling was. He slightly pulled back out of her, then pushed himself back in. His throbbing cock felt amazing inside of her, she could feel every movement he was making. The short squeeks of pain were now becoming short pants and breathless grunts. She felt her pussy heat up when he dug his hands into the mud beside her head and start to pick up his pace, his cock slid in and out of her with ease, she was extremely aroused, and the blood helped as a lubricant. The horrid situation almost didn't bother her anymore, she didn't feel like her life was in any danger, at all. She had come to learn Leatherface as a mental illness, half the time he didn't know what he was doing was wrong. It's what made the experiance so thrilling, she felt like she was seven again, touching her pussy for the first time. The overbearing feeling of knowing your not getting the tingle to its full extent, but still enough to make you think it's the horniest you'll ever be. Naturally, he thrusted upwards while fucking her; his pelvic bone colliding with her clit, and the tip of his penis stroking her sensative spot everytime. She began screaming like before, just as loud. Only this time, she had a hold on the colar of his shirt, begging and pleading him to go faster. Poor Thomas did the best he could. Rosey took a hold of the tie that was dangling on her breasts and threw him to the side. He was caught off guard, so he lost his balance and fell to his side, then rolled onto his back. She immediatly crawled ontop of him, teasing his cock by dragging her wet pussy on it as she moved closer to his face. It wasn't like Rosey to make faces during situations like this, she tried her best to keep it straight. Secretly, the teasing she was doing was driving herself crazy. It felt like a wet dream, the wet dream that you never get to finish; only she grinned from ear to ear when she realized she had the power. She could fuck the shit out of someone for the first time, feel her first orgasm. This is a time she knew she'd never forget. Gently, she positioned his stiff to her entrance and sat down. She saw the discomfort on his face, the look in his eyes that said, 'Please.' Rosey started to buck her hips forward, slowly at first to see if it felt right. She had never had sex before, let alone ride someone. It felt amazing to her, she could make sure it rubbed against all the right place, it was him she was worried about. Her concern was put to rest when he let out more of his crazy grunts and groans, some sounding like he was trying to say, 'Yeah.' She never thought she'd be the type to be turned on by noises, but she was. Rocking back and forth on him furiously, she still had his tie in her hand, she slightly pulled it upwards, "Please," She begged in a baby tone, "Make more noise, for me, please make sounds. Let me know you like it!" It was almost painful how much she loved him grunting like an animal, she started becoming more aware of the scents of sex, it smelt like her pillow after she had a wet dream. The thought made her crave more sexual attention, she pushed it farther and farther. She took his hand, it was massive compared to hers; and she placed it on her lower back, hoping he'd get the idea. Without missing a beat he reached up and took a hold of her tit. It was suprising that a girl her size, could have such large breasts, and they appeared so perky. Very soft to the touch. She was a little disappointed he took his hand off her breast to place it on her hip, but he made up for it by tightening his grip and forced himself farther into her. Without warning, every sexual sensation Rosey experianced multiplied x10. She arched her back and moaned loudly. The contractions of her still active pussy threw Leatherface over the edge, and he orgasmed with her. She lifted herself off his manhood, but kept ontop of him. Wondering how the man she thought was going to kill her, became the most curious gentle giant she had ever encountered. Rosey then slid off of him, noticing his apron was on the ground beside them. She took a hold of it and tied it around herself, so no one could see her bare. He was the only one she found fit to see her goods. Rosey wiped the sweat from her face, the summer air making it muggy out, she hadn't noticed untill she was finished. "So..." She chuckled at him, and brought her knees to her chin, "I had a feeling something was up when you first got a hold of me...You knew better than to just hold my waist but...I dont mind so much anymore." She twirled a lock of her red hair between her fingers. His eyes were so easy to read. "Leatherface! Leatherface you hog bitch, didja get her!? Didja get that bitch!?" Was all they heard from the distance, Rosey immediatly jumped to her feet and leaned against a tree. Leatherface jumped to his feet as well, making the noises of a panicing child in trouble. He glanced at her, hunched over playing with his tie; trying to make himself seem less intimidating. He lightly raised his hands in a calming motion, letting her know it was ok. He patted his chest, right where his heart was. At this point, she didn't want to leave but she knew she had to, "Hey..." She softly said walking away, his eyes darted towards her, "I'll be seeing you again, ok?" He nodded ever so slightly as she took off running past the woods. The sight of society made her happy enough to drop to her knees. Everything was ok in her head, she knew she'd be paying another visit to him again.

Before I start writing... I kind of suck at writing sex stories! I would really appreciate it if I could get some positive feedback or helpful critique. I got this account to write stories for my strange friends, there is three of 'em. But the first story I am going to be writing is for someone I've bee promising a sex story forever now. And she's in love with Texas Chainsaw Massacre, so you see how that goes. She wishes for her name to be kept a secret, so I'll call her by her middle name in this story. Enjoy! --- Everytime she exhaled, her chest ached. The cold stung her throat and lungs, and the cold dew on the grass was making her feet burn. It was dead silent, she tried to stop breathing whenever she took a step. It was pitch black outside, she couldn't help but to ask herself, 'Can you do this? Can you survive this, Rosey?' She bit her lip and slowly stepped over a couple of branches, she was terrifed. The light from the house was shining into the woods, she knew they could see her at any time. Next to dying, what she was fearing the most; to be caught the way she was. Topless. It was cold out, and trying to cover her C-36 sized breasts weren't as easy as she thought it'd be. There was a perfect moment to grab her button up shirt when the man swinging a chainsaw fell over a fence...Why she didn't was beyond her. She mentally scolded herself for being stupid, when subconciously she knew that wasn't the reason she didn't pick her shirt back up. Far off in the distance, she could hear the horrifying chainsaw sputtering. It was far enough that Rosey knew there was no reason to panic, they must've thought she went the other direction. With the easy thought on her mind, she began to run, not caring about how loud she was. 'Your gonna do it, Rosey...Your going to make it!' Her rose red hair whipped wildly around her face, a few strands stuck to her face from blood. Soon, she came to a stop. She realized she had no idea where she was going, and the thought of running into someone half naked didn't thrill her all that much. Rosey leaned against a tree to lick her dry lips and let out a few sobs. It was the most frustrating situation she had ever been in. It also began to worry her that she heard the oh so scary weapon hault to a stop the moment she started running. Then, she heard a twig snap behind her. Her chest exploded but froze at the same time, she wasn't even able to breathe. Her irish green eyes darted around the darkness that her vision still hadn't adjusted to. Rosey took one step forward, and then felt a hand larger than her neck take a hold of her hair, and throw her to the ground. Rosey let out a blood curling scream when she landed near blood covered boots, and looked up to see a tattered apron, stained with her friends insides. Sticks, mud and leaves prevented her from crawling away. She continued to scream as this massive man whom she could only compare to the size of a football player started to rev his chainsaw. The man she had come to know as Leatherface. Frustrated grunts came from under his mask as the chainsaw wouldn't start. Rosey sobbed and covered her face, completely forgetting about being bare. It was just that; her large, perky breasts that reminded Leatherface it was always when in the middle of danger teenagers decided to have sex. So many people he had killed while having sex, he never once had the experiance. As she held her breath, covering her eyes...Leatherface's lips twitched with joy when he began to realized what an opportunity he had infront of him. She had no where to go, she was half naked, and she was drop dead gorgeous. His child-like mind drove him to drop to one knee and just stare at her body, he also felt lucky that it was summer and she wore shorts. Her curves were sharp, they looked so easy to trace and hold. She was physically fit as most of the teens he encountered were...She was extremely short, but had slender legs, beautifully toned and smooth. Her covering her eyes brought back the memories of when girls couldnt stand to look at him. He roughly removed her hands and stared into her eyes, filled with fear. He threw his other leg over her, now staring down at her, she began to sob again. It wasn't hard to see what was going to happen. In one swift motion, he threw his apron over his shoulder and started to unbuckle his pants. In such a state of shock, she kept staring. Not making a peep. When his manhood finally had relief from not being contained, he sighed and started on her shorts. His legs kept her from moving, and she didn't dare raise her hands to him. He easily and slowly unzipped her shorts, staring into her eyes as he did so. Rosey felt herself become more confused than anything. She wondered why she wasn't scared, why she felt strangely aroused. It was almost torture, his thumb pressing down on her clitoris. He was making her wet, and he didn't even know it. The corners of her mouth form a smile for half a second, she then stared down at his hand. Not very suprised to see an erection, and him continuing to pull her shorts down. Finally, he had her completely naked except for the necklace dangling between her breasts. She kept her wrists planted in the ground where he left them, even though he was no longer holding her down. Rosey found herself shrieking when he lowered himself down to her level, occasionally licking his lips while giving her a glare of desire. He seemed to gently brush his fingers down the middle of her head, pushing her bangs back; then roughly tightening his grip to keep her head in the same place as he peeled her bottom lip down with his other hand, and rammed his tongue into her mouth. Rosey found no reason to scream, unless she wanted to feel more awkward and scared than she already did. Cringing in disgust, she felt him let go and suddenly place his hands all down her body, as if inspecting her. His hand jumped from her youthful breasts, her now completely wet pussy, her beautiful tangled hair and then back again. She threw her hands to the ground in a fit, and stared into his baby blues, and snarled, "D-do it...J-just....Do it." He cocked his head but kept his eyes on her. He parted her legs in a rough manner, pushing them as far as they would go, growling as he did so. Then, keeping her distracted by his animalistic sounds, he slowly pushed his erected cock into her, making sure she felt the pain. Rosey could make do with cringing in pain when he first started, then couldn't bare the pain as it was all the way in her, and shrieked in pain. She knew better than to try and attack him, so she intertwined her fingers through her hair and ratted it up, whining and sobbing at the feeling of her innocence being taken. Somehow, under all the pain, she was being stroked and rubbed in a way she'd never felt before, she almost couldn't believe how enjoyable the tingling was. He slightly pulled back out of her, then pushed himself back in. His throbbing cock felt amazing inside of her, she could feel every movement he was making. The short squeeks of pain were now becoming short pants and breathless grunts. She felt her pussy heat up when he dug his hands into the mud beside her head and start to pick up his pace, his cock slid in and out of her with ease, she was extremely aroused, and the blood helped as a lubricant. The horrid situation almost didn't bother her anymore, she didn't feel like her life was in any danger, at all. She had come to learn Leatherface as a mental illness, half the time he didn't know what he was doing was wrong. It's what made the experiance so thrilling, she felt like she was seven again, touching her pussy for the first time. The overbearing feeling of knowing your not getting the tingle to its full extent, but still enough to make you think it's the horniest you'll ever be. Naturally, he thrusted upwards while fucking her; his pelvic bone colliding with her clit, and the tip of his penis stroking her sensative spot everytime. She began screaming like before, just as loud. Only this time, she had a hold on the colar of his shirt, begging and pleading him to go faster. Poor Thomas did the best he could. Rosey took a hold of the tie that was dangling on her breasts and threw him to the side. He was caught off guard, so he lost his balance and fell to his side, then rolled onto his back. She immediatly crawled ontop of him, teasing his cock by dragging her wet pussy on it as she moved closer to his face. It wasn't like Rosey to make faces during situations like this, she tried her best to keep it straight. Secretly, the teasing she was doing was driving herself crazy. It felt like a wet dream, the wet dream that you never get to finish; only she grinned from ear to ear when she realized she had the power. She could fuck the shit out of someone for the first time, feel her first orgasm. This is a time she knew she'd never forget. Gently, she positioned his stiff to her entrance and sat down. She saw the discomfort on his face, the look in his eyes that said, 'Please.' Rosey started to buck her hips forward, slowly at first to see if it felt right. She had never had sex before, let alone ride someone. It felt amazing to her, she could make sure it rubbed against all the right place, it was him she was worried about. Her concern was put to rest when he let out more of his crazy grunts and groans, some sounding like he was trying to say, 'Yeah.' She never thought she'd be the type to be turned on by noises, but she was. Rocking back and forth on him furiously, she still had his tie in her hand, she slightly pulled it upwards, "Please," She begged in a baby tone, "Make more noise, for me, please make sounds. Let me know you like it!" It was almost painful how much she loved him grunting like an animal, she started becoming more aware of the scents of sex, it smelt like her pillow after she had a wet dream. The thought made her crave more sexual attention, she pushed it farther and farther. She took his hand, it was massive compared to hers; and she placed it on her lower back, hoping he'd get the idea. Without missing a beat he reached up and took a hold of her tit. It was suprising that a girl her size, could have such large breasts, and they appeared so perky. Very soft to the touch. She was a little disappointed he took his hand off her breast to place it on her hip, but he made up for it by tightening his grip and forced himself farther into her. Without warning, every sexual sensation Rosey experianced multiplied x10. She arched her back and moaned loudly. The contractions of her still active pussy threw Leatherface over the edge, and he orgasmed with her. She lifted herself off his manhood, but kept ontop of him. Wondering how the man she thought was going to kill her, became the most curious gentle giant she had ever encountered. Rosey then slid off of him, noticing his apron was on the ground beside them. She took a hold of it and tied it around herself, so no one could see her bare. He was the only one she found fit to see her goods. Rosey wiped the sweat from her face, the summer air making it muggy out, she hadn't noticed untill she was finished. "So..." She chuckled at him, and brought her knees to her chin, "I had a feeling something was up when you first got a hold of me...You knew better than to just hold my waist but...I dont mind so much anymore." She twirled a lock of her red hair between her fingers. His eyes were so easy to read. "Leatherface! Leatherface you hog bitch, didja get her!? Didja get that bitch!?" Was all they heard from the distance, Rosey immediatly jumped to her feet and leaned against a tree. Leatherface jumped to his feet as well, making the noises of a panicing child in trouble. He glanced at her, hunched over playing with his tie; trying to make himself seem less intimidating. He lightly raised his hands in a calming motion, letting her know it was ok. He patted his chest, right where his heart was. At this point, she didn't want to leave but she knew she had to, "Hey..." She softly said walking away, his eyes darted towards her, "I'll be seeing you again, ok?" He nodded ever so slightly as she took off running past the woods. The sight of society made her happy enough to drop to her knees. Everything was ok in her head, she knew she'd be paying another visit to him again.

Everytime she exhaled, her chest ached. The cold stung her throat and lungs, and the cold dew on the grass was making her feet burn. It was dead silent, she tried to stop breathing whenever she took a step. It was pitch black outside, she couldn't help but to ask herself, 'Can you do this? Can you survive this, Rosey?' She bit her lip and slowly stepped over a couple of branches, she was terrifed. The light from the house was shining into the woods, she knew they could see her at any time. Next to dying, what she was fearing the most; to be caught the way she was. Topless. It was cold out, and her C-36 sized bra was barely covering her. There was a perfect moment to grab her button up shirt when the man swinging a chainsaw fell over a fence...Why she didn't was beyond her. She mentally scolded herself for being stupid, when subconciously she knew that wasn't the reason she didn't pick her shirt back up. Far off in the distance, she could hear the horrifying chainsaw sputtering. It was far enough that Rosey knew there was no reason to panic, they must've thought she went the other direction. With the easy thought on her mind, she began to run, not caring about how loud she was. 'Your gonna do it, Rosey...Your going to make it!' Her rose red hair whipped wildly around her face, a few strands stuck to her face from blood. Soon, she came to a stop. She realized she had no idea where she was going, and the thought of running into someone half naked didn't thrill her all that much. Rosey leaned against a tree to lick her dry lips and let out a few sobs. It was the most frustrating situation she had ever been in. It also began to worry her that she heard the oh so scary weapon hault to a stop the moment she started running. Then, she heard a twig snap behind her. Her chest exploded but froze at the same time, she wasn't even able to breathe. Her irish green eyes darted around the darkness that her vision still hadn't adjusted to. Rosey took one step forward, and then felt a hand larger than her neck take a hold of her hair, and throw her to the ground. Rosey let out a blood curling scream when she landed near blood covered boots, and looked up to see a tattered apron, stained with her friends insides. Sticks, mud and leaves prevented her from crawling away. She continued to scream as this massive man whom she could only compare to the size of a football player started to rev his chainsaw. The man she had come to know as Leatherface. Frustrated grunts came from under his mask as the chainsaw wouldn't start. Rosey sobbed and covered her face, completely forgetting about being bare. It was just that; her large, perky breasts that reminded Leatherface it was always when in the middle of danger teenagers decided to have sex. So many people he had killed while having sex, he never once had the experiance. As she held her breath, covering her eyes...Leatherface's lips twitched with joy when he began to realized what an opportunity he had infront of him. She had no where to go, she was half naked, and she was drop dead gorgeous. His child-like mind drove him to drop to one knee and just stare at her body, he also felt lucky that it was summer and she wore shorts. Her curves were sharp, they looked so easy to trace and hold. She was physically fit as most of the teens he encountered were...She was extremely short, but had slender legs, beautifully toned and smooth. Her covering her eyes brought back the memories of when girls couldnt stand to look at him. He roughly removed her hands and stared into her eyes, filled with fear. He threw his other leg over her, now staring down at her, she began to sob again. It wasn't hard to see what was going to happen. His baby blue eyes kept fixed on her chest, her bra was lacy and barely see through. It hurt trying to concentrate and use his imagination, when he knew he could do something about it. He had never been good with the opposite sex, but he knew what he wanted to do. Slowly and gently, he reached for her breast. He could feel the nipple under the cloth pressing against his palm. Slowly Thomas massaged her breast, enjoying the feeling it gave him in the pit of his stomach. He could feel his pants get tight. It was strange, the feeling he was getting. He never spoke, never even muttered a phrase to even his family; but he knew full well the meaning of 'fuck'. And he knew he wanted to fuck the tiny woman beneath him. Rosey didn't help herself by choking on the air from hyperventilating and letting out shudders of terror. It was obvious that she was in no condition to fight back...Perfect. He licked his lips with evil hunger, watching her push his thighs, trying to move him away. It did no good. She had to be, at most, one hundred and ten pounds. She wasn't about to fight off a two hundred and thirty pound man; especially one that murdered in his spare time. After crying, she started to thrust her body around, hoping it'd do something, unknowlingly throwing her body against him. It sent him over the edge, and he fell to his primal instincts. He violently pressed his hips against hers, trying to get the feel of it. The sensation drove him crazy, and he let out a low growl staring down at her. 'Oh my god, this is real. I'm going to get raped.' Nothing she could do could help. Grunts of pleasure freely escaped Tommy's mouth. He reached up and grabbed her breast again, still keeping a steady rhythm with his hips. Rosey tried to pull away from his touch but failed. As he kept rocking up against her, she stopped trying to escape. It was hopeless. She was overpowered and had no choice but to take it. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed against his broad shoulder. A long moan escaped Tommy's mouth. He realized it didn't matter how far he pushed himself against her, he wasn't going to get the contact he wanted. He needed to be inside of her. In one swift motion, he threw his apron over his shoulder and started to unbuckle his pants. In such a state of shock, she kept staring. Not making a peep. When his manhood finally had relief from not being contained, he sighed and started on her shorts. His legs kept her from moving, and she didn't dare raise her hands to him. He easily and slowly unzipped her shorts, staring into her eyes as he did so. Rosey felt herself become more confused than anything. She wondered why she wasn't scared, why she felt strangely aroused. It was almost torture, his thumb pressing down on her clitoris. He was making her wet, and he didn't even know it. The corners of her mouth form a smile for half a second, she then stared down at his hand. Not very suprised to see an erection, and him continuing to pull her shorts down. Finally, he had her completely naked except for the necklace dangling between her breasts. She kept her wrists planted in the ground where he left them, even though he was no longer holding her down. Rosey found herself shrieking when he lowered himself down to her level, occasionally licking his lips while giving her a glare of desire. He seemed to gently brush his fingers down the middle of her head, pushing her bangs back; then roughly tightening his grip to keep her head in the same place as he peeled her bottom lip down with his other hand, and rammed his tongue into her mouth. Rosey found no reason to scream, unless she wanted to feel more awkward and scared than she already did. Cringing in disgust, she felt him let go and suddenly place his hands all down her body, as if inspecting her. His hand jumped from her youthful breasts, her now completely wet pussy, her beautiful tangled hair and then back again. She threw her hands to the ground in a fit, and stared into his baby blues, and snarled, "D-do it...J-just....Do it." He cocked his head but kept his eyes on her. He parted her legs in a rough manner, pushing them as far as they would go, growling as he did so. Then, keeping her distracted by his animalistic sounds, he slowly pushed his erected cock into her, making sure she felt the pain. Rosey could make do with cringing in pain when he first started, then couldn't bare the pain as it was all the way in her, and shrieked in pain. She knew better than to try and attack him, so she intertwined her fingers through her hair and ratted it up, whining and sobbing at the feeling of her innocence being taken. Somehow, under all the pain, she was being stroked and rubbed in a way she'd never felt before, she almost couldn't believe how enjoyable the tingling was. He slightly pulled back out of her, then pushed himself back in. His throbbing cock felt amazing inside of her, she could feel every movement he was making. The short squeeks of pain were now becoming short pants and breathless grunts. She felt her pussy heat up when he dug his hands into the mud beside her head and start to pick up his pace, his cock slid in and out of her with ease, she was extremely aroused, and the blood helped as a lubricant. The horrid situation almost didn't bother her anymore, she didn't feel like her life was in any danger, at all. She had come to learn Leatherface as a mental illness, half the time he didn't know what he was doing was wrong. It's what made the experiance so thrilling, she felt like she was seven again, touching her pussy for the first time. The overbearing feeling of knowing your not getting the tingle to its full extent, but still enough to make you think it's the horniest you'll ever be. Naturally, he thrusted upwards while fucking her; his pelvic bone colliding with her clit, and the tip of his penis stroking her sensative spot everytime. She began screaming like before, just as loud. Only this time, she had a hold on the colar of his shirt, begging and pleading him to go faster. Poor Thomas did the best he could. Rosey took a hold of the tie that was dangling on her breasts and threw him to the side. He was caught off guard, so he lost his balance and fell to his side, then rolled onto his back. She immediatly crawled ontop of him, teasing his cock by dragging her wet pussy on it as she moved closer to his face. It wasn't like Rosey to make faces during situations like this, she tried her best to keep it straight. Secretly, the teasing she was doing was driving herself crazy. It felt like a wet dream, the wet dream that you never get to finish; only she grinned from ear to ear when she realized she had the power. She could fuck the shit out of someone for the first time, feel her first orgasm. This is a time she knew she'd never forget. Gently, she positioned his stiff to her entrance and sat down. She saw the discomfort on his face, the look in his eyes that said, 'Please.' Rosey started to buck her hips forward, slowly at first to see if it felt right. She had never had sex before, let alone ride someone. It felt amazing to her, she could make sure it rubbed against all the right place, it was him she was worried about. Her concern was put to rest when he let out more of his crazy grunts and groans, some sounding like he was trying to say, 'Yeah.' She never thought she'd be the type to be turned on by noises, but she was. Rocking back and forth on him furiously, she still had his tie in her hand, she slightly pulled it upwards, "Please," She begged in a baby tone, "Make more noise, for me, please make sounds. Let me know you like it!" It was almost painful how much she loved him grunting like an animal, she started becoming more aware of the scents of sex, it smelt like her pillow after she had a wet dream. The thought made her crave more sexual attention, she pushed it farther and farther. She took his hand, it was massive compared to hers; and she placed it on her lower back, hoping he'd get the idea. Without missing a beat he reached up and took a hold of her tit. It was suprising that a girl her size, could have such large breasts, and they appeared so perky. Very soft to the touch. She was a little disappointed he took his hand off her breast to place it on her hip, but he made up for it by tightening his grip and forced himself farther into her. Without warning, every sexual sensation Rosey experianced multiplied x10. She arched her back and moaned loudly. The contractions of her still active pussy threw Leatherface over the edge, and he orgasmed with her. She lifted herself off his manhood, but kept ontop of him. Wondering how the man she thought was going to kill her, became the most curious gentle giant she had ever encountered. Rosey then slid off of him, noticing his apron was on the ground beside them. She took a hold of it and tied it around herself, so no one could see her bare. He was the only one she found fit to see her goods. Rosey wiped the sweat from her face, the summer air making it muggy out, she hadn't noticed untill she was finished. "So..." She chuckled at him, and brought her knees to her chin, "I had a feeling something was up when you first got a hold of me...You knew better than to just hold my waist but...I dont mind so much anymore." She twirled a lock of her red hair between her fingers. His eyes were so easy to read. "Leatherface! Leatherface you hog bitch, didja get her!? Didja get that bitch!?" Was all they heard from the distance, Rosey immediatly jumped to her feet and leaned against a tree. Leatherface jumped to his feet as well, making the noises of a panicing child in trouble. He glanced at her, hunched over playing with his tie; trying to make himself seem less intimidating. He lightly raised his hands in a calming motion, letting her know it was ok. He patted his chest, right where his heart was. At this point, she didn't want to leave but she knew she had to, "Hey..." She softly said walking away, his eyes darted towards her, "I'll be seeing you again, ok?" He nodded ever so slightly as she took off running past the woods. The sight of society made her happy enough to drop to her knees. Everything was ok in her head, she knew she'd be paying another visit to him again.

There is a legend about tunnels everywhere has them, they are deep under the ground built centuries ago. They were believed to have a strong magical force infused into the walls. A force that would trap evil and demonic spirits in the tunnels, back in ancient times people would bury their hardened criminals like serial killers and rapists in the same tunnels believing that their souls would be trapped in the tunnels. Me and my friends, Sam, Tom and Harry found an entrance to one of these tunnels and being the cocky teenagers we were we didn’t believe the legends and decided to go exploring. That was our first mistake. We got to the entrance all of us ready to explore, some of us were a bit creeped out as the entrance was in a forest which was an ex-military firing range. We managed to eventually pry off the enormous stone slab used as a door to the stone hut and the first thing we see is a wall, we looked at each other in confusion, there had to be something there. I looked at the walls, nothing. I took a step back and the floor under my feet moved, I found it, the entrance to the tunnels. We lifted the circular slab from the floor revealing a long vertical shaft that went further than we could see, there was a rope ladder trailing down one side of the shaft. We decided to climb down, our second mistake. If only we knew what was waiting for us we would have turned around, resealed that hell hole and gotten out of there as fast as possible. We reached the bottom of the shaft and the first thing we realised was that it was bright down there, we saw torches set in the walls burning bright, strange the slabs covering the place were covered in dust and cobwebs so these flames must have been burning for quite a while. The second thing we noticed was bones on the floor, we didn’t think they were humans and decided to explore more of the tunnels. We explored for about ten minutes before things got really weird, we started hearing moans but brushed it off thinking it was just the tunnels creaking under the weight of the earth and the age of the tunnels themselves. We kept brushing off the sounds until we heard the most blood curdling scream followed by a blood thirsty growl, we freaked out and started to run back the way we thought we had come from. We ran for a minute or two then came to a stop all of us panting and out of breath. Sam, Tom and Harry were talking rapidly between each other obviously terrified, I was focused on something else. My eyes were fixed on the floor where there lay some bones, the same bones we saw when we reached the bottom of the entrance shaft. The others must have realised I wasn’t speaking and they stopped talking and turned to ask me what was wrong. I couldn’t speak, I could only stare at those bones. The others quickly walked around me to see what I was staring at. They all took a step back, stunned when they saw the bones. None of us could believe it, we looked quickly up, there was no hole in the roof and no rope ladder it looked exactly the same as the rest of the roof. We were all freaking out now, suddenly a noise caused us all to fall silent, it sounded like something falling onto the floor hard. We stood silent trying to figure out which way the sound had come from. We started to hear loud footsteps approaching so we ran in the opposite direction. We ran for about fifteen or twenty minutes before we again stopped, partially to let Harry catch up as he had started to fall behind and partially to catch our breath and try and figure out what we were going to do. Harry wasn’t too far behind and would only take a second or two to catch up, we looked towards him to check on him and heard the same blood curdling growl we had heard earlier and just as we heard it long dark arms tipped with claws shot out of the floor and grabbed Harry. We ran leaving him behind, I know it was horrible thing to do but we were terrified. As we were running we could hear Harry screaming. I think we were all in tears when the screams were silenced by a growl, this time the growl was different and a part of my mind thought that it now sounded excited. Sam and Tom kept babbling on about Harry, how we had left him and that we should have done something to help him. I just stood there silent trying to think if there was anything in the legends that would help us escape these cursed tunnels. They both turned on me asking if I knew what was happening, I told them I didn’t. We started to hear a whispering it sounded like it was coming from the walls all around us, we could hear that they were repeating one word over and over “Arthur.” We started walking quickly away trying to get away from the whispers fearing they would lead whatever was behind the growl straight to us. No matter how fast we walked or ran the whispers followed us all the time whispering that one word, “Arthur.” Tom sat on the floor hands clamped over his ears, shaking and muttering, “make it stop, please make it stop.” repeatedly. We had stopped trying to escape the whispers, they wouldn’t stop and were driving us crazy, Tom more than me and Sam. The same excited sounding growl came again and as soon as it started the whispers stopped. Sam wanted to run, Tom was still sat on the floor shaking. I stood there still, usually I have a plan for everything but down here in these tunnels I was clueless. The voice that had been whispering before the growl came back again this time as a shout with only one word, “run". We reacted instantly, me and Sam grabbed Tom, pulled him to his feet and ran. The excited growl echoed though the tunnels again and as if a switch had been flipped Tom’s legs gave way and he collapsed. We tried to pick him up again but he just kept muttering “leave me.” I tried to tell him we wouldn’t and then we saw it. It emerged from the wall like it was some kind of sentient mist but as it reached the centre of the tunnel it started to solidify. It stood on two legs that looked like the legs of a bear that ended in long, sharp claws, it had the body and arms of a person but instead of fingers on its hands it had five talon like bones that looked sharpened into points. Its head was like that of a goat with curled horns, it was like a monster out of a movie or your worst nightmare. We tried again to grab Tom and make him move but he was like a dead weight and we couldn’t move him at all, he just sat there still repeating, “leave me.” I looked up and saw that thing was closer, I thought that for a something that looked like a jigsaw of animals it could actually move quite quickly. Me and Sam both stood, tried to apologise to Tom for what we were about to do but neither of us could speak. We ran. They say never to look back but like an idiot I did just that and what I saw will haunt me until the day I die. I saw that creatures jaw open to an impossible width like a snakes and then it clamped down on Toms head and started to chew. We ran as fast as our feet would carry us but no matter how far we went we could still hear Tom’s screams and the crunching of his bones. When the sounds stopped we stopped running, looked at each other and burst into tears. This couldn’t be happening. “Run” the voice from inside the walls shouted again, we obeyed and ran with tears running down our cheeks and blurring our vision. We ran until our legs burned and we felt like we couldn’t run any longer, we collapsed against opposite sides of the tunnel and slid down the wall until we sat there looking at each other not saying a word just sobbing uncontrollably. The voice in the walls started up again but this time it sounded like a collection of people and it was repeating a sentence “Arthur has returned, help us Arthur.” We looked at each other, Sam asked again if I knew what was happening or if I knew who this Arthur was, I didn’t, I had absolutely no idea. After a couple of minutes rest we decided that we had to start walking again in case that creature was following us. We were hoping that if we kept walking we would find a way to escape the tunnels and this twisted nightmare. The tunnel started to widen slightly and then suddenly it opened onto a chamber. The chamber was filled with body parts some still covered with flesh and other reduced to just bones the majority were heads and skulls. Sam vomited at the sight, heads were hung all over the walls like some kind of twisted hunters trophies. All I could do was look around the room in stunned horror and then my gaze fell onto something that made me burst into tears all over again, Harry’s head mounted on the wall and pieces of what were obviously Harry and Tom’s body strewn on the ground under Harry’s head. I tore my eyes away from the grisly scene of my dead friends and continued to scan the room and that’s when I saw it. Standing there was that creature inside a huge pentagram that looked carved into the floor. As if it was waiting for me to see it the creature raised its head, it was smiling the most twisted, evil smile imaginable. It growled that same sickening growl, I turned grabbed Sam and we ran again. It felt like an eternity before we stopped, unable to run anymore, physically and mentally exhausted. We collapsed using the walls to keep us propped up into a seated position and as my gaze fell unable to meet Sam’s eyes I saw them. Lying there on there in the floor like they were taunting us were those damn bones we had seen when we first entered this place. I was about to look up hoping to see the hole in the roof and the rope ladder that would lead us to salvation when I was stopped dead by sound of the creatures growl. I stood up ready run again when I saw the creature just standing there not far from us with that twisted grin on its goat like face. Suddenly it disappeared, I hoped that I had been imagining it and it hadn’t already caught up with us. I turned my head to look back at Sam and saw the creature dragging him into the wall, the while time it held eye contact with me. I slumped back down to the floor, I had lost every last drop of hope, I would never leave this place and eventually that thing would catch me and take great pleasure in tearing me limb from limb. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. “Look up, the roof.” I thought I was imagining the whispers, the onset of some kind of psychosis, I had almost convinced myself of this until they said the same thing again but instead of a whisper it was a shout. I looked up and couldn’t believe my eyes, they were there, the hole in the roof and the rope ladder. I shook my head in disbelief and blinked to make sure it was real, it was. I climbed that rope ladder faster than I had ever climbed anything in my life, afraid that if I stopped or slowed down for even a second I would find myself back in the tunnels. I emerged into the hut and stumbled out into the sunlight unable to believe it. I ran with every last drop of strength I ran home. I got home and burst through the front door in tears and collapsed to the floor. My parents came running into the hallway and when they saw me the dropped to the floor with me in tears. When we had recovered my parents told me that I had been missing for three weeks and that there was a county wide manhunt for me, Sam, Tom and Harry, at the mention of their names I burst into fresh tears. I explained everything that had happened to my parents and they called the police to report that I had been found, I was told they were on their way and I would have to tell them everything that had happened. My grandmother lived nearby and had come to the house to hear what I had to say in my interview with the police, after the interview she took me into a separate room and dropped a bomb on me. She explained to me that the legends about the tunnels were all true and more. They were created to act as an artificial hell because the devil and his demons are real and they used to roam the earth freely killing, raping and causing general pain and misery. This was put to an end when a group of immensely powerful magicians decided that enough was enough and hired a highly skilled group of masons to build the tunnels. While the masons worked the magicians placed wards and spells all over the tunnels in hopes that it would trap the demons inside the tunnels. Somehow they managed to lure all the demons down into the tunnels and the spells and wards did their job trapping the demons inside. The doors were sealed and more spells and wards were placed upon them so that the demons could only escape if a magician of pure heart broke the seal on one of the doors and didn’t reseal it. My grandmother then went on to tell me that I was the descendant of one of the magicians that hired the masons, she told me his name was Arthur. She told me that I was also pure of heart and that is why she had always told me that I should stay away from any doors I found leading into tunnels or caves, not because she was scared they could collapse on me but for fear that I would accidentally release the demons back into the world. I had unknowingly broken that seal and ran away before putting the slab back over the shaft that led into the tunnels therefore leaving it unsealed. I had freed them, every single demon in that hell hole are now free and able to do whatever they want. It has been a week now and their have been reports on the news every night of mysterious and gruesome murders. Every time I tried to get any sleep I hear the whispers from the tunnels saying the name Arthur then my name and then shouting run. I believe that everything that happened down in those tunnels will haunt me till the day I die which might not be too far in the future. I’m writing this as I slowly drift off to sleep as an attempt to stay awake because I’m scared. I’ve heard it the last few nights the same growl from in the tunnels, at first I thought it was a trauma induced hallucination that was until last night. Against my better judgement I looked out of my bedroom window after hearing the growl and there it was, standing three or four houses further up the street underneath a street lamp and I swear I could see that grin on its goat like face. Tonight I’m even more terrified as I’ve already heard that growl twice since it got dark. I can now hear tapping on my bedroom window, my bedroom is on the first floor a good 12 foot from the ground so no person could be playing a cruel prank and there are no trees outside the house, that leaves me with only one explanation. If there is a god then I pray to you now please god help me.

I stopped by Walmart to pick up a few items for the weekend. All checkouts were really busy, so I just randomly selected one, and happened to get behind a young mother of two. The mother did not look to be more than 18 or 19, yet she had two children that I learned later were 1 and 2 years old. When the cashier completed scanning her items and told the amount due, 94.22 the girl started to cry, and said "but I only have 87.55." The cashier said "you can write a check for the balance." The girl replied that "my husband will not let me have the checkbook. And, lordie, I need all of this stuff." and started to cry again. As I looked at the pitiful thing, she was about 5'5" tall and 110 pounds, with brown eyes and hair, and small breasts, the words "that's o.k., I pay it" came out of my mouth. She hugged and thanked me many times. She waved as she left the store. I paid for my items and left the store. Then I saw her standing by a beat-up old car. I walked over and she said, "Thank you so much. How can I ever repay you? By the way, my name is A ngie." "How about letting me buy you some lunch," I said. Angie told me she had to get home and feed the babies. "What about I buy something and bring it to your house?" She hesitated, looked at me, a 59 year old man, and probably thought I was harmless, and said "o.k." To be honest, I was just trying to help her, not hit on her. She gave me her address, and I told her I would be there in half an hour. When I arrived, the children were asleep and Angie was putting away the groceries. We sat down to eat lunch, talked and laughed. She said her husband worked at a local factory and had just gotten a promotion that kept him so busy. She also said that even though he was making more money, he controlled what he gave her, and then she started to cry. She got up and I followed her, took her in my arms to comfort her. Her vulnerability aroused me, and I pressed my hardening cock against her. "No, no, I can't do that. I have never been with a man other than my husband." I still held her, and lifted her face up to kiss her. At first she resisted, then began to respond. My tongue darted in and out of her mouth, then I moved my hands under her blouse. She backed off, and said "you had better leave, now." Against all my better judgement, I reached out and grabbed her and kissed her forcefully, grinding my rock hard cock against her cunt. Angie continued to resist, but she was no match for me. I picked her up, took her into her bedroom and placed her on the bed. Now she was crying, but my hard on was in charge. I lifted her skirt, removed her panties, and began to kiss her thigh, then moved up to her hairy pussy. Now she was not sobbing as much, but kept saying no, no, no. Finally my tongue touched her clit and she began to respond. I licked her clit, than pushed my tongue into her pussy, then licked her clit again. By now, she was fully engaged, but still not accepting that she wanted me to fuck her. I ate her pussy for a few minutes, then her back began to arch and I knew she was on the verge of coming. I put one hand on her butt, and a finger on her asshole, and continued to lick her pussy. Angie was not moaning, "it feels so good, stop, don't stop," and then she came with a mighty gush of her juices pouring out of that little pussy. I removed my clothes and climbed on the bed with her. As I climbed on top of her, she said, "Please, I am married, and can't do this." But as I guided my six inch cock into here cunt she began to thrust up to meet me. Then she said, "have you got a condom? This is my unsafe time." "Don't worry, I'm sterile" I lied. Damn, with that this mousy little woman began to fuck me with a passion. I turned on my back and she was on top. "I'm going to ride this damned horse," she said, and I thought the bed would fall apart with our thrusting and lunging. I could hear my balls slapping against her pubic area, and the swishing to her wet pussy made me even more excited. I am sucking on her tits, kissing her, and finally I began to shoot a load into her. Angie began to work even more furiously, then began to whimper, "I'm coming, I'm coming" and my fertile sperm shot deep into her. While Angie was in the shower, I dressed and left, determined to be on the lookout at Walmart for more opportunities.

It was a warm summer afternoon and Andrew had just given his last exam for this sem. Being stuck in his home due to the pandemic had made him extra horny and he had been masturbating day and night, watching porn, fantasizing about his hot, young and sexy batchmates he had never actually met in the real world and his house maid. Yes, his house maid. What can be worse than a horny teenager being stuck in his house for almost a year now. Let me tell you, a horny teenager being stuck in his home for a past year, with a hot, busty maid working there and them being alone at home for almost the entire day. Yes, Andrew was alone in the home when his maid used to work as his parents used to go to work daily. And he had always fantasized about fucking his maid one day. This all started when one day he was watching porn in his room and shagging without knowing that the maid was still working. He hadn’t locked his door and then when he was about to cum, the maid suddenly came to his room to complete the chores. She saw his dick, his big, fat 10 inches dick, in his hand, fully erect and about to cum and suddenly turned around and went away. Andrew was so lost in his pleasure that he didn’t even notice what had happened for a second. Then the maid announced from the hall itself that I’m leaving. Andrew was scared a fuck so he decided to not go out for some time to make sure that he didn’t have to face her. Let me tell you a little bit details about the maid now. Her name is Usha, yes she’s an Indian, who is in her late 20s, with 2 kids, living alone at her mother’s house as her husband died a few years back. She might not have the perfect face, but her body, that is the best body you could imagine. She had fucking huge and firm boobs, she wore a bra of 32f. her waist was unbelievably slim, mostly due to working all the time, while her ass was again perfect. Now let’s get back to the story. So, after that day, Andrew decided to maintain some distance from usha to avoid any uncomfortable encounters, but he soon realized that he had starting getting hard whenever he saw her working. Being Indian, she used to work in a saari. Whenever she used to bend down to pick something up or to mop the floor, her cleavage would be somewhat visible from her dress. Andrew soon started masturbating while fantasizing about her too. He did this for about a month or so when his parents had to visit a nearby town due to business meeting as the restrictions were a bit easy right now. This meant Andrew was going to be alone with usha now. The horny teen inside him went nuts. Andrew started to slowly masturbate in his room, while leaving his door open intentionally so that usha could catch him. Then after a day or 2, he went to the hall, naked, while usha was working there, started a porn on his tv and started masturbating right there, in front for her. And guess what, the porn was an Indian one, showing a rich man raping her maid. Andrew didn’t even care now that the sound of the tv might alert the neighbors and he kept the volume on high so that usha couldn’t miss out on all the loud moans and screaming even if she wanted to and he kept masturbating. As soon as he was about to cum, he left out a soft moan and said, “oh yes usha, take it all in!!” hearing her name, usha suddenly got tensed and left the house after 5-10 minutes. Andrew now knew that either usha will stop coming from the next day or ignore it and keep coming if she was really poor. She didn’t come in the evening shift which made him a bit tensed but showed up the next morning. Andrew was kind of relieved and happy. Now this had become his daily work. Even when his parents were back, he would put on porn or the hall tv, whenever he was alone, and masturbate there while usha worked there and saw his huge dick all tensed up while he used to be taking her name when he was about to cum. Now back to current time. Andrew had been doing this for almost 2-3 months now, he even started leaving his cum on the floor and asking usha to clean it up later. He would just sit there while she made disgusting faces but did what she had to. Now his college friends had planned a meet at his house after their exams that night as his parents were once again gone. He had bought in a lot of booze the previous day as they were all going to get super wasted. After completing his exam, Andrew thought, “its been so long now and usha had never once said anything about me cumming in front of her!” and with this, he though lets take it a step further. That day, he took 2-3 shoots of vodka and then went to the hall. As usual, he put on Indian maid porn on tv and started masturbating, only this time, he sat on a chair positioned in a way to block usha’s way. Generally, usha tried to look the other way but now she had no option. She finally said, “sir please let me go, you have been doing this for 3 months now and its enough” Hearing this Andrew got scared for a second but his alcohol had started kicking in right on time. He said, “so what if it has been 3 months” and continued shagging while blocking her way. Usha then said, “what do you want from me” in a very soft voice. Andrew then said “don’t you miss having a dick inside your pussy, that immense pleasure of making a man cum in your vagina while you grasp for your breathe. I know your husband has been dead for almost 2 years now and you have 2 kids so I’m sure you haven’t had this experience in a long time, but don’t worry, we can come to an agreement which helps us both.” Usha was shocked and said I’m happy the way I am and please let me go. But Andrew was determined now. Usha somehow managed to slid through the little space there was and continued walking towards the kitchen. This is when Andrew finally stood up, went behind her and pushed her against the kitchen top. Usha tried to push him away and then slapped him. He got angry and slapped her back so hard that she fell on the floor and screamed, “You are going to hit me, you fucking little cunt. Now I’m going to show you your real place in this world you bitch!” With this, he started forcing himself on the helplessly lying maid. Usha already had tears in her eyes because of the slap and her face was red however, she still tried to push him off. But this time Andrew had put on his entire weight on her. Andrew now started raising usha’s dress from below to feel up her perfect, curvy legs and then her hot thighs. Once her panties were exposed, Andrew went all crazy on her and started licking her cunt from the panties itself. Usha kept crying and screaming for help but no one was going to come to her rescue. Andrew continued to lick her pussy until her entire panty was wet from with either his saliva or usha’s pussy juice. Then he undressed her from the top leaving her only in her bra and panty. Being poor, usha was wearing a somewhat torn bra and Andrew used it to completely rip off her bra making her gigantic boobs exposed to him. She screamed in pain, “sir, please let me go. I won’t say anything to anyone, just let me go!!” and she burst into tears with this. To this, the now completely lost in his lust Andrew said, “Keeping crying you slut, your crying only makes me want to fuck that pussy more!!” with this, he finally slips the panties aside and put his huge cook inside her now dripping pussy and with one powerful hump, he put it all inside at once and then starts thrusting back and forth at full speed. Usha was continuously screaming in pain, “Ah, ah, ah, please let me go ah, ah, ah, please don’t ah do this ah, ah!” But Andrew ignored her screaming and continued fucking her while playing with her nipples. He saw lying on top of her to ensure she wouldn’t run away. He then put his right hand on her right boob and squeezed it with all his power. He started twisting and pinching her nipple making her scream even more in pain. Andrew enjoyed this all and soon he cummed inside her pussy and filled in with his cum and laid besides her, while playing with her boobs. Usha was crying in pain and Andrew said, “Don’t worry bitch, you ain’t going nowhere, all my friends are going to take turns fucking that yummy pussy tonight!” and with this, he took out a rope kept in the kitchen, pulled usha to his bedroom and tied her to one of the legs of her bed and went to take a bath himself. To be continued…

CHAPTER 1 – HELP WANTED It’s early May and I am in the last quarter of 11th Grade, my Junior Year of high school. I attend one of the two high schools in the Spring Haven School District. Our district is aptly named after my hometown of Spring Haven, a medium-sized Michigan town, not too big and not too small. It’s been a good place to grow up, I think so at least. Like any town, it’s not perfect, but it’s home and the only place I’ve lived for all of my 17 years. My school is Maplewood High, home of the “Mighty Mustangs”. I, myself, am not among the esteemed Mustangs. I was never much for participating in school sports. Like too many people these days, I prefer to find my competition in front of the TV with a game controller in hand. For as much as I love sitting around on my ass, wasting time, playing video games, I do make myself get some physical activity. I don’t strive to be a super-muscular built-up guy, but I try to stay in-shape. These days, it seems, that several of my classmates are putting on a lot of weight from inactivity and eating too much junk food; I’m trying my best to avoid that from happening to me. I have a younger brother, Luke, who’s now 15. We get along pretty much as you would expect brothers to, everything is a big competition between us. Luke is more of a sneaky trouble-maker than I ever was; but I always seem to be the one in hot water with Mom and Dad when we have an argument. I am the older brother after all, the one who is supposed to “set the good example.” He loves to use that to his advantage, and often. Those rare times we are not at each other’s throats, we get along fairly well. We have fun shooting hoops in the driveway or going for a good run together. Marc Dietrich and Jeff Gardener are my closest and best friends that I hang out with most. We all have our driver’s licenses, but none of us own a car yet. We still enjoy riding our bikes to get around town even though most of our peers now drive. On the plus side, bike riding gives me another physical activity to help stay in shape. Our favorite destination is the Pizza Depot, it’s one of those cool pizza restaurant/arcades loved by the local teenagers. Even though we all have X-Boxes, PlayStations and PC’s at home, it’s good to actually get up, and out, of the house. We like the old-style arcade games they have, Pac Man, Asteroids, Donkey Kong, Guitar Hero, classic pinball machines, etc. Using our bikes to get here satisfies two of my current teenage-needs, video games and some physical activity; win-win for me. I should mention that there is another strong teenage-need that I have not had so much luck with satisfying… girls, specifically a girlfriend. My grandmother always told me, “Oh Kyle, with those dazzling green eyes, you’ll have all the pretty girls lining up for you.” Let’s just say I’m still waiting for that to happen… Overall, I can’t complain, I guess I’m a pretty good-looking guy and I have noticed girls checking me out on rare occasions… very rare occasions. My problem is that I’m on the shy and reserved side. I’ll be honest and admit that, all too often, I am too afraid to take the risk, make a little eye-contact and ask a girl out, mainly for fear of rejection. I had a bad experience with that in the 10th Grade. I got all hung up on this girl named Karla Whittington who sat next to me in English class. She was friendly, seemed happy to see me, and we became good friends. For a guy like me, not having a lot of self-confidence, I tended to make a big deal out of any pretty girl showing attention. It didn’t take long before I started to develop warm and fuzzy feelings. I would fantasize about us dating and doing fun things. When I finally got my courage up, I asked Karla if she would like to go out with me. She was cordial about it, but told me, “No.” Boy, was English class ever awkward after that, for both of us. I felt by asking her out, I may have killed our easy friendship. I have a real tendency to over-think things and I let it bother me, to be honest, it broke my heart. I know it sounds silly just because one girl turned me down, but it really takes a lot of courage for me to ask someone out. Looking back, I probably invested too much hopeful dreaming into it and that made the letdown that much harder on me. I’m generally not very outgoing with people, especially people that I don’t know very well. Simple advice to self; I really need to get out of my shell and learn to be more carefree. Sure, easy enough to say to yourself, but not so easy to figure out how to do. I really am creature of routine, I love routine, not so many unpleasant surprises, but also not very many pleasant ones either. I think my answer is to find something that gets me out of my comfort-zone. It’s not that I want to ditch my friends or anything, but maybe I need to meet some new people to interact with. ----- This afternoon, Marc and Jeff and I are at the Pizza Depot. While I'm dropping some quarters into the Street Fighter game for a match against Marc, I notice they put up a “Help Wanted” sign. Hmmm… maybe applying for a job is what I need? This might be a cool place to work and it is about time I start earning money to buy a car at some point. After the game, I walk over to the counter that separates the dining/arcade area from the work spaces and ask for an application. A big dude, with flour dust all over his apron, named Eric hands me one. “Return this Benny, when you're done,” he tells me. I sit down and fill it out. Once I’m done, I see the guy whose tag says he is Shift Manager Benny. He quickly reads what I've filled out and says, “Okay, this looks good. We’ll give you a call if we would like you to come in for an interview.” Back at the table our pizza has arrived. Marc asks, “Dude, did just you apply for that job here?” “Yeah, I really need to start saving up for my own car.” “Don’t we all...” “This would a great place for you to work, Kyle. That way you could still hang out with us.” Jeff says. “How am I going to ‘hang out’ if I’m working?” “Well, maybe you could get us free pizza and game credits?” he grins. “I don’t think it works that way, Jeff.” I’m not really expecting much to happen, but it’s an easy enough first step to building a new and out-going Kyle. ----- Am I ever surprised to receive a call the very next day. They would like me to come in about the job for an informal interview, this afternoon, if I’m available. Immediately hopping on my bike, I ride on over to the Pizza Depot. I meet with Mr. Bill Moore, who informs me that he is part-owner and manager. Mr. Moore is a rather large and imposing man, and at 6’-4” or more, some might say intimidating. He’s in his mid to late 50s and it’s easy to see that years of hard work have left him with thinning light brown hair beginning to gray. Beyond that, he has a kind face and a gentle nature about him. We shake hands and sit down in a booth. Mr. Moore is reading my job application, “Okay, let’s see what we have here: Kyle Stevenson, 17-years old, no prior employment experience and you attend Maplewood High School. Reason for wanting to work here: ‘This would be a fun place to work,’ and you ‘would like to start saving money to buy a car and for college.’ Is all of this correct?” “Yes, sir.” “Please, no need to be so formal with all the ‘sir' business, you may call me Bill.” “Okay, Bill.” It seems a little awkward calling a possible employer by his first name, but if that’s what the man wants, so be it. “Well Kyle, the position we are offering is not a glamorous one. You would be bussing tables, washing dishes, wiping down the arcade games, sweeping the floor, and generally keeping things clean around here. We also will need you to occasionally help with making and baking pizzas at extra-busy times. I can only offer minimum wage to start, but we can see how it goes from there.” “Sounds good to me sir - I mean Bill.” “We do have a few expectations here at Pizza Depot that I will go over with you. It’s important for you to be on time for all your shifts. If you should need to call in sick, we ask that you give as much notice as possible for us to call in a replacement. We’ll provide you with red shirts, a hat and an apron like you see our other employees wearing. You may wear blue jeans and tennis shoes if you wish, but they must be clean and no holes in them. We may not be able to offer you very many hours at first; but, as we get busier in the summertime, that should change.” I nod in agreement and Bill continues, “I understand how popular this establishment is with young people. If you should work here, I need you to understand that you are not to be distracted by your peers visiting as customers while you’re on-duty. When you are off-duty, you are welcome to enjoy this place with your friends for as long as you wish. I’m sure you understand the importance of this.” “Yes, I do, I won’t let you down.” “Well okay, Kyle, consider yourself hired. How easy was that for your first job interview?” “Very easy.” Bill and I shake hands, “Welcome aboard, I think you’ll enjoy being a part of our team.” “I think I will too. When can I start?” “Come back next Tuesday at 4:00 and report to my daughter Renee, she’s returning from college for the summer and will be working here as a shift manager. She’ll train you on all of your duties, and get you all set up with shirts, hats and a work schedule.” “Thank you, Bill!” ----- Tuesday of the following week, I arrive at Pizza Depot 15-minutes before 4:00, my mother said to always show up early and make a good first-impression. When I arrive, I ask a passing waitress for Renee Moore, she motions towards the kitchen area, “She’s in the back.” As I’m walking towards the opening that leads to working spaces, I see a cute blonde, with shorter-length hair, who looks to be about 20 or 21 come out to greet me. “Hi, I’m Renee. You must be Kyle?” she smiles and reaches out to shake my hand. My first impressions are for having such a big, tall father, his daughter is rather short and petite, maybe 5’ – 2” at most. “Yes, that’s me.” “Dad told me you were coming in today. Welcome to the Pizza Depot crew, come on in the back with me.” She leads me through the kitchen area to a small back office. “Okay, first we need to get you set up with some uniform shirts, hats and an apron.” She looks me up and down, “How tall are you? You look about 5’-10”, 5’-11”?” “I’m 5’-10”” Renee sorts through a big box of red Pizza Depot shirts and pulls one out. “Okay, how about an Adult Male Medium, try this on. You're pretty slender so if it’s too loose we can try a smaller size.” I try the shirt on over my t-shirt, it’s a little loose, but fits fine. She digs out a few more of the same size along with a hat and an apron. Renee spends the afternoon with me going over all the duties I will be expected to do. Bill was right, it’s not a glamorous position washing dishes and cleaning up, but I think it will be cool working here. Renee and everyone I met that day seem like fun people to work with. I work a couple of days a week for these first several weeks, usually a Tuesday afternoon and a Friday or a Saturday afternoon. Bill did say it wouldn’t be very many hours at first, but they should pick up in the summertime. By the time the school year ends in early June, I was bumped up to working four afternoons a week. ----- I enjoy working at Pizza Depot, not so much for the tasks I am assigned; cleaning dishes and mopping bathrooms isn’t fun for anyone. It’s because of my co-workers, we get along great and that makes it fun. Bill is great to work for, I think he has taken a liking to me for being such a “responsible young man,” always arriving to work on time and getting my job done. He gave me a 50-cent per hour raise after my first four weeks working here. I can already tell that working here with these people has been good for me, I’m loosening up and it’s bringing me out of my shell. Eric is pretty funny and likes to joke around. He's a cook and a big oaf of a guy that loves to party. The others say he loves it too much and tends to come in late with a hangover every now and then. Shift manager Benny is cool and laid-back, for the most part, except he does get a little tense and wound-up when it’s busy in here. I understand he’s a bit of a PC gamer and builds his own computers, he’s fun to talk with about popular games and techy-stuff. I especially like and get along with Renee. She has such a cool, perky and outgoing personality that I enjoy, not to mention how damn cute she is; I could do well to learn from her. She nicknamed me Sport, I’m not sure why since most sports activities and I rarely cross paths, but I’m fine with it. It seems that most shifts I work, Renee is also working, I like that. It’s nice to fit-in here, but I do admit it can be hard to not be distracted when my friends come in to hang out. I remind them that, “I can’t talk right now, I’m on duty,” and will hang out later. ----- One early June Friday afternoon, Tiffany Hammond comes in hanging on her football-player boyfriend Blake Ramsey, along with his friends Justin and Dirk. Tiffany and I have known each other for many years and grew up in the same neighborhood. I consider her a good friend, although we’ve somewhat drifted apart these last couple of years. She and I used to be able talk about almost anything, we even share the same birthday of September 12th. When we were kids, Tiffany was an awkward girl, but at the beginning of high school, she really blossomed into an attractive young woman. She has long brown, slightly wavy hair, beautiful blue eyes and a pretty face in that cute girl-next-door way. In elementary and middle school, I always thought of her as just a friend, but these last few years, I have become quite attracted to her. I often have thoughts about wanting to explore a relationship beyond friendship. Unfortunately for me, when it comes to guys, she only seems attracted to the athletic type, the alpha-males; consequently, that never puts me on her radar as anything more than a trusted guy-friend. She occasionally consults me when she needs a guy’s perspective, looking for advice dealing with which ever jock she is currently dating. All too often, it is impossible for me to give any useful advice. I just can’t get into their self-centered, ego-driven mindset. Guys like that and myself are polar-opposites of the guy-spectrum. Tiffany, Blake, Justin and Dirk join a group of jocks and popular girls from school that came in earlier. That’s a group I have no interest in associating with, they all seem so fake and full of themselves. I must have been staring in Tiffany’s direction for a while, long enough for Renee to take notice. She nods over at the group, “Who’s she?” “Tiffany Hammond.” “She your girlfriend?” “Nah, just a friend, we’ve known each other for years.” “Do you want her to be your girlfriend?” Am I that obvious? I think to myself. Sighing, I tell Renee, “She’s only into jocks, not guys like me.” “Her loss,” she shrugs, “You’ll find the right girl, Sport.” “I’m not so sure about that...” I quietly mutter. She tugs on my shirt, “Come on in the back, we need help with making pizza, we’re getting behind in the kitchen.” ----- As the month of June progresses, the weather becomes warmer and warmer, a sure sign the summer season is setting in to stay. I learn just how hot it can get in the kitchen with the pizza ovens roaring at 500 degrees. It seems no matter how cold we have the air conditioning set at, it’s still sweltering back here. Renee assured me that I will “get used to it over time.” On this particular Wednesday, it was rather slow before dinner and Renee asked if I could help her rearrange the stock-room. We pull everything off the shelves to give them a good wipe down, throw out old junk that isn’t used anymore and sweep the floors in all the hard-to-reach corners. This room is small as it is, but with everything off the shelves and piled around us, it makes for tight working quarters. Renee has her hands full with couple of large plastic containers and is trying to scoot past me. Moving back to allow her room, I back up into a large cardboard box and lose my balance. My ass lands on the box as Renee, also loses her balance, in an attempt to reach out and catch me. She ends up landing on me, sitting on my lap. “Ah shit!” she exclaims, as the containers she was carrying topple, dumping their contents of paper cups and lids all over the floor. She turns, looks at me behind her, and laughs, “Well, hello there! Fancy meeting you in here,” she jokes because of our now, very close, proximity. “Uh… Hi,” I grin back. She sighs, “Look at this mess. We really need to figure out how to restock these shelves with a better system.” “Yeah,” I nod and agree. Funny thing is, she stays right where she is, comfortably sitting on my lap. I feel a little awkward having my supervisor, not to mention, the owner’s cute daughter so close to me… and on me like this… but, I’m not bothered it. It’s hard not to be attracted to Renee. I can feel every one of her slight movements directly through my pants and directly on my special parts inside. That little horny side of me causes my mind to start to wander. I’m thinking about how close in proximity my special parts are to her special parts, only few layers of simple cloth. Uh oh, shouldn’t be thinking like this, I feel myself starting to get hard. I better get my mind on something else, and quick! Renee turns and smiles at me; god, I hope she hasn’t noticed the growing situation I have going on, she’ll think I’m some kind of perv. She takes a breath and starts to stand up, “Okay, Sport, let’s get this shit done.” As she’s partway lifted herself up, the box I'm on suddenly picks that time to collapse under me. Like a skit in some old-time comedy act, I fall and Renee loses her balance, coming down alongside of me. As she lands, her hand inadvertently falls on the small hump in the front of my jeans. As if things weren’t already stirred-up down there, slight movement of her fingers causes a bevy of tingles on my sensitive bits inside. When she notices exactly where her hand is, she grins, pulling it back. “Oops, I’m sorry,” she giggles, “Didn’t mean to grope you there.” I feel my face get instantly warm, “It’s okay,” I tell her. Benny comes around the corner and see us on the floor in the middle of this mess, “What in the hell is going on back here?” Renee reaches up to him, “Pull me up, will ya?” Sometimes it’s just those little things that can make a guy’s day, like noticing a girl possibly checking you out, maybe a female friend playfully smacking your ass, or sitting on your lap, and how about a hand accidently landing on your private area? Okay, okay, I know… it was just an innocent slip-up, but hey, it makes me smile. ----- For the next couple of weeks, things continue go great at my job. Renee seems to schedule me whenever she’s working, I’m fine with that, I like working shifts with her. In mid-July, she pulls me aside and asks if I would be interested in making some extra money on the side for my car and college fund. She explains, “My Dad is not only part owner of Pizza Depot, but he also owns the Fairlawn Apartments on MacArthur Avenue. Do you know where I’m talking about?” “Yeah, I think I know where that is.” “When a tenant’s lease is up and they move out, we repaint the whole apartment and sometimes replace the carpet before re-renting the unit. The repainting is something I help my Dad with. I have five units to paint over the next four weeks. Would you be interested in helping me? We can pay you hourly what you make here, plus an extra dollar an hour on top. I already asked my Dad and he’s fine with it.” “Wow, yeah! That sounds great. But, I’ve never painted any rooms before.” “There’s nothing to it, I can have you painting like a pro in an hour or two.” “Okay, count me in.” ----- A few days later, I ride my bike out to the Fairlawn Apartments, find Building #4 and Apartment #6 that Renee and I are to be painting. She told me to wear clothes that I don’t care if I get paint on and to be sure to wear shorts, because it can get really hot in the units with the air conditioning vents covered up with masking. It doesn’t take long for me to get the hang of using the paint roller. Renee works with the brush painting around all the edges and corners while I follow up. Wall by wall, everything is gets a fresh coat of white paint. I can see it will take us most of the day to complete this two-bedroom apartment. The former tenant left behind an old couch in the living room. Around noon, Renee motions we should sit down and take a break. We are both pouring sweat in this ridiculously hot and humid apartment. Add that the evaporating paint makes the air extra heavy and this mid-July summer heat makes it too hot outside to open any windows for relief. Renee asks, “Would it be awkward for you if I took off my shirt? I am burning up. I have a sports bra on.” “Yeah, that’s fine, go for it.” I wave my hand, not thinking too much about it. “Thanks. Take your shirt off too if you want.” I feel a little awkward doing so, I’ve never been one of those guys who goes around shirt-less unless I’m swimming, but she’s right, it will feel better to take this sweat-soaked thing off. To take my mind off feeling uncomfortable, I make some conversation, “So where do you go away to college?” “Central Michigan University, or as we call it, CMU. It’s up in Mount Pleasant.” “What’s it like? Do you enjoy it?” “Yeah, I love being away at college, lots of great parties and there’s always fun things going on. The homework can really be piled on heavy by the professors though.” “More than high school, huh?” “Oh, hell yeah,” she agrees and adds, “I’m going for a Business Management Degree. I’d like to take over managing these apartments and maybe Pizza Depot someday. My dad works so hard and he isn’t getting younger.” I nod, “Sounds like a good plan.” “What about you, are you planning on going to college?” “Yeah, I definitely want to go, I’m just not sure where yet. I’m not even sure what I want to major in.” “You need to start thinking about that, you only have one more year of high school.” “I know…” Renee switches gears, “Kyle, can I ask you for some guy advice? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I don’t want to put you on the spot or anything…” “Sure, it’s fine. Remember that girl, Tiffany? She’s always asking me for guy perspective advice.” “Okay, so, there’s this guy at school who was in a couple of my classes last semester, his name is Tom. I kind of like him and I think there’s a chance he’s… he’s noticed me too, but I’m not sure. He’s really shy and I’m more of an outgoing, party-girl, if you haven’t noticed.” “Yeah,” I nod, “You’re pretty outgoing.” “I’m not sure if I should approach him… or how? Or what to do? I don’t want to scare him off or anything. What do you think would be a good way I could find out more about him?” “Does he know you like to party and that kind of stuff?” “I don’t think so, I’ve never seen him at any I’ve been at.” I think for a little while and then offer, “Hmmm, well… if he’s on the shy-side, you would probably be safe in taking the initiative here. Invite him to a quiet-type activity. Keep it simple, go out to a coffee shop or a nice bookstore or something. Quieter activities may put you out your comfort-zone, but remember, being around outgoing girls can put a shy-guy out of his. Maybe some low-key, easy one on one, time is what work best?” Renee says nothing, taking in what I said and then, “I like it! Damn Kyle, why didn’t I think of that?” I make sure to add, “But, don’t hide the fact that you like going to parties and that sort of thing. You will have to let him know that at some point, he needs to know the real you. Don’t portray yourself as someone you’re not.” She shakes her head, “That Tiffany girl does not know how good she’s got it with you around.” “Yeah… ‘that Tiffany…’” I sigh. “I’m sorry, you really like her, don’t you?” “It’s just… I just… I just don’t know what she sees in all those stupid jocks she hangs around with. She’s so much better than the likes of them...” Renee leans in, “She may come around someday, be patient, she’s young. She just hasn’t figured out what a real man is yet. For now, just keep being her friend; but that doesn’t mean closing yourself off to other options in the meantime. If some girl comes along that you want to date, you go for it! A cute and nice guy like you should have no problems getting girls.” “Sometimes I wonder if that’s my problem…” I look down, “I’m too nice…” Renee puts her hand on my thigh, “Awww, you are such a sweet guy… Don’t think like that.” Standing up, she says, “I’ll be right back.” She goes to the kitchen and returns with two ice cold bottles of beer. Popping the tops, she hands me one, “I think we could use these, don’t you?” “Yeah, that sounds great.” Something she said earlier has my interest. I pause, hesitant to ask, but go for it anyway, “So… you think I’m cute?” “Yeah, you are!” she looks at me like, you should know that, “First thing I noticed about you when you hired on.” We sit and enjoy the refreshing icy-cold brew in this stifling apartment. I notice that she has put her hand back on my thigh. I’m getting those little tingling feelings again as she’s slightly rubbing the tender inner side, letting her fingers travel a little higher up each time. “Mums the word about me giving you that, if my Dad were to find out I was giving beer to a minor-” “Not a peep from me.” Sensing this could be a touchy subject, Renee turns to me and tenderly asks, “Have you had many girlfriends, Kyle?” “No, not really... I’ve never had much luck in that department.” Running her fingers through my sweaty, dark brown hair in a combing motion, brushing it back from my forehead, she tells me, “Well, if I was a still in high school, I would be happy to be your girlfriend.” This makes me feel good and I offer a smile. “You really are a great guy, I mean that. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” The way I am sitting, slouched in the couch, I could swear Renee has been nonchalantly glancing down at my shorts, especially between my parted legs. And, is it just me, or is Renee getting a little touchy-feely? It seems she likes being close to me, like that day in the stock-room. I can’t help but let my mind wander, is she possibly taking a liking to me more than just a co-worker? Nah, I’m probably overthinking things again and reading too much into her kindness. Remember what I said about a cute girl showing attention to a reserved guy like me. As I am off in la-la land pondering this, Renee stands up and slowly paces around the room, admiring our progress. I thought I heard her say something about, “getting a bit done.” “Huh…?” I snap back from my day-dreaming. “I said, we’ve already got quite a bit done.” “Oh, yeah… I guess we do.” “I think we make a good team, you and I,” she muses. Walking back over and standing in front of me, Renee silently takes my beer from my hand and sets the bottle on the floor. She lifts one knee and places it on the couch alongside my leg, then she lifts her other knee up and places it alongside my other leg, straddling me. I look up, a little confused about her entering my personal space this way. She looks deep in my eyes and quietly says, “I know we needed a beer, but I think I know of… something else… we both could use.” I’m getting the strong feeling that Renee is wanting to- She gently presses her crotch down and moves it back and forth over the bulge in my shorts, rubbing her private area all over my private area. There’s the tingles again, loud and clear, but this time, throughout all of my lower body from this unexpected, but welcome attention. She grins at me, undoes her bra and tosses it aside. Her beautiful bare breasts, only inches from my eyes, are breath-taking. They’re absolutely perfect and perky, in their own way, they match her personality. She grins, takes my hands and places them on herself, whispering. “You can play with these if you want.” This is the first time I ever touched boobs and they feel wonderful! I love how soft, yet slightly firm, they are. I touch and caress them, feeling her nipples grow harder. At the same time, her hands explore my bare chest, lightly twisting and pinching my little guy-nipples. This sends charged sensations all through my body. I learn how the nerves in my nipples are directly connected to the nerves in my area between my legs. Renee whispers again, “How about I forget all about Tom and you forget all about Tiffany?” “Okay…” I whisper back. It’s as if I’m in a hypnotic trance. “Today, let’s just be two people who want to enjoy each other... Okay?” “Uh huh…” I slowly nod. She slowly stands up, never taking her eyes off me. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, she wiggles them down and all the way off. Please, please, please don’t let this be a dream… I take in a breath as I see her fluffy pubic patch, it’s blonde, but slightly darker than the hair on her head. I like how it’s trimmed into a perfect little triangle where her legs meet. Keeping her eyes fixed on mine, she squats and slips her fingers into each side of the waistband of my shorts. “Is this okay?” she asks. I’m in total, speechless awe at this point, but I can nod. I nod that, Yeah, this is, most definitely, okay! I kick off my tennis shoes as she slowly pulls my shorts and underwear down. I lift up so they clear my cheeks as she pulls them the rest of the way off. It makes me feel good to see Renee smile as she takes her first glimpses at the parts of my body I’ve always kept private. She playfully ruffles her fingertips in my dark, fluffy pubes, “I really like these, Sport, so glad you don’t shave them.” Being completely naked, showing off everything I’ve got for the first time with a girl, with anyone for that matter, naturally has me feeling very nervous. I was certainly not expecting the day to go in this direction. Renee places her knees back alongside my legs and returns to her position over me, this time there are no layers of cloth between her girl-bits and my boy-parts. Settling her soft pussy down, she’s sandwiching me underneath her. She feels so warm, soft and even a little bit wet. Slowly, she moves her hips in grinding motion backward and forward over me. Renee’s pussy is the first one I have ever seen, and here is my cock, nestling between her lips as she slides them over me. Talk about tingling sensations? We’re now talking through the roof and well on their way to the stratosphere. I notice a small hard nub, that I am guessing is her clit. She’s rubbing it coincidently on my extra-special sensitive spot on the bottom side of my cock. This feels ab-so-fuckin-lutely amazing! Rubbing ourselves together, she asks, “Do you like this?” I’m sure my, wide-eyed, wonderment spoke volumes. “Uh-huh…” I nod. She caresses my arms and tells me, “Kyle, you’re so tense, it’s okay to relax and enjoy this.” “I, I know…” I utter. “Maybe this will help,” she says as she leans forward, putting her hands behind my head. Opening her mouth over mine, she maneuvers her tongue in. This feels very strange to me at first, having another person in the space inside my mouth, but it doesn’t take long for me to enjoy the sexiness of kissing this way. “There, is that better?” she tilts her head and smiles. “Yeah...” Renee scoots back a little bit so that she’s sitting on my lower thighs closer to my knees. She looks down and smiles at my hard-on, standing straight-up and at full attention between us. “Alrighty then, let’s have a looksee at what you have going on here.” Starting with wrapping her hand around, gently stroking and rubbing, she progresses into checking out specific features of my penis. On the very tip, she’s touching my little pee-hole, then feeling the shape of my glans, sliding her thumb over my sensitive spot and twirling her fingers around the indented rim. As this is happening, her other hand wiggles down to fiddle her fingers on my ball bag; it tickles and causes me to squirm. “Uh oh, someone’s ticklish here,” she giggles and purposely jiggles my nuts. “Yeah… kinda.” Other than my own, I’ve never felt another’s hands play so freely in my cotch before. It’s so different because what, and where, her fingers touch next is so unexpected; it’s wonderful! I’ve also never been so closely examined, and Renee is inspecting everything in great detail. I hope she finds me adequate. Sure, I’ve measured myself, like probably every guy on the planet has at one time or another. How we measure-up is one of those things we’re naturally curious about. My length is 6 ½ to 7 inches, depending on the intensity of my erection. Internet research regarding average penis size let me know that I fall into what is considered perfectly normal. Pausing with my cock in her hand, she nods approvingly, “You really have a nice one!” “I do?” I nervously ask. “Hell yeah, you do! It’s nicely proportioned and looks great; I think it’s perfect!” “Well, th-that’s… that’s good to know,” I stutter, “I’m happy you like it… b-because I-” God, I must sound so stupid, stumbling over my words like a complete idiot, and especially after receiving such high compliments on my penis! Renee puts her finger to my lips, “Relax…” she whispers, grinning at me. I take a deep breath and find calm. Like I said, I’ve never had another person take such an interest in my most private parts before. Slowly sliding her hand up and down a few times, she seems to be studying the space between her fingertips and thumb. With some gentle squeezing, she tells me, “And, you have a nice girth too.” That’s also good to know. Most guys are concerned with, or brag and lie, about how long it is. As I just learned, girls also look at the thickness. The next seven, simple words Renee said let me know that I will definitely remember this day for the rest of my life. She asks, “Can I feel you inside me now?” “I, uh… I didn’t bring any condoms or anything, I didn’t know we would be-” “It’s okay,” she smiles, “I’m on the pill.” Renee scoots up and positions her pussy directly over me. Again, I pray that I’m not dreaming this. Oh my god! My mind is racing, this is really happening! She wants my cock inside her pussy! This is my day! The day I’m gonna lose my virginity! With her hand, she lines me up and we make contact of my tip poised at her opening. With a little wiggle, I see the head of my penis slip in and disappear inside her. Slowly she descends on my shaft, gently easing me all the way in. I swear I’m seeing fireworks exploding in my head. She’s so warm, so wet, so welcoming and so silky-smooth. For a guy, I don’t know if there is a life-moment better than feeling your cock slide inside a girl for the very first time. Her pussy is snug and feels beyond magnificent! She sits like this for a few moments and moves her hips around. “Oh god, Kyle, you feel SO GOOD!” Here I am mentally noting how great she feels and I feel just as good to her! Wow! I don’t think I can make a boner any harder than I am right now. She smiles and I feel her contracting her muscles tightly around me, I answer by twitching my cock inside her. Bouncing up and down a bit, she tells me, “When I do this, I can feel you hit all the way to the back of me.” “You do?” I ask. “Yes, you totally fill me up, it feels awesome.” Renee puts my hands on her hips as she slowly starts moving up and then down, sliding up and then back down, sliding up and then back down. Oh - My - God! Does this ever feel fantastic! The inside of her pussy is so well lubricated, it feels like the softest velvet. I let out a low, deep moan of, “OooOhhhh”. This is everything, and so much more, than I was ever expecting sex would be like. My thoughts are shouting, I’m having sex! I’m actually having sex! We find our rhythm; I move my hips up and down, driving in sync to work with her movements. She increases the speed and then slows it down, faster and then slower. The pacing we find is not a constant, but a variation of working in tandem for maximum sensational pleasure. Renee squints her eyes and slowly lolls her head around, enjoying how I penetrate her with each thrust, “Oh god, Kyle… this feels so good…” For never doing this before, all of this seems to come quite natural. I think, as humans, we tap into a deep primal instinct of making this work without much conscious thought. At times, she will lean forward to rub her clit in my pubic hair and on the pubic bone below, moaning, “Mmm, Mmmm” from the gratification she’s receiving. Her forward and backward motion in this position creates a different in and out sliding sensation with a more pronounced rubbing on the bottom side of my shaft, it feels great. One simply way to describe this is, my cock is in pussy heaven! She sits up, straightens her back, and continues the up and the down motions while I keep in sync with her. “Renee?” “Yeah?” “This is actually my first time...” This takes a moment to sink in. Upon realization of what I just said, her eyes grow big, “Really? And, you haven’t cum yet!” “No, but I think I’m gonna soon.” I don’t think I’ve shot my load yet because, deep down, I’m still a little nervous. My revelation seems to have a direct effect, it turns her on even more than before. Maybe it’s because my first sex is with her, right here and right now? She goes absolutely insane on me, and in a good way. Vigorously grinding and squeezing my hips tightly between her thighs, she’s working her pussy up and down my pole like crazy. I thought we were sweaty before. “Oh-my-god, oh-my-god,” she’s huffing and puffing, lifting up and hammering herself down on me and vocalizing every thought of, “You-feel-so-good! Oh-god, I-love-your-cock! I-want-all-of-it! All-of-it-in-me!” Hearing and seeing how much she’s enjoying fucking me is all it takes for my remaining nervousness to fade away. This is truly awesome! If only this moment could last forever, but I know that’s not how it works, how about for a few hours at least? The fact is, my moment is coming, and coming fast. I try my best to hold off exploding in a feeble attempt to keep this magic lasting for just a little bit longer, but Renee letting it all loose, thrusting and gyrating like a wild woman is feeling so intense and so wonderful, it’s pushing the limits to more than I can stand. “Ohhh, I’m gonna cum!” I yelp. “Do it!” she puffs. Her breathing is fast as she continues this wonderful and wild dance. In the midst of her panting, she shouts, “Cum in my pussy, Kyle! Cum right NOW!” That’s it! There’s no stopping the white surge from deep inside as it rapidly propels to exit the small opening on my tip. “Auhhtt!” I grunt out loud and thrust my hips up, driving my entire length all the way in as I fire it! The first blast is immediately followed by another ejaculatory explosion, followed by another, then another, and another... “Aaahhhhh…” I hum as my every care in the whole world funnels its way down… Down through my body… Past my groin, and right on out my urethra in the form of my creamy semen… As I’m releasing my flood of cum, I feel her pussy muscles contract very tightly in a stranglehold around my shaft like she never wants to let it go. Renee throws her head back and shouts, “Oh my God! OH MY GOD! Gimme your cum! OH GOD!” This is followed by whimpering, crying-like sounds. I hope I didn’t hurt her somehow… Feeling the last pulses of my final spurts, she leans forward, wraps her arms around my back and pulls me tightly to her. Her chest is wet, sweaty and hot as she’s pushing my face deep between her breasts. We stay like this for a quite a while as our orgasmic spasms subside and we catch our breaths. I look up at Renee and see a glazed look in her eyes and meekly ask, “Are you okay?” “Oh, Kyle…” more deep breaths, “That was fucking fantastic!” Whew! I’m relieved I didn’t hurt her when I drove myself in so deep in the throes of the most awesome ejaculation I ever felt. Remember, the only sexual releases I’ve ever experienced have been accomplished by my own hand in my bedroom. This was much more intense than I was expecting, and so much better! “We came at the same time!” she exclaims. I wasn’t quite sure of the importance of this, I thought that was how it was supposed to work every time. “When you said this was your first time, I don’t know what happened, but some kind of crazy sexual explosion went off in my brain. I never did it with a virgin guy before and I’m sooo happy it was with you!” While she’s talking, she’s pressing herself down and moving her hips around to continue enjoying our connection. “It was like, oh my god, I have your virgin cock inside me and your first climax with another person is going to be with me! Thinking about that just drove me wild! Still does!” Wow! And, here I thought losing my virginity was a big deal for me… She continues, “When I sensed you were getting close, I was starting to feel my own coming on, that’s why I told you to, ‘Cum now! Cum now!’ It’s so awesome when we can cum together like that!” “It doesn’t work like that every time?” “No, usually the guy finishes first. Most of the time it takes a girl longer to climax.” “Oh…” Learn something new every day. “Remember that. When you cum first, don’t just roll over and be done, make sure your girl has hers too, she’ll love you forever.” “I’ll remember that.” Renee confesses, “I think deep down, I suspected you were a virgin, but I wasn’t 100% sure till you told me.” She kisses me, “I hope this was great for you.” “Oh, it was!” Playing with my nipples, she whispers, “You have such a sweet innocence about you, a sweet innocence in how you act… and what you say… I really like that about you.” “Well, I guess I’m not so ‘innocent’ anymore, huh?” I snicker, twitching my, still hard, cock inside her. “You may not be a virgin anymore, but don’t ever lose these good qualities of who you are.” We kiss again, no rushing and taking time with our tongues. All the while, Renee remains straddling my hips because we’re not ready to separate just yet. Wow! What a day! Here we are covered in sweat, genitals connected, and I just lost my virginity! This day is awesome! Renee is awesome! Everything is truly great with the world! I feel some warm liquid leaking and dripping past my balls. “Uh, oh, I think we’re leaving something on the couch here.” “Hahaha!” she laughs, “We’re making a fabled wet-spot! Those will become small points of argument in the future over who has to sleep on it.” Yup, I continue to learn new things… “Whew, now it’s really hot in here,” she says fanning her hands as she lifts up and slides off of me. Renee certainly did not have to, but I thought it was really nice, and actually kind of sexy, of her to grab one of the painter towels to wipe me off. She cleans herself up and grabs those beers she set on the floor earlier. “These are getting a little warm. Do you want another one?” “Sure!” We pop the tops on two fresh cold ones. She flops down alongside me, “Ahhhh, we both needed that, don’t you think?” “Oh, yeah! We most definitely did!” I whole-heartedly agree. I never knew painting could be so much fun. She smiles and sheepishly admits, “I’ve kinda had my eye on you and been wanting to do it with you for a while now.” “Well, I’m really happy you did,” I laugh. “So, was sex what you hoped it would be?” “Even better!” I tell her and ask, “Do you remember that day we were rearranging the stock-room?” I think she knows where I’m going with this, “Yeah, I remember.” “After you fell on me moving the boxes, your hand accidently touched me here,” I pat my pubic hair, “I know this will sound stupid, but it made me horny for the rest of that day.” “Yeah… I remember that. And, maybe, it wasn’t exactly an ‘accident?’” Renee admits, biting her lip and snickering, “But, seriously though, let’s keep all of this between us. Please don’t say anything around Pizza Depot, or to your buddies, okay? It could make things super-awkward.” I make a my-lips-are-sealed motion. “So, you said there are four more of these apartments to paint? Would you… by any chance… need help with them?” I venture, with a hopeful grin. “Hmmmm,” she looks up and ponders, “Yeah… I think I could use your help… if you’re offering, that is.” We finish our second beer and Renee says, “Okay, Sport, you ready to get back at it?” My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, does she mean like, right now? She laughs and hits my arm, “I mean with the painting, jack-ass!” “Oh, yeah, that too...” As we are gathering up our strewn-about, sweaty clothes, her phone chimes from an incoming text. “My dad is on his way here and wants to know what unit we’re in. Get dressed and get rid of those beer bottles while I text him back.” Fifteen minutes later, Bill Moore arrives with a large pepperoni pizza for us, he sets it in the kitchen and comes to check-out our progress. I respect Bill immensely, but I couldn’t help feeling very awkward seeing him right now; here is the man that hired me and his daughter is currently walking around with my semen inside her pussy. He looks around the apartment, “Hey, this place is looking great, you two really work well together.” “Yup, we sure do! Kyle is doing great for his first time, he’s painting like a pro,” Renee smirks and winks at me. Did she really have to say, “his first time”? “Well, that’s great! Oh, I put a couple bottles of pop on the counter for you too, figured you need them in this heat.” “Thanks, Dad.” “Keep up the good work. I’d love to hang around, but I gotta run over to main office, that damn printer is acting up again. See you two later.” We enjoy the pizza and continue painting with the addition of loud music blasting. Both of us are singing, quite badly, along with songs we know. Perma-smiles of mutual satisfaction are on our faces when we look in each other’s direction. A few hours later, we finish the work. Renee comes over, puts an arm over my shoulders and nods, “We did good, don’t you think?” “Yeah, we did. Especially for…” my turn to wink, “My, ‘first time.’” “That too,” she nods. I believe I did do well for my first time, she orgasmed with me, that’s good sign for sure. You know what’s different? I actually feel more like a man than I did this morning. “So, Sport,” she pulls me close and reaches down to squeeze the front of my shorts, “Do you think you’re up to help paint another apartment in three days?” Yeah… I think I’ll be “up” for it…

Deep in the bowls of a dark, polluted, dystopian city, an the grimy door of a small apartment creeks open. The kitchen is the living room is the bedroom. Dim yellow light shines down onto the greasy floor from the bathroom, illuminating an empty dog bowl and leash on the floor. In steps a Goblin, he is short, fat, naked and ugly. The yellow light reflects off of his rough grey skin and his small, misshapen tusks. The fairy strapped to his front moans as he waddles through the door. Once inside, his beady black eyes go straight to the underside of his bunkbed mattress to check the other fairy is still there. He waddles over to the sink, clutches a small clay cup in his blackened, knobbly, 3-fingered hand, fills it with water and downs it. As he drinks, Lucy, the fairy strapped to his belly, looks up at him longingly. The Goblin fills the cup again and pours it over Lucy's head. The cold shock of water is enough to make her start shivering uncontrallably. She is dying. The Goblin hasn't fed or watered her since he bought her, and he doesn't intend to. Exhausted, the Goblin shuffles over to the dog bowl, unstraps Lucy from his front, and begins tugging her off his dick. Goblins cocks are a the same size as their arms, they cum dozens of times per day even without stimulation and they constantly ooze precum. Lucy has had the Goblins member lodged up her asshole, poking around in her tummy, all day long. Her dry anus grips around his thick, rough, bumpy foreskin as he yanks her off him. He immediately plops her down in front of him onto the dog bowl and waddles off. This Goblins's other fairy is called Pussy. He keeps her inside his mattress. He made a hole for a fairy when he bought the mattress. Pussy's ass sticks up out of the mattress, exposing her vagina and asshole from the top, and Pussy's face sticks out of the underside of the mattress, between the supporting slats of the grey metal bunkbed. The Goblin climbs up the ladder into bed, slumping face-down onto the pillow, jamming his fat cock up Pussy's ass. Pussy is paralised, looking sideways across the room, she is drooling some cum that has made it's way all the way through her swollen, cum filled belly. Like Lucy, she has never been fed. Pussy looks vagrantly outwards, staring at Lucy. Lucy is still shaking uncontrollably, trying desperately to push out thick globs of white Goblin cum from her ass into the dog bowl. Her trembling legs keep causing her to loose her balance and sit down straight into the bowl of cum, glazing her pretty buttocks. Lucy has one of the Goblin's spoons in one hand (a ladle for someone of her size) which she uses to furiously shovel the Goblins's cum from underneath her into her starving mouth. The cum, which she also spoon-feeds Pussy when the Goblin is asleep, is enough to keep them alive, a bit longer, but it's not enough to survive on forever. Lucy has a plan to escape. There is a tiny window right at the top of the wall above the sink, that looks out onto the street. Her plan is to try and make her and Lucy appealing enough to a passing Goblin that he steals them. Lucy's asshole is far too stretched and wrecked to flaunt it through a window. All the walking about all day, strapped to the Goblin, does a lot of damage to her guts and her butt. But Pussy's hole looks much more appealing, Lucy had checked. One week the Goblin was extra horny and left her a lot of cum in her ass, so Lucy found the energy to climb up the ladder and spread Pussy's cheeks to look at her hole. It was still pink and soft, and it barely even gaped when she pulled at it. So if Lucy could just get Pussy to somehow bend over and flaunt her pink butthole out the window for a few hours every day, then maybe, just maybe, another Goblin would break in and steal them both and feed them. But pussy was borderline comatose most days. This week, Pussy hadn't even been able to swallow the ladles of cum on her own, Lucy had had to force it down her throat with her fingers instead, and the gagging noises had almost awoken the Goblin. Lucy would have to hold Pussy's butt up to the window and jiggle and spread it herself. Nonetheless, 2 weeks later, the Goblin was in heat again and Lucy found the strength to pull Pussy down through the mattress, between the bed slats, and onto the matted, dusty carpet below. Pussy fell on top of Lucy, knocking her head against the floor and jamming her large pointy ear between her head and the wall. Lucy helped the Pussy to her feat and whispered her plan softly to her once again. The zombie-like Pussy looked like she was sleepwalking as she walked towards the sink. Her embarrassingly large ass cheeks wobbled as she walked. She was so skinny and underfed that all of her ribs showed and her skin appeared to slump off of her gaunt face. It looked like more than half of her weight was in her ass. The skin on her back hadn't fully healed since her wings were sawed off, leaving angry little stumps on her shoulder blades that seemed to throb as she moved. When she finally got to the sink she fell over flat on her face in front of it and vomited pure cum and bile all over her own face. Lucy helped her up again and devoured the cum she just threw up. Eventually Lucy managed to get Pussy up on the sink. Standing in the sink, her butt was exactly the same height as the dirty little window. Lucy helped Pussy bend over and started spreading, spanking and jiggling Pussy's butt for the occasional passing Goblin. Lucy even began to enjoy showing off her friend for the Goblins, they mostly just ignored them, but some smiled at her as they went past. Just as they relaxed a bit, the Goblin woke up. They both turned in horror to see him up earlier than usual and climbing down the ladder, scowling at them. Pussy grabbed Lucy by her ear, dragging her head to her mouth and, in a rasping, tired voice, whispered to Lucy "I don't want to die yet". She said it matter-of-factly and looked Lucy straight in the eyes. Pussy was too dehydrated to cry but eyes were red and puffy. The Goblin strode over to them, annoyed that his cock had been unattended all night. He grabbed Pussy by the neck. She was so small compared to him that when he lifted her it looked like a farmer carrying a chicken to the shopping block. Lucy, terrified, was still standing in the sink, she bent over and presented her asshole to him in the hopes he would use her and then forget about what they did. When she bent over, her anus automatically gaped open and some Goblin cum dripped out. The Goblin stared at his favourite hole for a few seconds, considering his options. He shoved Pussy's limp body face-first into Lucy's open hole. At first he just rubbed her face in Lucy's ass, but when he saw how ragged and surrendered Pussy was, he pushed harder, cramming her face deeper and deeper into his favourite hole. When both Lucy and Pussy started struggling, he grinned and shoved Pussy's head all the way in. Lucy immediately began to scream meekly, despite what had already gone inside her, Pussy's head was extremely tight and painful. The Goblin lifted them both up and brought back over to the bed. He shoved them back up through the bed slats and into the mattress. But this time Lucy's head stuck out the top and her ass out the bottom, with Pussy still hanging out of it. Pussy grabbed Lucy's hips to try and take some weight off her neck. As the Goblin climbed back up the bunk bed ladder, Lucy could feel Pussy blinking her eyelashes against her rectum wall, and trying to breath. Her skinny face was bone-ey and uncomfortable pressing against her bladder. The Goblin got under the covers and pointed his cock head against Lucy's mouth. When slumped down against the bed, he slid straight down Lucy's throat and into her stomach, forcibly straightening her body. The Goblin hugged his pillow face down and slowly humped Lucy's throat in silence. After a minute, Pussy let go of Lucy's hips and Lucy couldn't feel Pussy blinking or breathing anymore. As she suffocated on the Goblin's cock, her sphincter relaxed one last time and she enjoyed the relief of her friend's dead body slipping out of her ass. The last thing Lucy heard as she passed out was Pussy's frail body crumpling as it hit the floor, the last thing she felt was the hard, tight pulse of the Goblin's cock pumping cum into her stomach. End

“Ooh! I’m SO excited, Daddy! I’ve wanted to see this movie FOREVER!” I exclaimed as he bought the tickets. He laughed as he took my hand and led me towards the concession stand. “You’re so funny, Little One. The movie has only been out for a week,” he pointed out as we got into line. “I know, but it felt like forever!” I said dramatically. *** We sat down in our seats and I immediately grabbed for the drink. “Hey, go easy on that drink, Angel. You know how you get in movies,” Daddy warned, taking the cup from me and handed me the popcorn instead. *** I was laughing and enjoying the movie immensely when I felt the pressure in my tummy building rapidly. I started to squirm in my seat, trying to remember if Daddy had put Pull Ups on me that morning. “Do you need to potty, Sunshine?” Daddy whispered to me. “No, Daddy. I just had a funny tickle,” I lied as I stopped squirming. He continued to eye me suspiciously, but seemed satisfied with my response. He turned his attention away from me and back to the screen as the trickle of warm urine escaped and soaked through my pants and into the seat. *** “Wow, Daddy! That was a great movie! Thank you for taking me!” I said as the lights came on after the credits ended. “You must REALLY need to potty now! Let’s go, Honey. Quick like a bunny!” he said encouragingly, taking my hand. Just then, I remembered about having an accident and looked at my shoes. Daddy knew right away and roughly grabbed my shoulder to turn me around. “Krissy, I ASKED you if you needed to pee! Instead, you go and piss yourself and all over the seat, just because you didn’t want to miss a moment of the movie! You do this EVERY SINGLE TIME!” He was furious with me and people were starting to point and stare at me. “Mommy, how come that lady’s pants are wet?” I overheard a little boy ask, pointing at me. My face turned three shades of red from that little kid and Daddy lecturing me in front of everyone wasn’t helping either. “You’re a very dirty girl, Krissy! You’re 24 years old and still pissing yourself like a 3 year old!” he continued on, turning me back around to scold me to my face. I was starting to whimper in humiliation as he continued on and on as the crowd emptied out. Finally, when we were the only ones left in the theatre, he grabbed my hand and dragged me to see the Head Usher, who was pushing the cleaning cart. “Excuse me, my little brat has pissed herself and all over the seat she was sitting on. Do you have some cleaner and a rag that she could clean up her mess with so that you don’t have to?” Daddy interrupted him. The guy looked younger than me and I was even MORE humiliated as he looked me up and down. “Is she handicapped?” “No, she just doesn’t pay attention to her body’s needs.” “Oh,” he replied awkwardly. Then he got the cleaner and rag and handed it to Daddy. He took the items and then pressed then into my hands and said loudly, “March!” As I slunk back towards the theatre, I could feel my cold pee-soaked ass grow warm as the Usher’s eyes burned into it. *** Daddy scolded me the entire time I scrubbed the seat and retrieved my Binky (my soother) from his inner coat pocket. He popped it between my lips and said, “I’m tired of listening to your sniffling.” He made me return the cleaner and rag to the Usher and I apologized for the mess I had made. *** In the parking lot, I was headed towards Daddy’s truck when he said, “Oh no! No pissy, dirty daughter of mine is going to leak on my new seats! YOU are taking the bus home.” He lead me to the bus stop and waited with me. I was still sucking my Binky and cars driving by honked and a few hollered out, “BABY!” When the bus arrived, Daddy got on with me. As he dropped the money in, he added to the driver, “Don’t let her sit down. She peed her pants.” Then he turned and got off. There was an uncomfortable silence on the bus the entire ride home. My face was burning with embarrassment and I could hear people whispering about me. “Isn’t that positively ridiculous?” one older woman remarked. “Maybe she has a medical condition or something,” the younger woman with her suggested. She stood up and came over to me. Leaning in close to my ear, she whispered, “Do you need a diaper? I have a few in my purse. I like to wear them too…” I looked her in the eyes, wiping my tears away. Plucking my Binky from my mouth, I said quietly, “It’s the first time I’ve ever made wetsies in public,” I whispered back. She nodded in understanding. “That’s why I always wear a diaper when I go out. Sometimes I’m forgetful.” She winked at me and discreetly handed me one of her diapers from her purse. I hid it in my sweater, looking forward to going home and wrapping it snugly around my bottom. Then she retrieved a pen from the side pocket of her bag and wrote her name and number on my hand. “If you ever need a change…” she trailed off, winking at me again before returning to her seat. “What was that all about?” the old woman asked. “She has a medical condition. This was just unfortunate timing,” she replied, loudly enough for the people around her to hear. *** When I was free of the bus, I ran all the way home, holding tightly to the diaper and putting my Binky back in my mouth. “So, my dirty girl. How was the ride home?” Daddy asked as he looked up from his newspaper while sitting on the couch by our front door. I had a huge smile on my face by now and presented the present from the woman on the bus to him proudly, sucking my soother furiously. “What in the world…?!” He was shocked as he took it. “Where did you get this?!” I giggled coyly and showed him my hand. “Hhmm… Sandra? Do you think you need a Mommy too?” Daddy teased, pulling me into his lap and giving me a big hug. My pants were fairly dry by this point and I nodded in excitement. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to see…” Daddy said. “Now, let’s get those clothes off of you and get you into the bath…!”

I stopped by Walmart to pick up a few items for the weekend. All checkouts were really busy, so I just randomly selected one, and happened to get behind a young mother of two. The mother did not look to be more than 18 or 19, yet she had two children that I learned later were 1 and 2 years old. When the cashier completed scanning her items and told the amount due, 94.22 the girl started to cry, and said "but I only have 87.55." The cashier said "you can write a check for the balance." The girl replied that "my husband will not let me have the checkbook. And, lordie, I need all of this stuff." and started to cry again. As I looked at the pitiful thing, she was about 5'5" tall and 110 pounds, with brown eyes and hair, and small breasts, the words "that's o.k., I pay it" came out of my mouth. She hugged and thanked me many times. She waved as she left the store. I paid for my items and left the store. Then I saw her standing by a beat-up old car. I walked over and she said, "Thank you so much. How can I ever repay you? By the way, my name is A ngie." "How about letting me buy you some lunch," I said. Angie told me she had to get home and feed the babies. "What about I buy something and bring it to your house?" She hesitated, looked at me, a 59 year old man, and probably thought I was harmless, and said "o.k." To be honest, I was just trying to help her, not hit on her. She gave me her address, and I told her I would be there in half an hour. When I arrived, the children were asleep and Angie was putting away the groceries. We sat down to eat lunch, talked and laughed. She said her husband worked at a local factory and had just gotten a promotion that kept him so busy. She also said that even though he was making more money, he controlled what he gave her, and then she started to cry. She got up and I followed her, took her in my arms to comfort her. Her vulnerability aroused me, and I pressed my hardening cock against her. "No, no, I can't do that. I have never been with a man other than my husband." I still held her, and lifted her face up to kiss her. At first she resisted, then began to respond. My tongue darted in and out of her mouth, then I moved my hands under her blouse. She backed off, and said "you had better leave, now." Against all my better judgement, I reached out and grabbed her and kissed her forcefully, grinding my rock hard cock against her cunt. Angie continued to resist, but she was no match for me. I picked her up, took her into her bedroom and placed her on the bed. Now she was crying, but my hard on was in charge. I lifted her skirt, removed her panties, and began to kiss her thigh, then moved up to her hairy pussy. Now she was not sobbing as much, but kept saying no, no, no. Finally my tongue touched her clit and she began to respond. I licked her clit, than pushed my tongue into her pussy, then licked her clit again. By now, she was fully engaged, but still not accepting that she wanted me to fuck her. I ate her pussy for a few minutes, then her back began to arch and I knew she was on the verge of coming. I put one hand on her butt, and a finger on her asshole, and continued to lick her pussy. Angie was not moaning, "it feels so good, stop, don't stop," and then she came with a mighty gush of her juices pouring out of that little pussy. I removed my clothes and climbed on the bed with her. As I climbed on top of her, she said, "Please, I am married, and can't do this." But as I guided my six inch cock into here cunt she began to thrust up to meet me. Then she said, "have you got a condom? This is my unsafe time." "Don't worry, I'm sterile" I lied. Damn, with that this mousy little woman began to fuck me with a passion. I turned on my back and she was on top. "I'm going to ride this damned horse," she said, and I thought the bed would fall apart with our thrusting and lunging. I could hear my balls slapping against her pubic area, and the swishing to her wet pussy made me even more excited. I am sucking on her tits, kissing her, and finally I began to shoot a load into her. Angie began to work even more furiously, then began to whimper, "I'm coming, I'm coming" and my fertile sperm shot deep into her. While Angie was in the shower, I dressed and left, determined to be on the lookout at Walmart for more opportunities.

I could not get this idea out of my head. I tried to resist that desire which was growing up inside me, do I have to tell her what I feel? there was always something stopping me from going so far in way that could ruin our relationship as a son and his mother, my mom was at her 40 but she was still in shape, white skin, light brown hair and that beautiful intensive ass, she was well-endowed woman.! she used to spend her nights painting or reading in her atelier which is a large room on the second floor of her large house, my room was facing her room and we used to talk about different topics not as a mom and a son but friends that time I was really going through lots after breaking up with my girlfriend because of my mother intervention somehow I had common interests with my mother she was a well-known artist and writer in a conservative community. one night I sneaked into her room while she was painting, it was hot night and humid therefore she was put on her light blue nightgown but I was still able to see her panties, she answered my hello and turned back to complete her work I sat on a chair there watching her bare feet and her body while it was moving with her hand beats on the large painting paper. “Wow.” “Do you like it?” she asked. “Sure.” she started explaining to me about her work when what i had meant it was her sexy ass. suddenly she stopped talking and asked me. “Are you going to stay longer?” she asked. “Yep,” I answered. “Am I bothering you?” “No, but you should be in bed.” “I tried but I couldn’t shut my eyes.” I answered with a little grim. “Why not?” she asked. “I love you,” I relied. “What?” “I love you,” I repeated. “I love you too.” “But my love is different.” I said, “How is it different?” she asked, puzzled. “I see you as the most beautiful woman.” She chuckled. “I know I am beautiful.” “but I am serious.” I said firmly . “serious about what mf.?” she asked with a dropped jaw. “I am serious that I like you indeed.!” “I like you too you are my handsome boy.” “Not that, I like you but not as a mother,” she got blushed while she was staring at me trying to show me an anger face but I could see the woman in her eyes. Suddenly her voice pitch went up and said, “you should not say that what did you mean by all this shit.” I said. “I can not get you out of my mind , I am thinking about you , your body and your smile most the time” I was foolish, bold at that moment but I could see her eyes they got shone suddenly and her voice started to be a little bit shivering and her cheeks got blushed. that encouraged me to keep talking about what is she mean for me, I mentioned her special beauty, her body type which is the best for the most of men. she told me that I had to be ready for the final exams in the school, tried to get back with my e girl after the exams to see if it is still possible to be together again. during that my hand had reached her right hand and I was going to catch the other, but she pushed my hands away. Quickly she stood and ordered me to leave her alone or she would act in a different way. I tried to stay and explain more about what I feel but at the end I had to leave with a broken heart. Nothing was changed next she kept avoiding me for a while several days later everything got into its normal ways, me either kept myself busy and she took it as Oedipus complex. after 2 years or 3 I grew up and I could control my forbidden desire at the same time my mom kept praising me and seriously I was not taking it sexually because she was talking as any other moms but one evening she was in her room talking to my little sister and kissing her I entered pretending that I was jealous, she was tired after long busy day. “Oh are you jealous?” she asked. “Sure.” I answered. She opened her arms to hug me and I stepped forward while my little sister was getting between us. “You both go out I need to lay back and take a nap.” I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and while I was getting out of it I looked at her through the open door I glanced her and my sister was laying by her, so I approached them and asked my sister to go out. “No I will not.” She mummed then she went away. my mother smile after she said. “You act like a kid.” “But it`s unfair I like to hug you too.” I answered. “Come little boy.” I laid by her and we hugged her. “You can go now.” She demanded. “Need more time“ I said. “For what, has it not been enough for you?.” “Nah I need more.” I moved my head towards her then put my lips on her left cheek and kissed her softly so did she. something weird happened I could not help it out, I continued kissing and I felt her body responding to my kisses, it took us seconds before I realized that I become above her, my body was completely topping hers, she was wearing a black thongs and long sleeping shirt , she was laughing as it was a joke but my lips were looking for her lips , I do not know how did I get all this boldness I did not hear any word asking me to stop ! I felt my thing started swelling and pushing against her bladder and the time had stopped, such a tasty saliva, I could hear her voiceless moaning and my chest was rubbing against her full breast while her legs were a slightly separated, gradually I moved mine gently up and down rubbing against her vagina but without removing her panties, suddenly I heard what I was not ready to hear stop. she said it therefore I had to obey her commands, gently her hands pushed me away of her delicious body afterwards she told me to go out, I walked away and heard the door knob was locked after me. I will try again.

“Ooh! I’m SO excited, Daddy! I’ve wanted to see this movie FOREVER!” I exclaimed as he bought the tickets. He laughed as he took my hand and led me towards the concession stand. “You’re so funny, Little One. The movie has only been out for a week,” he pointed out as we got into line. “I know, but it felt like forever!” I said dramatically. *** We sat down in our seats and I immediately grabbed for the drink. “Hey, go easy on that drink, Angel. You know how you get in movies,” Daddy warned, taking the cup from me and handed me the popcorn instead. *** I was laughing and enjoying the movie immensely when I felt the pressure in my tummy building rapidly. I started to squirm in my seat, trying to remember if Daddy had put Pull Ups on me that morning. “Do you need to potty, Sunshine?” Daddy whispered to me. “No, Daddy. I just had a funny tickle,” I lied as I stopped squirming. He continued to eye me suspiciously, but seemed satisfied with my response. He turned his attention away from me and back to the screen as the trickle of warm urine escaped and soaked through my pants and into the seat. *** “Wow, Daddy! That was a great movie! Thank you for taking me!” I said as the lights came on after the credits ended. “You must REALLY need to potty now! Let’s go, Honey. Quick like a bunny!” he said encouragingly, taking my hand. Just then, I remembered about having an accident and looked at my shoes. Daddy knew right away and roughly grabbed my shoulder to turn me around. “Krissy, I ASKED you if you needed to pee! Instead, you go and piss yourself and all over the seat, just because you didn’t want to miss a moment of the movie! You do this EVERY SINGLE TIME!” He was furious with me and people were starting to point and stare at me. “Mommy, how come that lady’s pants are wet?” I overheard a little boy ask, pointing at me. My face turned three shades of red from that little kid and Daddy lecturing me in front of everyone wasn’t helping either. “You’re a very dirty girl, Krissy! You’re 24 years old and still pissing yourself like a 3 year old!” he continued on, turning me back around to scold me to my face. I was starting to whimper in humiliation as he continued on and on as the crowd emptied out. Finally, when we were the only ones left in the theatre, he grabbed my hand and dragged me to see the Head Usher, who was pushing the cleaning cart. “Excuse me, my little brat has pissed herself and all over the seat she was sitting on. Do you have some cleaner and a rag that she could clean up her mess with so that you don’t have to?” Daddy interrupted him. The guy looked younger than me and I was even MORE humiliated as he looked me up and down. “Is she handicapped?” “No, she just doesn’t pay attention to her body’s needs.” “Oh,” he replied awkwardly. Then he got the cleaner and rag and handed it to Daddy. He took the items and then pressed then into my hands and said loudly, “March!” As I slunk back towards the theatre, I could feel my cold pee-soaked ass grow warm as the Usher’s eyes burned into it. *** Daddy scolded me the entire time I scrubbed the seat and retrieved my Binky (my soother) from his inner coat pocket. He popped it between my lips and said, “I’m tired of listening to your sniffling.” He made me return the cleaner and rag to the Usher and I apologized for the mess I had made. *** In the parking lot, I was headed towards Daddy’s truck when he said, “Oh no! No pissy, dirty daughter of mine is going to leak on my new seats! YOU are taking the bus home.” He lead me to the bus stop and waited with me. I was still sucking my Binky and cars driving by honked and a few hollered out, “BABY!” When the bus arrived, Daddy got on with me. As he dropped the money in, he added to the driver, “Don’t let her sit down. She peed her pants.” Then he turned and got off. There was an uncomfortable silence on the bus the entire ride home. My face was burning with embarrassment and I could hear people whispering about me. “Isn’t that positively ridiculous?” one older woman remarked. “Maybe she has a medical condition or something,” the younger woman with her suggested. She stood up and came over to me. Leaning in close to my ear, she whispered, “Do you need a diaper? I have a few in my purse. I like to wear them too…” I looked her in the eyes, wiping my tears away. Plucking my Binky from my mouth, I said quietly, “It’s the first time I’ve ever made wetsies in public,” I whispered back. She nodded in understanding. “That’s why I always wear a diaper when I go out. Sometimes I’m forgetful.” She winked at me and discreetly handed me one of her diapers from her purse. I hid it in my sweater, looking forward to going home and wrapping it snugly around my bottom. Then she retrieved a pen from the side pocket of her bag and wrote her name and number on my hand. “If you ever need a change…” she trailed off, winking at me again before returning to her seat. “What was that all about?” the old woman asked. “She has a medical condition. This was just unfortunate timing,” she replied, loudly enough for the people around her to hear. *** When I was free of the bus, I ran all the way home, holding tightly to the diaper and putting my Binky back in my mouth. “So, my dirty girl. How was the ride home?” Daddy asked as he looked up from his newspaper while sitting on the couch by our front door. I had a huge smile on my face by now and presented the present from the woman on the bus to him proudly, sucking my soother furiously. “What in the world…?!” He was shocked as he took it. “Where did you get this?!” I giggled coyly and showed him my hand. “Hhmm… Sandra? Do you think you need a Mommy too?” Daddy teased, pulling me into his lap and giving me a big hug. My pants were fairly dry by this point and I nodded in excitement. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to see…” Daddy said. “Now, let’s get those clothes off of you and get you into the bath…!”

“Ooh! I’m SO excited, Daddy! I’ve wanted to see this movie FOREVER!” I exclaimed as he bought the tickets. He laughed as he took my hand and led me towards the concession stand. “You’re so funny, Little One. The movie has only been out for a week,” he pointed out as we got into line. “I know, but it felt like forever!” I said dramatically. *** We sat down in our seats and I immediately grabbed for the drink. “Hey, go easy on that drink, Angel. You know how you get in movies,” Daddy warned, taking the cup from me and handed me the popcorn instead. *** I was laughing and enjoying the movie immensely when I felt the pressure in my tummy building rapidly. I started to squirm in my seat, trying to remember if Daddy had put Pull Ups on me that morning. “Do you need to potty, Sunshine?” Daddy whispered to me. “No, Daddy. I just had a funny tickle,” I lied as I stopped squirming. He continued to eye me suspiciously, but seemed satisfied with my response. He turned his attention away from me and back to the screen as the trickle of warm urine escaped and soaked through my pants and into the seat. *** “Wow, Daddy! That was a great movie! Thank you for taking me!” I said as the lights came on after the credits ended. “You must REALLY need to potty now! Let’s go, Honey. Quick like a bunny!” he said encouragingly, taking my hand. Just then, I remembered about having an accident and looked at my shoes. Daddy knew right away and roughly grabbed my shoulder to turn me around. “Krissy, I ASKED you if you needed to pee! Instead, you go and piss yourself and all over the seat, just because you didn’t want to miss a moment of the movie! You do this EVERY SINGLE TIME!” He was furious with me and people were starting to point and stare at me. “Mommy, how come that lady’s pants are wet?” I overheard a little boy ask, pointing at me. My face turned three shades of red from that little kid and Daddy lecturing me in front of everyone wasn’t helping either. “You’re a very dirty girl, Krissy! You’re 24 years old and still pissing yourself like a 3 year old!” he continued on, turning me back around to scold me to my face. I was starting to whimper in humiliation as he continued on and on as the crowd emptied out. Finally, when we were the only ones left in the theatre, he grabbed my hand and dragged me to see the Head Usher, who was pushing the cleaning cart. “Excuse me, my little brat has pissed herself and all over the seat she was sitting on. Do you have some cleaner and a rag that she could clean up her mess with so that you don’t have to?” Daddy interrupted him. The guy looked younger than me and I was even MORE humiliated as he looked me up and down. “Is she handicapped?” “No, she just doesn’t pay attention to her body’s needs.” “Oh,” he replied awkwardly. Then he got the cleaner and rag and handed it to Daddy. He took the items and then pressed then into my hands and said loudly, “March!” As I slunk back towards the theatre, I could feel my cold pee-soaked ass grow warm as the Usher’s eyes burned into it. *** Daddy scolded me the entire time I scrubbed the seat and retrieved my Binky (my soother) from his inner coat pocket. He popped it between my lips and said, “I’m tired of listening to your sniffling.” He made me return the cleaner and rag to the Usher and I apologized for the mess I had made. *** In the parking lot, I was headed towards Daddy’s truck when he said, “Oh no! No pissy, dirty daughter of mine is going to leak on my new seats! YOU are taking the bus home.” He lead me to the bus stop and waited with me. I was still sucking my Binky and cars driving by honked and a few hollered out, “BABY!” When the bus arrived, Daddy got on with me. As he dropped the money in, he added to the driver, “Don’t let her sit down. She peed her pants.” Then he turned and got off. There was an uncomfortable silence on the bus the entire ride home. My face was burning with embarrassment and I could hear people whispering about me. “Isn’t that positively ridiculous?” one older woman remarked. “Maybe she has a medical condition or something,” the younger woman with her suggested. She stood up and came over to me. Leaning in close to my ear, she whispered, “Do you need a diaper? I have a few in my purse. I like to wear them too…” I looked her in the eyes, wiping my tears away. Plucking my Binky from my mouth, I said quietly, “It’s the first time I’ve ever made wetsies in public,” I whispered back. She nodded in understanding. “That’s why I always wear a diaper when I go out. Sometimes I’m forgetful.” She winked at me and discreetly handed me one of her diapers from her purse. I hid it in my sweater, looking forward to going home and wrapping it snugly around my bottom. Then she retrieved a pen from the side pocket of her bag and wrote her name and number on my hand. “If you ever need a change…” she trailed off, winking at me again before returning to her seat. “What was that all about?” the old woman asked. “She has a medical condition. This was just unfortunate timing,” she replied, loudly enough for the people around her to hear. *** When I was free of the bus, I ran all the way home, holding tightly to the diaper and putting my Binky back in my mouth. “So, my dirty girl. How was the ride home?” Daddy asked as he looked up from his newspaper while sitting on the couch by our front door. I had a huge smile on my face by now and presented the present from the woman on the bus to him proudly, sucking my soother furiously. “What in the world…?!” He was shocked as he took it. “Where did you get this?!” I giggled coyly and showed him my hand. “Hhmm… Sandra? Do you think you need a Mommy too?” Daddy teased, pulling me into his lap and giving me a big hug. My pants were fairly dry by this point and I nodded in excitement. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to see…” Daddy said. “Now, let’s get those clothes off of you and get you into the bath…!”

I could not get this idea out of my head. I tried to resist that desire which was growing up inside me, do I have to tell her what I feel? there was always something stopping me from going so far in way that could ruin our relationship as a son and his mother, my mom was at her 40 but she was still in shape, white skin, light brown hair and that beautiful intensive ass, she was well-endowed woman.! she used to spend her nights painting or reading in her atelier which is a large room on the second floor of her large house, my room was facing her room and we used to talk about different topics not as a mom and a son but friends that time I was really going through lots after breaking up with my girlfriend because of my mother intervention somehow I had common interests with my mother she was a well-known artist and writer in a conservative community. one night I sneaked into her room while she was painting, it was hot night and humid therefore she was put on her light blue nightgown but I was still able to see her panties, she answered my hello and turned back to complete her work I sat on a chair there watching her bare feet and her body while it was moving with her hand beats on the large painting paper. “Wow.” “Do you like it?” she asked. “Sure.” she started explaining to me about her work when what i had meant it was her sexy ass. suddenly she stopped talking and asked me. “Are you going to stay longer?” she asked. “Yep,” I answered. “Am I bothering you?” “No, but you should be in bed.” “I tried but I couldn’t shut my eyes.” I answered with a little grim. “Why not?” she asked. “I love you,” I relied. “What?” “I love you,” I repeated. “I love you too.” “But my love is different.” I said, “How is it different?” she asked, puzzled. “I see you as the most beautiful woman.” She chuckled. “I know I am beautiful.” “but I am serious.” I said firmly . “serious about what mf.?” she asked with a dropped jaw. “I am serious that I like you indeed.!” “I like you too you are my handsome boy.” “Not that, I like you but not as a mother,” she got blushed while she was staring at me trying to show me an anger face but I could see the woman in her eyes. Suddenly her voice pitch went up and said, “you should not say that what did you mean by all this shit.” I said. “I can not get you out of my mind , I am thinking about you , your body and your smile most the time” I was foolish, bold at that moment but I could see her eyes they got shone suddenly and her voice started to be a little bit shivering and her cheeks got blushed. that encouraged me to keep talking about what is she mean for me, I mentioned her special beauty, her body type which is the best for the most of men. she told me that I had to be ready for the final exams in the school, tried to get back with my e girl after the exams to see if it is still possible to be together again. during that my hand had reached her right hand and I was going to catch the other, but she pushed my hands away. Quickly she stood and ordered me to leave her alone or she would act in a different way. I tried to stay and explain more about what I feel but at the end I had to leave with a broken heart. Nothing was changed next she kept avoiding me for a while several days later everything got into its normal ways, me either kept myself busy and she took it as Oedipus complex. after 2 years or 3 I grew up and I could control my forbidden desire at the same time my mom kept praising me and seriously I was not taking it sexually because she was talking as any other moms but one evening she was in her room talking to my little sister and kissing her I entered pretending that I was jealous, she was tired after long busy day. “Oh are you jealous?” she asked. “Sure.” I answered. She opened her arms to hug me and I stepped forward while my little sister was getting between us. “You both go out I need to lay back and take a nap.” I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and while I was getting out of it I looked at her through the open door I glanced her and my sister was laying by her, so I approached them and asked my sister to go out. “No I will not.” She mummed then she went away. my mother smile after she said. “You act like a kid.” “But it`s unfair I like to hug you too.” I answered. “Come little boy.” I laid by her and we hugged her. “You can go now.” She demanded. “Need more time“ I said. “For what, has it not been enough for you?.” “Nah I need more.” I moved my head towards her then put my lips on her left cheek and kissed her softly so did she. something weird happened I could not help it out, I continued kissing and I felt her body responding to my kisses, it took us seconds before I realized that I become above her, my body was completely topping hers, she was wearing a black thongs and long sleeping shirt , she was laughing as it was a joke but my lips were looking for her lips , I do not know how did I get all this boldness I did not hear any word asking me to stop ! I felt my thing started swelling and pushing against her bladder and the time had stopped, such a tasty saliva, I could hear her voiceless moaning and my chest was rubbing against her full breast while her legs were a slightly separated, gradually I moved mine gently up and down rubbing against her vagina but without removing her panties, suddenly I heard what I was not ready to hear stop. she said it therefore I had to obey her commands, gently her hands pushed me away of her delicious body afterwards she told me to go out, I walked away and heard the door knob was locked after me. I will try again.

I could not get this idea out of my head. I tried to resist that desire which was growing up inside me, do I have to tell her what I feel? there was always something stopping me from going so far in way that could ruin our relationship as a son and his mother, my mom was at her 40 but she was still in shape, white skin, light brown hair and that beautiful intensive ass, she was well-endowed woman.! she used to spend her nights painting or reading in her atelier which is a large room on the second floor of her large house, my room was facing her room and we used to talk about different topics not as a mom and a son but friends that time I was really going through lots after breaking up with my girlfriend because of my mother intervention somehow I had common interests with my mother she was a well-known artist and writer in a conservative community. one night I sneaked into her room while she was painting, it was hot night and humid therefore she was put on her light blue nightgown but I was still able to see her panties, she answered my hello and turned back to complete her work I sat on a chair there watching her bare feet and her body while it was moving with her hand beats on the large painting paper. “Wow.” “Do you like it?” she asked. “Sure.” she started explaining to me about her work when what i had meant it was her sexy ass. suddenly she stopped talking and asked me. “Are you going to stay longer?” she asked. “Yep,” I answered. “Am I bothering you?” “No, but you should be in bed.” “I tried but I couldn’t shut my eyes.” I answered with a little grim. “Why not?” she asked. “I love you,” I relied. “What?” “I love you,” I repeated. “I love you too.” “But my love is different.” I said, “How is it different?” she asked, puzzled. “I see you as the most beautiful woman.” She chuckled. “I know I am beautiful.” “but I am serious.” I said firmly . “serious about what mf.?” she asked with a dropped jaw. “I am serious that I like you indeed.!” “I like you too you are my handsome boy.” “Not that, I like you but not as a mother,” she got blushed while she was staring at me trying to show me an anger face but I could see the woman in her eyes. Suddenly her voice pitch went up and said, “you should not say that what did you mean by all this shit.” I said. “I can not get you out of my mind , I am thinking about you , your body and your smile most the time” I was foolish, bold at that moment but I could see her eyes they got shone suddenly and her voice started to be a little bit shivering and her cheeks got blushed. that encouraged me to keep talking about what is she mean for me, I mentioned her special beauty, her body type which is the best for the most of men. she told me that I had to be ready for the final exams in the school, tried to get back with my e girl after the exams to see if it is still possible to be together again. during that my hand had reached her right hand and I was going to catch the other, but she pushed my hands away. Quickly she stood and ordered me to leave her alone or she would act in a different way. I tried to stay and explain more about what I feel but at the end I had to leave with a broken heart. Nothing was changed next she kept avoiding me for a while several days later everything got into its normal ways, me either kept myself busy and she took it as Oedipus complex. after 2 years or 3 I grew up and I could control my forbidden desire at the same time my mom kept praising me and seriously I was not taking it sexually because she was talking as any other moms but one evening she was in her room talking to my little sister and kissing her I entered pretending that I was jealous, she was tired after long busy day. “Oh are you jealous?” she asked. “Sure.” I answered. She opened her arms to hug me and I stepped forward while my little sister was getting between us. “You both go out I need to lay back and take a nap.” I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and while I was getting out of it I looked at her through the open door I glanced her and my sister was laying by her, so I approached them and asked my sister to go out. “No I will not.” She mummed then she went away. my mother smile after she said. “You act like a kid.” “But it`s unfair I like to hug you too.” I answered. “Come little boy.” I laid by her and we hugged her. “You can go now.” She demanded. “Need more time“ I said. “For what, has it not been enough for you?.” “Nah I need more.” I moved my head towards her then put my lips on her left cheek and kissed her softly so did she. something weird happened I could not help it out, I continued kissing and I felt her body responding to my kisses, it took us seconds before I realized that I become above her, my body was completely topping hers, she was wearing a black thongs and long sleeping shirt , she was laughing as it was a joke but my lips were looking for her lips , I do not know how did I get all this boldness I did not hear any word asking me to stop ! I felt my thing started swelling and pushing against her bladder and the time had stopped, such a tasty saliva, I could hear her voiceless moaning and my chest was rubbing against her full breast while her legs were a slightly separated, gradually I moved mine gently up and down rubbing against her vagina but without removing her panties, suddenly I heard what I was not ready to hear stop. she said it therefore I had to obey her commands, gently her hands pushed me away of her delicious body afterwards she told me to go out, I walked away and heard the door knob was locked after me. I will try again.

Deep in the bowls of a dark, polluted, dystopian city, an the grimy door of a small apartment creeks open. The kitchen is the living room is the bedroom. Dim yellow light shines down onto the greasy floor from the bathroom, illuminating an empty dog bowl and leash on the floor. In steps a Goblin, he is short, fat, naked and ugly. The yellow light reflects off of his rough grey skin and his small, misshapen tusks. The fairy strapped to his front moans as he waddles through the door. Once inside, his beady black eyes go straight to the underside of his bunkbed mattress to check the other fairy is still there. He waddles over to the sink, clutches a small clay cup in his blackened, knobbly, 3-fingered hand, fills it with water and downs it. As he drinks, Lucy, the fairy strapped to his belly, looks up at him longingly. The Goblin fills the cup again and pours it over Lucy's head. The cold shock of water is enough to make her start shivering uncontrallably. She is dying. The Goblin hasn't fed or watered her since he bought her, and he doesn't intend to. Exhausted, the Goblin shuffles over to the dog bowl, unstraps Lucy from his front, and begins tugging her off his dick. Goblins cocks are a the same size as their arms, they cum dozens of times per day even without stimulation and they constantly ooze precum. Lucy has had the Goblins member lodged up her asshole, poking around in her tummy, all day long. Her dry anus grips around his thick, rough, bumpy foreskin as he yanks her off him. He immediately plops her down in front of him onto the dog bowl and waddles off. This Goblins's other fairy is called Pussy. He keeps her inside his mattress. He made a hole for a fairy when he bought the mattress. Pussy's ass sticks up out of the mattress, exposing her vagina and asshole from the top, and Pussy's face sticks out of the underside of the mattress, between the supporting slats of the grey metal bunkbed. The Goblin climbs up the ladder into bed, slumping face-down onto the pillow, jamming his fat cock up Pussy's ass. Pussy is paralised, looking sideways across the room, she is drooling some cum that has made it's way all the way through her swollen, cum filled belly. Like Lucy, she has never been fed. Pussy looks vagrantly outwards, staring at Lucy. Lucy is still shaking uncontrollably, trying desperately to push out thick globs of white Goblin cum from her ass into the dog bowl. Her trembling legs keep causing her to loose her balance and sit down straight into the bowl of cum, glazing her pretty buttocks. Lucy has one of the Goblin's spoons in one hand (a ladle for someone of her size) which she uses to furiously shovel the Goblins's cum from underneath her into her starving mouth. The cum, which she also spoon-feeds Pussy when the Goblin is asleep, is enough to keep them alive, a bit longer, but it's not enough to survive on forever. Lucy has a plan to escape. There is a tiny window right at the top of the wall above the sink, that looks out onto the street. Her plan is to try and make her and Lucy appealing enough to a passing Goblin that he steals them. Lucy's asshole is far too stretched and wrecked to flaunt it through a window. All the walking about all day, strapped to the Goblin, does a lot of damage to her guts and her butt. But Pussy's hole looks much more appealing, Lucy had checked. One week the Goblin was extra horny and left her a lot of cum in her ass, so Lucy found the energy to climb up the ladder and spread Pussy's cheeks to look at her hole. It was still pink and soft, and it barely even gaped when she pulled at it. So if Lucy could just get Pussy to somehow bend over and flaunt her pink butthole out the window for a few hours every day, then maybe, just maybe, another Goblin would break in and steal them both and feed them. But pussy was borderline comatose most days. This week, Pussy hadn't even been able to swallow the ladles of cum on her own, Lucy had had to force it down her throat with her fingers instead, and the gagging noises had almost awoken the Goblin. Lucy would have to hold Pussy's butt up to the window and jiggle and spread it herself. Nonetheless, 2 weeks later, the Goblin was in heat again and Lucy found the strength to pull Pussy down through the mattress, between the bed slats, and onto the matted, dusty carpet below. Pussy fell on top of Lucy, knocking her head against the floor and jamming her large pointy ear between her head and the wall. Lucy helped the Pussy to her feat and whispered her plan softly to her once again. The zombie-like Pussy looked like she was sleepwalking as she walked towards the sink. Her embarrassingly large ass cheeks wobbled as she walked. She was so skinny and underfed that all of her ribs showed and her skin appeared to slump off of her gaunt face. It looked like more than half of her weight was in her ass. The skin on her back hadn't fully healed since her wings were sawed off, leaving angry little stumps on her shoulder blades that seemed to throb as she moved. When she finally got to the sink she fell over flat on her face in front of it and vomited pure cum and bile all over her own face. Lucy helped her up again and devoured the cum she just threw up. Eventually Lucy managed to get Pussy up on the sink. Standing in the sink, her butt was exactly the same height as the dirty little window. Lucy helped Pussy bend over and started spreading, spanking and jiggling Pussy's butt for the occasional passing Goblin. Lucy even began to enjoy showing off her friend for the Goblins, they mostly just ignored them, but some smiled at her as they went past. Just as they relaxed a bit, the Goblin woke up. They both turned in horror to see him up earlier than usual and climbing down the ladder, scowling at them. Pussy grabbed Lucy by her ear, dragging her head to her mouth and, in a rasping, tired voice, whispered to Lucy "I don't want to die yet". She said it matter-of-factly and looked Lucy straight in the eyes. Pussy was too dehydrated to cry but eyes were red and puffy. The Goblin strode over to them, annoyed that his cock had been unattended all night. He grabbed Pussy by the neck. She was so small compared to him that when he lifted her it looked like a farmer carrying a chicken to the shopping block. Lucy, terrified, was still standing in the sink, she bent over and presented her asshole to him in the hopes he would use her and then forget about what they did. When she bent over, her anus automatically gaped open and some Goblin cum dripped out. The Goblin stared at his favourite hole for a few seconds, considering his options. He shoved Pussy's limp body face-first into Lucy's open hole. At first he just rubbed her face in Lucy's ass, but when he saw how ragged and surrendered Pussy was, he pushed harder, cramming her face deeper and deeper into his favourite hole. When both Lucy and Pussy started struggling, he grinned and shoved Pussy's head all the way in. Lucy immediately began to scream meekly, despite what had already gone inside her, Pussy's head was extremely tight and painful. The Goblin lifted them both up and brought back over to the bed. He shoved them back up through the bed slats and into the mattress. But this time Lucy's head stuck out the top and her ass out the bottom, with Pussy still hanging out of it. Pussy grabbed Lucy's hips to try and take some weight off her neck. As the Goblin climbed back up the bunk bed ladder, Lucy could feel Pussy blinking her eyelashes against her rectum wall, and trying to breath. Her skinny face was bone-ey and uncomfortable pressing against her bladder. The Goblin got under the covers and pointed his cock head against Lucy's mouth. When slumped down against the bed, he slid straight down Lucy's throat and into her stomach, forcibly straightening her body. The Goblin hugged his pillow face down and slowly humped Lucy's throat in silence. After a minute, Pussy let go of Lucy's hips and Lucy couldn't feel Pussy blinking or breathing anymore. As she suffocated on the Goblin's cock, her sphincter relaxed one last time and she enjoyed the relief of her friend's dead body slipping out of her ass. The last thing Lucy heard as she passed out was Pussy's frail body crumpling as it hit the floor, the last thing she felt was the hard, tight pulse of the Goblin's cock pumping cum into her stomach. End

There is a legend about tunnels everywhere has them, they are deep under the ground built centuries ago. They were believed to have a strong magical force infused into the walls. A force that would trap evil and demonic spirits in the tunnels, back in ancient times people would bury their hardened criminals like serial killers and rapists in the same tunnels believing that their souls would be trapped in the tunnels. Me and my friends, Sam, Tom and Harry found an entrance to one of these tunnels and being the cocky teenagers we were we didn’t believe the legends and decided to go exploring. That was our first mistake. We got to the entrance all of us ready to explore, some of us were a bit creeped out as the entrance was in a forest which was an ex-military firing range. We managed to eventually pry off the enormous stone slab used as a door to the stone hut and the first thing we see is a wall, we looked at each other in confusion, there had to be something there. I looked at the walls, nothing. I took a step back and the floor under my feet moved, I found it, the entrance to the tunnels. We lifted the circular slab from the floor revealing a long vertical shaft that went further than we could see, there was a rope ladder trailing down one side of the shaft. We decided to climb down, our second mistake. If only we knew what was waiting for us we would have turned around, resealed that hell hole and gotten out of there as fast as possible. We reached the bottom of the shaft and the first thing we realised was that it was bright down there, we saw torches set in the walls burning bright, strange the slabs covering the place were covered in dust and cobwebs so these flames must have been burning for quite a while. The second thing we noticed was bones on the floor, we didn’t think they were humans and decided to explore more of the tunnels. We explored for about ten minutes before things got really weird, we started hearing moans but brushed it off thinking it was just the tunnels creaking under the weight of the earth and the age of the tunnels themselves. We kept brushing off the sounds until we heard the most blood curdling scream followed by a blood thirsty growl, we freaked out and started to run back the way we thought we had come from. We ran for a minute or two then came to a stop all of us panting and out of breath. Sam, Tom and Harry were talking rapidly between each other obviously terrified, I was focused on something else. My eyes were fixed on the floor where there lay some bones, the same bones we saw when we reached the bottom of the entrance shaft. The others must have realised I wasn’t speaking and they stopped talking and turned to ask me what was wrong. I couldn’t speak, I could only stare at those bones. The others quickly walked around me to see what I was staring at. They all took a step back, stunned when they saw the bones. None of us could believe it, we looked quickly up, there was no hole in the roof and no rope ladder it looked exactly the same as the rest of the roof. We were all freaking out now, suddenly a noise caused us all to fall silent, it sounded like something falling onto the floor hard. We stood silent trying to figure out which way the sound had come from. We started to hear loud footsteps approaching so we ran in the opposite direction. We ran for about fifteen or twenty minutes before we again stopped, partially to let Harry catch up as he had started to fall behind and partially to catch our breath and try and figure out what we were going to do. Harry wasn’t too far behind and would only take a second or two to catch up, we looked towards him to check on him and heard the same blood curdling growl we had heard earlier and just as we heard it long dark arms tipped with claws shot out of the floor and grabbed Harry. We ran leaving him behind, I know it was horrible thing to do but we were terrified. As we were running we could hear Harry screaming. I think we were all in tears when the screams were silenced by a growl, this time the growl was different and a part of my mind thought that it now sounded excited. Sam and Tom kept babbling on about Harry, how we had left him and that we should have done something to help him. I just stood there silent trying to think if there was anything in the legends that would help us escape these cursed tunnels. They both turned on me asking if I knew what was happening, I told them I didn’t. We started to hear a whispering it sounded like it was coming from the walls all around us, we could hear that they were repeating one word over and over “Arthur.” We started walking quickly away trying to get away from the whispers fearing they would lead whatever was behind the growl straight to us. No matter how fast we walked or ran the whispers followed us all the time whispering that one word, “Arthur.” Tom sat on the floor hands clamped over his ears, shaking and muttering, “make it stop, please make it stop.” repeatedly. We had stopped trying to escape the whispers, they wouldn’t stop and were driving us crazy, Tom more than me and Sam. The same excited sounding growl came again and as soon as it started the whispers stopped. Sam wanted to run, Tom was still sat on the floor shaking. I stood there still, usually I have a plan for everything but down here in these tunnels I was clueless. The voice that had been whispering before the growl came back again this time as a shout with only one word, “run". We reacted instantly, me and Sam grabbed Tom, pulled him to his feet and ran. The excited growl echoed though the tunnels again and as if a switch had been flipped Tom’s legs gave way and he collapsed. We tried to pick him up again but he just kept muttering “leave me.” I tried to tell him we wouldn’t and then we saw it. It emerged from the wall like it was some kind of sentient mist but as it reached the centre of the tunnel it started to solidify. It stood on two legs that looked like the legs of a bear that ended in long, sharp claws, it had the body and arms of a person but instead of fingers on its hands it had five talon like bones that looked sharpened into points. Its head was like that of a goat with curled horns, it was like a monster out of a movie or your worst nightmare. We tried again to grab Tom and make him move but he was like a dead weight and we couldn’t move him at all, he just sat there still repeating, “leave me.” I looked up and saw that thing was closer, I thought that for a something that looked like a jigsaw of animals it could actually move quite quickly. Me and Sam both stood, tried to apologise to Tom for what we were about to do but neither of us could speak. We ran. They say never to look back but like an idiot I did just that and what I saw will haunt me until the day I die. I saw that creatures jaw open to an impossible width like a snakes and then it clamped down on Toms head and started to chew. We ran as fast as our feet would carry us but no matter how far we went we could still hear Tom’s screams and the crunching of his bones. When the sounds stopped we stopped running, looked at each other and burst into tears. This couldn’t be happening. “Run” the voice from inside the walls shouted again, we obeyed and ran with tears running down our cheeks and blurring our vision. We ran until our legs burned and we felt like we couldn’t run any longer, we collapsed against opposite sides of the tunnel and slid down the wall until we sat there looking at each other not saying a word just sobbing uncontrollably. The voice in the walls started up again but this time it sounded like a collection of people and it was repeating a sentence “Arthur has returned, help us Arthur.” We looked at each other, Sam asked again if I knew what was happening or if I knew who this Arthur was, I didn’t, I had absolutely no idea. After a couple of minutes rest we decided that we had to start walking again in case that creature was following us. We were hoping that if we kept walking we would find a way to escape the tunnels and this twisted nightmare. The tunnel started to widen slightly and then suddenly it opened onto a chamber. The chamber was filled with body parts some still covered with flesh and other reduced to just bones the majority were heads and skulls. Sam vomited at the sight, heads were hung all over the walls like some kind of twisted hunters trophies. All I could do was look around the room in stunned horror and then my gaze fell onto something that made me burst into tears all over again, Harry’s head mounted on the wall and pieces of what were obviously Harry and Tom’s body strewn on the ground under Harry’s head. I tore my eyes away from the grisly scene of my dead friends and continued to scan the room and that’s when I saw it. Standing there was that creature inside a huge pentagram that looked carved into the floor. As if it was waiting for me to see it the creature raised its head, it was smiling the most twisted, evil smile imaginable. It growled that same sickening growl, I turned grabbed Sam and we ran again. It felt like an eternity before we stopped, unable to run anymore, physically and mentally exhausted. We collapsed using the walls to keep us propped up into a seated position and as my gaze fell unable to meet Sam’s eyes I saw them. Lying there on there in the floor like they were taunting us were those damn bones we had seen when we first entered this place. I was about to look up hoping to see the hole in the roof and the rope ladder that would lead us to salvation when I was stopped dead by sound of the creatures growl. I stood up ready run again when I saw the creature just standing there not far from us with that twisted grin on its goat like face. Suddenly it disappeared, I hoped that I had been imagining it and it hadn’t already caught up with us. I turned my head to look back at Sam and saw the creature dragging him into the wall, the while time it held eye contact with me. I slumped back down to the floor, I had lost every last drop of hope, I would never leave this place and eventually that thing would catch me and take great pleasure in tearing me limb from limb. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. “Look up, the roof.” I thought I was imagining the whispers, the onset of some kind of psychosis, I had almost convinced myself of this until they said the same thing again but instead of a whisper it was a shout. I looked up and couldn’t believe my eyes, they were there, the hole in the roof and the rope ladder. I shook my head in disbelief and blinked to make sure it was real, it was. I climbed that rope ladder faster than I had ever climbed anything in my life, afraid that if I stopped or slowed down for even a second I would find myself back in the tunnels. I emerged into the hut and stumbled out into the sunlight unable to believe it. I ran with every last drop of strength I ran home. I got home and burst through the front door in tears and collapsed to the floor. My parents came running into the hallway and when they saw me the dropped to the floor with me in tears. When we had recovered my parents told me that I had been missing for three weeks and that there was a county wide manhunt for me, Sam, Tom and Harry, at the mention of their names I burst into fresh tears. I explained everything that had happened to my parents and they called the police to report that I had been found, I was told they were on their way and I would have to tell them everything that had happened. My grandmother lived nearby and had come to the house to hear what I had to say in my interview with the police, after the interview she took me into a separate room and dropped a bomb on me. She explained to me that the legends about the tunnels were all true and more. They were created to act as an artificial hell because the devil and his demons are real and they used to roam the earth freely killing, raping and causing general pain and misery. This was put to an end when a group of immensely powerful magicians decided that enough was enough and hired a highly skilled group of masons to build the tunnels. While the masons worked the magicians placed wards and spells all over the tunnels in hopes that it would trap the demons inside the tunnels. Somehow they managed to lure all the demons down into the tunnels and the spells and wards did their job trapping the demons inside. The doors were sealed and more spells and wards were placed upon them so that the demons could only escape if a magician of pure heart broke the seal on one of the doors and didn’t reseal it. My grandmother then went on to tell me that I was the descendant of one of the magicians that hired the masons, she told me his name was Arthur. She told me that I was also pure of heart and that is why she had always told me that I should stay away from any doors I found leading into tunnels or caves, not because she was scared they could collapse on me but for fear that I would accidentally release the demons back into the world. I had unknowingly broken that seal and ran away before putting the slab back over the shaft that led into the tunnels therefore leaving it unsealed. I had freed them, every single demon in that hell hole are now free and able to do whatever they want. It has been a week now and their have been reports on the news every night of mysterious and gruesome murders. Every time I tried to get any sleep I hear the whispers from the tunnels saying the name Arthur then my name and then shouting run. I believe that everything that happened down in those tunnels will haunt me till the day I die which might not be too far in the future. I’m writing this as I slowly drift off to sleep as an attempt to stay awake because I’m scared. I’ve heard it the last few nights the same growl from in the tunnels, at first I thought it was a trauma induced hallucination that was until last night. Against my better judgement I looked out of my bedroom window after hearing the growl and there it was, standing three or four houses further up the street underneath a street lamp and I swear I could see that grin on its goat like face. Tonight I’m even more terrified as I’ve already heard that growl twice since it got dark. I can now hear tapping on my bedroom window, my bedroom is on the first floor a good 12 foot from the ground so no person could be playing a cruel prank and there are no trees outside the house, that leaves me with only one explanation. If there is a god then I pray to you now please god help me.

There is a legend about tunnels everywhere has them, they are deep under the ground built centuries ago. They were believed to have a strong magical force infused into the walls. A force that would trap evil and demonic spirits in the tunnels, back in ancient times people would bury their hardened criminals like serial killers and rapists in the same tunnels believing that their souls would be trapped in the tunnels. Me and my friends, Sam, Tom and Harry found an entrance to one of these tunnels and being the cocky teenagers we were we didn’t believe the legends and decided to go exploring. That was our first mistake. We got to the entrance all of us ready to explore, some of us were a bit creeped out as the entrance was in a forest which was an ex-military firing range. We managed to eventually pry off the enormous stone slab used as a door to the stone hut and the first thing we see is a wall, we looked at each other in confusion, there had to be something there. I looked at the walls, nothing. I took a step back and the floor under my feet moved, I found it, the entrance to the tunnels. We lifted the circular slab from the floor revealing a long vertical shaft that went further than we could see, there was a rope ladder trailing down one side of the shaft. We decided to climb down, our second mistake. If only we knew what was waiting for us we would have turned around, resealed that hell hole and gotten out of there as fast as possible. We reached the bottom of the shaft and the first thing we realised was that it was bright down there, we saw torches set in the walls burning bright, strange the slabs covering the place were covered in dust and cobwebs so these flames must have been burning for quite a while. The second thing we noticed was bones on the floor, we didn’t think they were humans and decided to explore more of the tunnels. We explored for about ten minutes before things got really weird, we started hearing moans but brushed it off thinking it was just the tunnels creaking under the weight of the earth and the age of the tunnels themselves. We kept brushing off the sounds until we heard the most blood curdling scream followed by a blood thirsty growl, we freaked out and started to run back the way we thought we had come from. We ran for a minute or two then came to a stop all of us panting and out of breath. Sam, Tom and Harry were talking rapidly between each other obviously terrified, I was focused on something else. My eyes were fixed on the floor where there lay some bones, the same bones we saw when we reached the bottom of the entrance shaft. The others must have realised I wasn’t speaking and they stopped talking and turned to ask me what was wrong. I couldn’t speak, I could only stare at those bones. The others quickly walked around me to see what I was staring at. They all took a step back, stunned when they saw the bones. None of us could believe it, we looked quickly up, there was no hole in the roof and no rope ladder it looked exactly the same as the rest of the roof. We were all freaking out now, suddenly a noise caused us all to fall silent, it sounded like something falling onto the floor hard. We stood silent trying to figure out which way the sound had come from. We started to hear loud footsteps approaching so we ran in the opposite direction. We ran for about fifteen or twenty minutes before we again stopped, partially to let Harry catch up as he had started to fall behind and partially to catch our breath and try and figure out what we were going to do. Harry wasn’t too far behind and would only take a second or two to catch up, we looked towards him to check on him and heard the same blood curdling growl we had heard earlier and just as we heard it long dark arms tipped with claws shot out of the floor and grabbed Harry. We ran leaving him behind, I know it was horrible thing to do but we were terrified. As we were running we could hear Harry screaming. I think we were all in tears when the screams were silenced by a growl, this time the growl was different and a part of my mind thought that it now sounded excited. Sam and Tom kept babbling on about Harry, how we had left him and that we should have done something to help him. I just stood there silent trying to think if there was anything in the legends that would help us escape these cursed tunnels. They both turned on me asking if I knew what was happening, I told them I didn’t. We started to hear a whispering it sounded like it was coming from the walls all around us, we could hear that they were repeating one word over and over “Arthur.” We started walking quickly away trying to get away from the whispers fearing they would lead whatever was behind the growl straight to us. No matter how fast we walked or ran the whispers followed us all the time whispering that one word, “Arthur.” Tom sat on the floor hands clamped over his ears, shaking and muttering, “make it stop, please make it stop.” repeatedly. We had stopped trying to escape the whispers, they wouldn’t stop and were driving us crazy, Tom more than me and Sam. The same excited sounding growl came again and as soon as it started the whispers stopped. Sam wanted to run, Tom was still sat on the floor shaking. I stood there still, usually I have a plan for everything but down here in these tunnels I was clueless. The voice that had been whispering before the growl came back again this time as a shout with only one word, “run". We reacted instantly, me and Sam grabbed Tom, pulled him to his feet and ran. The excited growl echoed though the tunnels again and as if a switch had been flipped Tom’s legs gave way and he collapsed. We tried to pick him up again but he just kept muttering “leave me.” I tried to tell him we wouldn’t and then we saw it. It emerged from the wall like it was some kind of sentient mist but as it reached the centre of the tunnel it started to solidify. It stood on two legs that looked like the legs of a bear that ended in long, sharp claws, it had the body and arms of a person but instead of fingers on its hands it had five talon like bones that looked sharpened into points. Its head was like that of a goat with curled horns, it was like a monster out of a movie or your worst nightmare. We tried again to grab Tom and make him move but he was like a dead weight and we couldn’t move him at all, he just sat there still repeating, “leave me.” I looked up and saw that thing was closer, I thought that for a something that looked like a jigsaw of animals it could actually move quite quickly. Me and Sam both stood, tried to apologise to Tom for what we were about to do but neither of us could speak. We ran. They say never to look back but like an idiot I did just that and what I saw will haunt me until the day I die. I saw that creatures jaw open to an impossible width like a snakes and then it clamped down on Toms head and started to chew. We ran as fast as our feet would carry us but no matter how far we went we could still hear Tom’s screams and the crunching of his bones. When the sounds stopped we stopped running, looked at each other and burst into tears. This couldn’t be happening. “Run” the voice from inside the walls shouted again, we obeyed and ran with tears running down our cheeks and blurring our vision. We ran until our legs burned and we felt like we couldn’t run any longer, we collapsed against opposite sides of the tunnel and slid down the wall until we sat there looking at each other not saying a word just sobbing uncontrollably. The voice in the walls started up again but this time it sounded like a collection of people and it was repeating a sentence “Arthur has returned, help us Arthur.” We looked at each other, Sam asked again if I knew what was happening or if I knew who this Arthur was, I didn’t, I had absolutely no idea. After a couple of minutes rest we decided that we had to start walking again in case that creature was following us. We were hoping that if we kept walking we would find a way to escape the tunnels and this twisted nightmare. The tunnel started to widen slightly and then suddenly it opened onto a chamber. The chamber was filled with body parts some still covered with flesh and other reduced to just bones the majority were heads and skulls. Sam vomited at the sight, heads were hung all over the walls like some kind of twisted hunters trophies. All I could do was look around the room in stunned horror and then my gaze fell onto something that made me burst into tears all over again, Harry’s head mounted on the wall and pieces of what were obviously Harry and Tom’s body strewn on the ground under Harry’s head. I tore my eyes away from the grisly scene of my dead friends and continued to scan the room and that’s when I saw it. Standing there was that creature inside a huge pentagram that looked carved into the floor. As if it was waiting for me to see it the creature raised its head, it was smiling the most twisted, evil smile imaginable. It growled that same sickening growl, I turned grabbed Sam and we ran again. It felt like an eternity before we stopped, unable to run anymore, physically and mentally exhausted. We collapsed using the walls to keep us propped up into a seated position and as my gaze fell unable to meet Sam’s eyes I saw them. Lying there on there in the floor like they were taunting us were those damn bones we had seen when we first entered this place. I was about to look up hoping to see the hole in the roof and the rope ladder that would lead us to salvation when I was stopped dead by sound of the creatures growl. I stood up ready run again when I saw the creature just standing there not far from us with that twisted grin on its goat like face. Suddenly it disappeared, I hoped that I had been imagining it and it hadn’t already caught up with us. I turned my head to look back at Sam and saw the creature dragging him into the wall, the while time it held eye contact with me. I slumped back down to the floor, I had lost every last drop of hope, I would never leave this place and eventually that thing would catch me and take great pleasure in tearing me limb from limb. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. “Look up, the roof.” I thought I was imagining the whispers, the onset of some kind of psychosis, I had almost convinced myself of this until they said the same thing again but instead of a whisper it was a shout. I looked up and couldn’t believe my eyes, they were there, the hole in the roof and the rope ladder. I shook my head in disbelief and blinked to make sure it was real, it was. I climbed that rope ladder faster than I had ever climbed anything in my life, afraid that if I stopped or slowed down for even a second I would find myself back in the tunnels. I emerged into the hut and stumbled out into the sunlight unable to believe it. I ran with every last drop of strength I ran home. I got home and burst through the front door in tears and collapsed to the floor. My parents came running into the hallway and when they saw me the dropped to the floor with me in tears. When we had recovered my parents told me that I had been missing for three weeks and that there was a county wide manhunt for me, Sam, Tom and Harry, at the mention of their names I burst into fresh tears. I explained everything that had happened to my parents and they called the police to report that I had been found, I was told they were on their way and I would have to tell them everything that had happened. My grandmother lived nearby and had come to the house to hear what I had to say in my interview with the police, after the interview she took me into a separate room and dropped a bomb on me. She explained to me that the legends about the tunnels were all true and more. They were created to act as an artificial hell because the devil and his demons are real and they used to roam the earth freely killing, raping and causing general pain and misery. This was put to an end when a group of immensely powerful magicians decided that enough was enough and hired a highly skilled group of masons to build the tunnels. While the masons worked the magicians placed wards and spells all over the tunnels in hopes that it would trap the demons inside the tunnels. Somehow they managed to lure all the demons down into the tunnels and the spells and wards did their job trapping the demons inside. The doors were sealed and more spells and wards were placed upon them so that the demons could only escape if a magician of pure heart broke the seal on one of the doors and didn’t reseal it. My grandmother then went on to tell me that I was the descendant of one of the magicians that hired the masons, she told me his name was Arthur. She told me that I was also pure of heart and that is why she had always told me that I should stay away from any doors I found leading into tunnels or caves, not because she was scared they could collapse on me but for fear that I would accidentally release the demons back into the world. I had unknowingly broken that seal and ran away before putting the slab back over the shaft that led into the tunnels therefore leaving it unsealed. I had freed them, every single demon in that hell hole are now free and able to do whatever they want. It has been a week now and their have been reports on the news every night of mysterious and gruesome murders. Every time I tried to get any sleep I hear the whispers from the tunnels saying the name Arthur then my name and then shouting run. I believe that everything that happened down in those tunnels will haunt me till the day I die which might not be too far in the future. I’m writing this as I slowly drift off to sleep as an attempt to stay awake because I’m scared. I’ve heard it the last few nights the same growl from in the tunnels, at first I thought it was a trauma induced hallucination that was until last night. Against my better judgement I looked out of my bedroom window after hearing the growl and there it was, standing three or four houses further up the street underneath a street lamp and I swear I could see that grin on its goat like face. Tonight I’m even more terrified as I’ve already heard that growl twice since it got dark. I can now hear tapping on my bedroom window, my bedroom is on the first floor a good 12 foot from the ground so no person could be playing a cruel prank and there are no trees outside the house, that leaves me with only one explanation. If there is a god then I pray to you now please god help me.

“I'm not sure that you're going to have time to get dry before we get to the service station.” "Yea and as soon as I get out of the car I will be wet again anyway, and not in a good way." The young woman pulled her shirt up over her head and wrung it out the window, laid it over the dash, then wriggled out of her jeans. "You know, I think this is a torrential downpour." "I think you just may be right. It might not be safe to keep driving in this rain. I live just a few miles away. We could go there and wait the storm out." Gabriel couldn’t help glancing at her from the corner of his eye. She was very attractive. He was glad that he had stopped to pick her up, especially since it seemed that he was the only other car on the highway. Besides, she could have ended up with some pervert that would take advantage of her and… He suddenly jerked the wheel hard to the right. "Sorry about that,” he stammered. “I don't usually drift like that." She laughed. "No problem. It happens to me a lot when I am not paying attention.” She smirked, keeping her eyes forward, staring out the front windshield. “You know, I could just make a call from your place and get a tow truck." Gabriel nodded, noticing she was sitting in nothing but a black bra and panties with thigh highs and a dog collar. He realized he was staring again and turned back to the road in front of him, the tips of his ears turning pink. There was something about this girl that he just couldn’t put his finger on and it wasn’t that she was pretty. He startled, realizing he had left a long pause in their conversation. "It’s the damndest thing.” He thought quickly of some reason to keep her with him. “My phone went out for some reason today. That's why I was heading to town in the first place. You could probably use my neighbor's phone.” He paused again, knowing full well what his next action would be. He feigned shock. “No, wait, he's gone on vacation. Looks like you're going to have to wait it out at my place." He took this opportunity to get a good look at the girl sitting beside him. His eyes lingered from her dark hair to a thin black collar around her neck. "If you don't mind my asking, why are you wearing a dog collar?" "It’s just a collar. I like the way they look." She laughed softly. "Like the black clothes and lipstick wasn't enough?" She turned her attention out the window and watched the rain pelt against the window, commenting offhandedly. "I love the rain, especially when it’s a warm rain." "Me too. I love to go out and play in it, like a little kid." Gabriel shyly glanced over at her. "I know this place. No one ever goes there except for me. It's perfect if you just want to go and play in the rain.” He had never had a chance like this before in his life. She was beautiful and Gabriel had a fetish for Goth girls. Granted he was just some guy in a car that she had never even met before. She could be thinking that he was some kind of predator. He choked down indecision and the lump in his throat, forcing the next word. “Interested?" She flashed a big grin, turning toward him. "Yea! Let's go!" "I though you'd say that." He hadn’t been sure at all, but he was all too glad she had agreed. He had no idea who this girl was and yet he didn’t want to be free from her. It was as if she needed him somehow. He took a left turn down an old country road. "It's not far. We'll be there soon.” His voice sounded too casual. Hopefully his nerves didn’t betray him. He sought something to say to her to bring the conversation back up and his thoughts to something more platonic. “If you don't mind my asking, where were you going when your car broke down?" “This is kind of ironic, but, actually, for a drive in the rain. To get away. To think...." She looked forlornly out the window again, the bright smile gone from her face. Gabriel’s heart gave a lurch. She seemed so sad. Gabriel turned right down a service road. "I do that too sometimes. It’s probably not the best way to spend my money. Gas is really expensive." He slowed his car to a stop just off of the service road and parked close enough to the trees that his car wouldn’t easily be spotted by any passers by. Gabriel stepped out of the car and opened her door. She smiled up at him as he offered her his hand and stood in her lack of clothing. Their eyes made contact for just a few moments, but it was all that was needed. Gabriel dropped his eyes quickly, hoping she hadn’t seen the faint stain of pink across his cheeks. He watched her without watching as she turned her face to the sky and began spinning in circles until she fell down. Gabriel ran over to her laughing. "Are you okay?" He offered her his hand. She smiled up at him. "Yea, just fine." She took his hand and stood, letting the rain wash the dirt and grass from her body. "You know, you would be a little better off without those clothes." She yanked at his shirt and actually succeeding in getting it off of him, then ran full tilt across the field. Gabriel gave in and chased after her. "Hey, come back with my shirt! It's my favorite!" He easily caught her and they both fell on ground, the girl pinned under him. He looked down at her. "Look at what you've done. You've gotten my favorite shirt dirty. What am I to do with you?" His voice was soft and warm. He kissed her gently. She looked shocked for a moment. Gabriel paused, afraid he had read her wrong. He thought she was playing. "Hopefully nothing too terrible, you know? I have to be somewhere tomorrow." She ran her fingers through Gabriel’s wet hair and tentatively kissed him back. He returned her soft kiss and relaxed. She at least wasn’t going to call rape. "I'm sure we can come up with something suitable. And I promise that you'll get wherever you need to go tomorrow just as soon as we eat breakfast." He rolled into grass beside her. "I wonder what I did to be lucky enough to meet you?" He asked, pushing a stray strand of wet hair from her face. She rolled over to face him. "Was it luck or a curse?" Her hair hung in wet little strands and dripped from the rain falling over them. He leaned in to kiss her again, pulling her against him possessively. He could tell she was smiling even as he kissed her. As they released the kiss, she climbed onto his lap and straddled him. "I'd say I'm lucky. Or about to be." He tentatively reached for her bra clasp. She leaned closer and threw her hair over her shoulders, pressing kisses along the side of his neck and down his collarbone. He nibbled on her ear as he struggled with the bra clasp. "Damn it." Why exactly were these stupid clasps so damned difficult to unhook? He tore the bra strap in frustration. "That was my favorite bra." She pouted as she shrugged it off. The pout was both cute and dangerously dark at the same time. He had been hard from the time she took his hand to step out of the car, but that look was like a drug. His erection pressed against his jeans. She wrapped her arms around Gabriel, pressing her breasts against his rain soaked chest. “Sorry about the bra.” He murmured, kissing his way down her neck. His thick lips felt warm against her chilled flesh. "It was too small anyway." She leaned her head back and ran her hands across his wet flesh. He kissed to the valley between her breasts. "It seems a shame to hide such treasures away." He traced a circle around her breast to her nipple and began suckling gently. She moaned softly, digging her nails into the flesh of his shoulders where her hands rested. "Mmmm... I don't even know your name." She pulled his head closer, running the fingers of one hand through his hair, the other still clutching his flesh. "Maybe it's best that way." He traded his attention to her other breast and slowly worked his hands up her legs. He rolled her gently onto her back in the grass, looking over her adoring for a moment before covering her with his body. She shifted under him a little, whispering something unintelligible under her breath. "Hmm...what was that?" He slid one hand between her legs and began rubbing her through the fabric of her panties. "Hmm? Oh, nothing." She tried to sound offhanded, but her voice betrayed her. She lifted her hips and bit her lower lip. "If you say so." This wasn’t the time to press the issue. He kissed his way lower down her belly, making sure to press a kiss directly on her belly button, licking it very gently with the tip of his tongue, and then trailed to where her panties met her belly. She moaned again and arched her back. Gabriel ran two fingers under the waistband, and then slid her panties down her legs slowly. His fingers brushed gently against her skin. She made a small noise that made Gabriel smile. He pulled her panties off and dropped them off to the side. "I'm glad you like this." He kissed her pouty outer lips and slowly ran his tongue up and down her soft folds. She cringed out of pleasure and whimpered. The rain was still pouring and the ground was soft under Gabriel’s knees. He rose and gathered her into his arms. "Maybe we should go elsewhere to finish?" No words passed her lips. She slipped out of his arms, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looked up at him like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She touched the button of his jeans, running her finger around the gold lettering before she unbuttoned them. Her gaze focused on his pants as she unzipped them and slid her hand inside to fondle him gently. He moaned softly, his voice deep with desire. "I thought that the mud might bother you, guess I was wrong." He pulled her closer and kissed her. She deepened the kiss and as it broke, she slid her tongue across his lip, sucking his full lower one into her mouth. She suckled it gently, looking up into his eyes with the same deceptive innocent look, then let it slide slowly from her mouth as she dropped to her knees before him. She tugged on the wet fabric, loosening it from his skin. She slipped his cock from his pants and took him into her mouth. He moaned deep in his throat and plunged his hands into her hair. "Praise the gods that brought you to me." He moaned again, more guttural than before. She looked up at him with a soft and sly smile, his cock still in her mouth, still keeping a slow slide in and out of her mouth. She slid her hand up to rub the little spot right behind his balls. "Not too much of that. I don't want to finish like that." He dropped to his knees in front of her, pressing gently on her shoulders until she was sitting just in front of his erection. She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "You're so beautiful." He admired her rain wet flesh and placed his hands on the back of her head to pull her toward him, beginning a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. Gabriel felt a subtle shift deep inside, as if the last piece of a puzzle had slid into place. He broke the kiss suddenly. "You are my moon goddess." His voice was deep, profound and full of an unadulterated worship. He gently kissed her again, slowly deepening to something more primal than before. She muttered against his lips. "Goddess?" Her voice was hoarse as she returned to the kiss, pulling Gabriel closer, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Her hand slipped between them and she rubbed her clit with her middle finger. Her hand brushed against his cock with each circle she made on her clit. He leaned against her, pressing her onto her back, his hard cock pressing against her hand where she still rubbed her clit. "Yes, my goddess. And I have come to worship." Gabriel wasted no time. He wanted to feel how hot and wet she was. He wanted to probed between her inner lips with his tongue. "Bountiful is the goddess indeed. I hope that she will accept such offerings as I can give." His tongue was warm against the slick, rain wet flesh of her pussy. He loved her taste and her smell as it mixed with the rain and the smell of the earth. She was perfection. He wanted her so badly, but he didn’t just want to fuck her. He wanted to love her, to feel every part of her warm wet pussy as his cock slid in and out. He wanted to feel the tight constriction of her orgasm. He wanted each stroke to last and he was enjoying his self inflicted torture as he used his tongue as he wanted to use his dick. He pushed his tongue as deep inside of her as he could, swirling it, licking her depths with a hunger that grew inside of him. The desire gnawed in his belly, twisting, making him harder than he had ever been. He pulled back and looked down on her, the rain finally beginning to slow. The clouds broke, letting just enough light from the full moon through, causing the rain on her flesh to glisten and make her appear truly otherworldly. "Never have I seen such beauty, even the moon in her infinite glory pales by comparison." He kissed her tenderly. “That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." Her voice was soft and loving. She pressed kisses on his eyes, forehead, the tip of his nose, and then his lips. "That my paltry words should be the sweetest to fall upon thine ears is a sign that all men are blind fools. For those with eyes to see your beauty shall follow you until the ends of their days singing your praises to the heavens." He nuzzled her neck and gently probed her soft folds with his hardness. She slid against him, pressing against him, welcoming him inside. He slowly slid inside, enjoying the feel of her silken softness. He murmured into her neck. "My beloved." As badly as he wanted her he kept his movements slow, soft, and deep. He wanted to make love to her for as long as he could, enjoying her pussy, the wetness of her flesh, and the press of her breasts against his chest and he slid in and out. Each movement fanned the fire of want in his belly and he loved every minute, denying himself orgasm so he could experience her. She whimpered softly against him, nuzzling his neck softly, wrapping her arms and legs around him, pulling her wet, tangled hair from her face. He looked deep into her eyes and felt the surge beginning deep inside. She inhaled sharply and rocked against him, thrusting her hips upward and buried her head against his chest. He could feel her pussy tighten around his cock. She was close. So close. He loved the way she dug her nails into his shoulders, the way she moved against him, the way she closed her eyes and turned her face to the sky. He thrust more urgently into her, the surge becoming more intense. He wouldn’t cum before she did. She whimpered and moaned, digging her nails into his back. He arched back and thrust powerfully into her, the surge nearly peaking. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, whimpering, softly urging him on. He slowed, gauging her readiness. "Damn it, don't stop...." she whispered against his neck, sliding against him, rocking with his motion. "I never plan on stopping." He began again, feeling the surge cresting more slowly this time. She pulled her hips closer to his body, feeling her own orgasm coming now. She wrapped her legs tightly against him and used the leverage to press her pussy tight against him, taking his entire length as deep as he could go. She whimpered, "Just don't stop." Gabriel said nothing in reply only thrust more insistently. The clouds were gone leaving only the moon and the rising sun as witness. Her body tensed as she started to orgasm. She dug her nails into his back, clutching him close to her, shivering, breathing heavily, whimpering, moaning. He could feel the clutch and release of her pussy as she came, and he bit hard into his lip. He wanted her to finish before he came. She shivered against him, making quiet noises, completely lost in the electricity as she came. He thrust into her, keeping a steady pace and loving the feel of her. He moaned deeply, spurting his seed as his own orgasm overcame him. She shuddered and panted, gripping his shoulders, loosening her death-grip on him, relaxing slowly and nuzzling against him again. He melted into her and took her into his arms. He kissed her and pulled back to gaze into her eyes, looking down at her, looking as though he was about to speak but said nothing. She blinked slowly and pulled him close to her, pressing soft kisses across all of his body she could reach and gave a contented sigh. "What?" "I don't even know your name. And I just met you tonight, but...." "I want to know what name you want to know." "Um, maybe we should get dressed before some farmer comes along and sees us." "Well, mine are in the car." She smiled a sheepish grin. "So, um, what about that breakfast you promised me?" He stood and helped her to her feet. "Let's get dressed first. Then maybe we should go clean up at my place before breakfast. And I'll even give you a choice. We can go out or I can cook for you." "I love home made breakfasts." She blushed bright pink from head to foot. "Maybe we should eat first then shower." "Yea. I'd like that." He took her hand into his and walked back to the car. "Me too. But what about your appointment? You said you had to be somewhere today?" "Oh, yea.” Her expression was vacant for a moment. “You know, for some reason it isn't important anymore." She grinned as she leaped into his arms. He caught her effortlessly and brought her close to kiss her. She relaxed into his arms as he carried her to the car, opened the door and placed her on the seat. Before closing the door, she dazzled him with a passionate kiss. She pulled on her shirt as he walked around to the driver’s side. As soon as he was in the car, she jumped on him to tickle him. "Ambush!" He tickled her back. She giggled and squirmed trying to avoid his tickles as she fought to get into her wet clothes. Gabriel tried to fumble keys out of his pants pocket while fending off her kisses. She giggled, fondling him as unobtrusively as possible. “You like it and you know it.” “So what if I do?” “You’ll get more of the same.” "I'm counting on it. Otherwise I just might be tempted to drop you off back at your car." He finally retrieved his keys and started the car. Her face fell. She was suddenly serious. “Why would you say that?” Gabriel turned and looked into her eyes. "Forget your past.” He kissed her until the sad smile was replaced. “The future is ours, and we'll make it bright enough to light up all the shadows that follow behind and try to drag us to ruin." He put the car into gear and headed back toward the highway. ~*~*~*~

Be aware of the story tags, if you do not like one do not read it. Creampie Consensual Sex, Hardcore, Humiliation, Massage, First Time, Non-consensual Sex, Pregnant, Rape, Teen Female/Teen Male, Virginity, Young. Also note everyone is of age in this story but because certain words kept flagging the story, I have replaced them with tiny human . Context should be enough to figure out what word should have been used even if it does not flow exactly the same. Lidia rubbed the last bit of lotion onto her cleanly shaven pussy and shivered with delight. She wanted to continue and so did her dripping wet pussy but she had plans. Reluctantly she patted herself dry, it would not stay dry she knew, and started to dress. Another fifteen minutes later she twirled about in the mirror eager for what was to come. She let her long hair flow and wore tight jeans and a thin shirt but was more eager to show off what she had underneath. Grabbing her coat, she went out to her black car. Forecast had predicted snow but it had predicted snow for the last two weeks and nothing had come of it. As she shivered and started her car Lidia figured it might actually do it this time. She thought about going back in for some more snow clothes but decided against it. She would not be wearing clothes soon enough. After a few minutes of driving the first flakes of snow could be seen and at the last stop before arriving at her destination the fuel light flicked on. She had forgotten how low it was. She made a mental note to fill up before heading home. Lidia dashed up the short sidewalk in the now heavy snow to Reece's home, knocking on the door. "Come in," came the familiar voice of Reece from a distance. She turned the door knob and entered. The cozy little house would be empty except for the two of them for at least the next few hours. Reece came around the corner and Lidia's smile receded for a moment. He wore an old tank top and stained jeans. "Why are you dressed like that?" Lidia asked disappointed. She had not dressed up super fancy but had at least put some effort into her attire. Reece looked down at the shabby clothes, "awe don't worry tiny human , it's not like I will be wearing them for long." Lidia frowned, she hated that nick name and Reece knew it but used it anyway. Reece stepped closer and put his hands on her hips and leaned in, giving her a kiss, "have the place to ourselves for a few hours. Why don't we go back to my room?" Her heart skipped a beat and she had to stop herself from prancing as Reece lead the way to his room. She figured she could forgive him for the nick name and the lack luster clothes for today. She was just too excited to let that get to her. Reece's room was not a mess but clean would not have been a word to describe it either. The floor had recently been vacuumed and the bed was made, at least Reece had made an attempt at making it with clean sheets. The computer at his desk was running but the dusty monitor and webcam were blank right now making the dust even more apparent. The small book case in the corner of the room however, had recently been dusted, possibly vacuumed at the same time as the floor. The window blinds had some spars cobwebs at the top and were slightly open but not much light came in due to the weather out. Reece led Lidia to the center of the room, between the computer and the bed. He smiled and sat on the bed. He threw off his tank top and looked up expectantly to Lidia. She blushed and played with the hem of her shirt, "this is so sudden." Raising an eye brow, Reece asked, "isn't this what you wanted? Didn't you want to lose your virginity today? Celebration of moving out and all?" After a moment of hesitation, she closed her eyes, "Yes!" She took the shirt off and threw it to the floor. She had just started working on her jeans when Reece halted her, "woah wait! Slowly...why don't you twirl about for me?" She beamed at him and complied spinning on the spot showing off her lacy bra. "Very nice," said Reece with a growing bulge in his jeans. "What's next?" For answer she quickly took off her shoes. She giggled to herself thinking how silly it would have been trying to take off her pants earlier before removing the shoes. Thankfully Reece had stopped her. The socks came off next and she wiggle her toes around before once again working on removing the jeans. This time she moved slowly and deliberately. Lidia opened the front of the jeans revealing the thin strip of fabric covering her most private areas. Reece's eyes bulged and he leaned forward for a better look but she covered back up with a small laugh of embarrassment. "You tease," he said. "Turn around and take them off." She did so, pointing her rear at him she wiggled her butt. Hooking her thumbs on the pants, she pulled them over her hips and down her legs. Leaving behind the thong panties concealing her, if it could even be considered concealment. She spun around swaying her hips and playing with her breasts. "I like what I see, keep going," encouraged Reece. She needed little encouragement. Although her first time, she had been looking forward to such a moment for too long. Without any further hesitation, she tossed her bra aside while keeping her nipples covered. Smiling and blushing profusely, she played with her tits as Reece's bulge reached its peak. She turned her back once more and wiggled her tush before pulling the thong off and lightly kicking it off her foot. One last time she turned around for Reece. This time she held one arm over her tits and the other over her pussy while blushing and beaming with delight. "Impressive, you look so cute tiny human ," said Reece as he ogled her. "Why don't you come over and help me out of these?" pointing at his pants. Lidia went to her knees and kept herself covered as best she could while crawling over. Her tits were finally revealed as she lifted her hands and begin to unbutton Reece's jeans. His hands mean while begin to play with her tits and rub the little nipples. She giggled in response but kept her own fingers moving. Soon the hard dick of Reece popped free. She began tugging at the pants and Reece lifted his hips letting her pull them off. Once completely naked her smile faulted for just an instant when she saw his unshaved neither region. She was not sure why she expected anything different though. "Why don't you give it a squeeze?" said Reece and her smile quickly returned. She reached out and with both hands grabbed his cock and began pumping it. "Woah," Reece put his hand on hers. "Easy does it." She reluctantly slowed down as she played with her new toy. Reece sighed with pleasure and leaned back. Before he got too excited though he stopped her. "Give it a little kiss," he said with a wink. Lidia licked her lips and took a moment before she descended. Much like with her hands she was over eager. This time however Reece enjoyed her enthusiasm. He took his hand placed it on her head and helped her push the cock deeper while he continued to moan. While she bobbed up and down on his dick his head rolled back and he looked to the corner of the room with a delighted smile then straight ahead to the computer. After about a minute of this he turned his attention back to the girl sucking him off. "Wow, let's have some real fun," he pulled her off his slippery cock, guiding her to the bed." Lidia laid down on the bed shacking with excitement and anticipation. She was going to finally lose her cherry. Reece got on the bed with her and straddled her legs with his cock pointed at her smooth and wet pussy. She put her hand up and stopped him a look of concern on her face. "Wait," one of the few times she had spoken since arriving. "Where's the condom?" Reece rolled his eyes and rolled off the bed. He had hopped she would have forgotten but that was ok he had other plans; in fact this might be better. He picked up a condom off the desk and showed it to her as he unwrapped it and carefully put it on his twitching cock. He climbed back on the bed, "happy?" She nodded and he lined up with her pussy once more. This time she did not protest as he pulled closer. When he made contact, she jumped and he had to try again. She was practically hyperventilating as she watched Reece get closer. An electric thrill ran through her body when he made contact with her pussy folds. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the sheets and her body tensed as he slowly rubbed the condom covered penis up and down her slit, teasing her. Satisfied he had done enough Reece grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into the virgin. She let out a scream and jerked back. Reece held her tight as she tried to pull away. After the thrashing stopped Lidia glared at Reece with tears stinging her eyes, "why'd you do that?" "Do what?" he feigned innocents. She curled her lips angrily, "you know what. Why didn't you go slow? You know it's my first time." "Don't worry about it," he chided. "It always hurts the first time." Unconvinced she continued to glare at him as he began to slowly thrust in and out. With the pain fading away pleasure started replacing it. Reece gradually picked up the pace of his pumping and Lidia began meeting his thrusts her excitement returning as well. She was a no longer a virgin, she was actually having sex like a real woman. Reece continued to pound away at the former virgin, approaching his orgasm. Bottoming out time and time again until she began moaning, they went at it for several minutes. Her own hip movements now more eager than Reece's. He stopped, pulling out leaving Lidia confused and empty as she looked up. "Turn over," he said. That cock needed to go back in and she did not waste any time getting on her hands a knees for him. Her orgasm had not happened yet due to his rough and painful entrance at the start but it was getting close. While Lidia changed position and lost sight of Reece's cock his hands reached for the condom. In a single practiced and smooth motion, he pulled the condom off without a sound. Then with his naked cock he plowed it back into the naive girl's pussy. He held the condom up and waved it around with an evil grin on his face for a moment before discarding it. Something felt different as he rammed her. Slicker? Sleeker? Silkier? She did not know what but she preferred it. She dropped her head while Reece continued to work in and out of her pussy and her hair fell covering her face. Reece only slowed down for a moment to brush her hair to the side. The orgasm grew stronger and any moment it would take her. Unseen by Lidia, Reece looked to the webcam and gave a thumbs up and broad smile. A few more quick strokes later he grabbed Lidia by the waist and yanked her into his hips. He let out a loud moan as he flooded her unprotected cervix with his sperm. Her eyes bulged and her moth dropped in horror as she felt the pulses, "What are you doing?! Stop!" She did not know what happened but even as a virgin there was no mistaking the feeling of his hot cum spraying her insides. The condom was gone. Lidia tried to pull away but Reece held her tight. She struggled in vain as the cum kept flowing. Her screaming protests continued as Reece moaned louder forcing his balls to blast every last drop into the girl. Tears streamed down her face as she desperately attempted to pull away. It was not until Reece finished pumping, he let her go. Even then he held her several seconds after the last drops of cum had been deposited. Reece laughed as Lidia cried when she pulled away. Sitting on the bed she spread her labia and inserted her fingers but was unable to reach any of the cum within. He had made sure to deposit his cum deep. So distraught and focused on removing the cum she ignored Reece until with a cruel laugh he told her to smile for the camera. She saw his naked cock deflating as she looked up. Her horror only grew when she saw the computer monitor, he had turned on. She looked back at herself on the screen, the two screens. One camera feed from the webcam at the computer the other... She turned to the other she had failed to notice on shelf in the corner. She had been recorded the whole time. "Well, that looks like we're almost at the end of our stream folks," said Reece to the live audience. How could things get any worse? Bawling Lidia grabbed her clothes and darted from the room, feeling cum sloshing in her vagina. She dressed so fast she did not even get her pants on the correct way before running out into the now howling blizzard and to her black car, leaving her coat behind. Lidia could hardly tell where she was going, she did not care either as long as it was far away. The snow obscured so much she almost hit the slow semi as she sped past. Unfortunately, a few minutes later she did lose sight of the road and slipped right off. The snow was soft and did not damage the car but it was completely stuck. She slammed her hand on the steering wheel before leaning forward and weeping, stuck in the snow. All alone except for the millions of sperm swimming in her deflowered pussy. The sputtering engine pulled her away from her sorrows. How long had she been crying in the snow? She turned off the lights trying to save power knowing full well that would do little. Something pulled in behind her illuminating the cab with its headlights. She wiped away her tears and looked for her coat. She could not find it. Turning the dome light on she got up and looked around frantically. Lidia sniffed back more tears when she confirmed her memory, the coat was back at Reece's house. Turning off the dome light, she sat back down. A minute later the engine stopped. It would not be that cold she hoped. Lidia hugged her legs into her chest freezing and shivering. Rubbing her legs down trying to bring any warmth back as the snow continued to howl outside. She could not even call for help, her phone had been in her coat pocket. Something did not seem right; she knew she was forgetting something important but what? She rubbed her legs more vigorously pushing the thought away, too cold and traumatized to think clearly. The blizzard howled more fiercely than ever but something was different. The only thing Lidia could think about was the biting cold but the cold was fading. In fact, it was getting warmer, a lot warmer. She was burning up. The warmth spread over her body like a blanket, a big soft blanket. The bed was warm too. Although the pillow could use some fluffing and the sheets were a bit coarse but it was... She sat up. It was not her bed, not her home, not her car. Where was she? She looked around the interior of, a semi? It must be a semi. She stood up and noticed two things. First, she had no pants, they were folded neatly next to her, and second her pussy was wet as hell and soaking her panties. Was that normal hours after sex? Had something else happen? A door opened and closed. Someone had entered and from the sound perhaps taking their coat off. Panicked about being found naked with her pussy dripping cum, she sat back down and pulled the blanket up. She had just finished adjusting the blanket to fully cover herself when the curtain opened. A young man stopped, seeing her awake. She stared at him clutching the blanket tightly. The two simply stared before he broke the silence, "before you say anything, it was you who took your clothes off and you would have frozen to death if I hadn't brought you in." Lidia looked away. This man had saved her life but was that all he did? He pointed to the pants and socks, "they should be dry enough, although probably not warm enough. I also managed to get some gas for your car. Should get you to the next gas station." She nodded her head. Silence lingered and she wanted to ask for details but dared not. "Well get dressed and you can be on your way. The road has just been plowed too, would be the best time to get out of here," he closed the curtain. She hesitated, unsure if he would be opening the curtain again. Looking at the clothes she stood up feeling the stickiness between her legs. She had to confirm it. She found the head lamp and turned it on. With the extra light Lidia peeled back the front of her panties, revealing a gooey wad of cum. Although new to sex, it sure looked like a fresh load to her She had also been unable to get any of Reece's cum to flow out of her earlier, why would it be leaking now? Her fingers trembled as she closed the panties back up. She dressed in silence. A few minutes later she emerged from the curtain, dressed in what little she had. The young man offered to carry her across the snow to her car. Lidia wanted to refuse but that snow was deep. She shivered in his arms as he carried her to her car. As one last parting gesture, he gave her a few energy bars and a water bottle. She could not even bring herself to thank him and simply nodded her head and got in the car. She looked up to him and opened her mouth to speak but decided against it. Closing the door, she started the car. She pulled out of the snow. Then slow and carefully Lidia drove down the road. The man followed a few minutes later tailing her for close to ten minutes. The road split up ahead and she turned on her turn light and the truck turned on the opposite one. She would never see him again. Would that be ok? Before she lost sight of him an idea struck. She scrambled for pen and paper but only found a pen. Lidia wrote down the license plate of the truck and the company logo on her arm before they parted and he reseeded into the distance. Lidia paced in the bathroom waiting for the test strip although she knew what it would say. The problem was she did not know who's it would be. Unable to wait any longer she picked up the test strip again and turned it over with trembling hands. This time however it was confirmed. She swallowed back her tears and threw it away. Back in her room she held her phone looking at the ten-digit number of the man who saved her life. She had called the company weeks ago and after explaining how she wanted to thank the man who saved her life they tracked down the driver and had given her his name and number. She had yet to call Jax though, what was she going to say? She sighed and dialed the number. "Hello?" answered Jax on his blue tooth. "Uh, hi...is this...is this Jax Braxton?" Jax had been expecting the call. A young woman had asked to speak to him and thank him for saving her life in the blizzard and human resources would not give that out without his permission. He dared not refuse after what happened that night, "yes, who's this?" "It’s me, Lidia." Jax had never gotten the girl's name so he had to ask, "I don't know a Lidia." "Oh, right..." she remembered she had never told him her name just like she had never gotten his. "Do you... do you remember the blizzard not long ago?" Jax immediately turned on the caution lights and began pulling over. He floundered with his words, "Yes, I thought I would be hearing from you soon." He gulped his throat suddenly dry. "I wanted to thank you for saving my life." "You're welcome.... you're ok right? Feeling well?" "I've felt better." Sweating with panic Jax did not like where this was going, "oh I'm sorry to hear that." Lidia lowered her voice to a whisper, "actually I called for something else." Jax was silent so she continued, "did...did anything happen that night?" That was a loaded question if he ever heard one but the fact that she was asking meant she already knew, probably. "Jax?" she asked as he had still not answered. He sighed and took a deep breath, "ya, something happened that night." A moment pause, "it was an accident, I swear. I was only trying to keep you from freezing to death." "What happened?" "I...I...might have accidentally raped you while we slept," he cringed as he said but he came clean. The worst was yet to come, he was sure. He would be arrested no doubt and he would deserve it. When the silence was finally broken it was not how he would have expected it. "I would like to meet you," came Lidia's soft voice. "Wait what?" "You're a truck driver, right? When do you think you'll be in the area again?" "Uh... I'm almost done with my current haul. I could probably request another in your area, so probably next week?" "Alright, I'll send you an address. Let me know when you will be available. I look forward to meeting you. Bye for now." And just like that she hung up. Jax had no idea what had just happened or what he would be in for. He thought about running but where would he go? What would he do? "I guess I'll go met her," he told himself minutes later and started down the road again. That morning Lidia waited in the dinner. Every time a new patron entered, she would look up, her heart would flutter for just a moment. She would then shake her head. Why did she feel this way and why did she ask to meet up with her rapist and alone? Jax pulled into the truck stop, the location Lidia had given him. It was nothing fancy but for a truck stop it was nice. He looked for her black car but did not see it anywhere. His heart was pounding as he walked to the small dinner. Why did he feel this way and why had she asked to meet him? Their eyes met instantly when he walked in and each blushed for a moment. Jax walked over and took a seat, "hi Lidia." "Hi, Jax," she returned. Awkward silence lingered and the two could not meet each other's eyes. Thankfully the waiter showed up at the moment, "what can I get for you two?" "Uh, just water for now," said Jax, his throat feeling terribly dry. "Same," said Lidia. The waiter left and Jax decided to finally say something, "so... how is it going?" He cringed as he said, what kind of stupid question was that? It was enough though. Lidia gave him an awkward smile before answering, "I'm pregnant how do you think it's going?" Jax looked down at the table and his heart sank, "so it's just as I feared. I'm so sorry." "It might not be yours though," although the sorrow in her voice caught Jax off guard. "Wait what? It might not be?" his mind raced for explanations but did not find any satisfactory ones before Lidia continued. Lidia's mind raced too. She had no idea why she had just told him the unborn tiny human might not be his. What had she been expecting? She tried to refocus by getting some answers of her own, "before I tell you about that, can you tell me what happened that night?" "Well...what do you remember?" "All I remember is freezing to death in my car and then it started to get really hot. After that I woke up in the back of your truck." "Ok, that sounds about right. I can't say I understand but you had left your car and stripped naked. Only reason I found you at all was because of the sound of the car door." Jax paused to wait for Lidia to interject or question him but she remained silent. "I panicked of course thinking you were going to die, which you would've, so I went and dragged you into my truck, you fought me the whole time. Your skin was so cold I thought it was already too late. I stripped to provide as much surface area to you as possible and hugged you under the blanket. You wouldn't believe how cold you were. We stayed that way for a few hours, I'm not sure, while you warmed up." "Is that all," asked Lidia raising an eye brow. She looked so desperate to know more, Jax had to tell her the rest, even if it pained him to do so. "No...that's not all," he paused again collecting himself. "Please believe me when I say I didn't mean to. I thought it was a dream." After a heavy sigh he continued, "I woke up with... when I woke up you were..." "Woah, you two ok?" asked the waiter setting the water down and seeing the melancholy at the table. "We're fine," lied Lidia. "Well if you say so," said the waiter unconvinced. "Are you ready to order?" "Not yet," said Lidia dismissing the waiter who left but not before giving them a few backward glances. "So, you had a bad dream?" asked Lidia prompting Jax to continue. "Well, it wasn't so bad until I woke up. You were...dripping with cum, my cum. I didn't know what to do. I got your clothes and dressed you best I could but there was too much ice on them. Then I went back to bed." "Then you woke up and shoveled us out," said Lidia with a sigh, at least she knew what happened now. "No," replied Jax clenching his fist and slamming the table. Lidia jumped back startled by the outburst. "It happened again, even with clothes on. I fucking raped you like a monster. Just call the cops already. I deserve what happens," he set his jaw and said no more waiting for Lidia. She had asked to meet him, she had not known what to expect or what she had hoped to accomplish by speaking with her rapist but this certainly was not it. Perhaps it was his honesty but she did not want to turn him in. She put her hand over his clenched fist, "you're not a monster. Let me tell you a story about a monster." Jax doubted she could have anything worse at this point but he owned it to Lidia to listen, so he bit his tongue and let her have her say. "Not the first time I'd been raped," her words took the wind right out of his sail. "What?" he fell back in his chair as his anger faded. She rubbed her eyes trying to prevent the tears. "My boyfriend," she laughed, a cold laugh. "A real monster, he set me up. It was supposed to be our first time. My first time and he betrayed me." She could no longer keep the tears back, and Jax barely managed to hear the next few words. "He stealthed me and filmed me. Then he laughed." Too much for Lidia she got up to run but was stopped when Jax grabbed her wrist. She tried to pull away but Jax held her firmly. He stood up and pulled her around into a hug. A big strong warm hug. Lidia tried to push him off but after a moment relented and began bawling in his arms. The others in the room were now watching in hushed voice at the commotion. Jax paid them no mind, this girl was hurt and he was not going to let that happen again. The waiter returned unsure what to do, "is everything ok?" Jax looked around the stunned faces of the other customers and back to the waiter, "we're going to be going." The two left the small dinner without another word. Jax held Lidia in his arms the whole way. They walked in silence around the perimeter of the truck stop for a long time before either of them spoke. Although Lidia had taken the pill a few days after it had not worked. She hated the idea of abortion but the idea she might be carrying Reece's tiny human revolted her more. Then there were her parents, she had finally been able to move out but was already knocked up. Minutes after Jax had an idea and pulled out his phone. "What are you doing?" asked Lidia upon seeing the phone. Jax started a search, "looking for a clinic willing to take a blood sample." Lidia scrunched her eyebrows, "for what?" "My DNA of course. Give you something to compare it to. If you're not willing to turn me in, I can at least give you something to test against. Then you can decide what to do from there." Lidia stopped walking and it took a few steps for Jax to notice, "you'd do that?" "I don't understand why you would think that would be a question," said Jax as he dialed the first clinic of many. It took a while for him to find one willing to see him that day but his persistence eventually paid off. He even managed to get an appointment for Lidia a few days later. It would be simpler than he expected, a mouth swab for him and blood draw for Lidia. It would however be expensive but it was the least he could do. A week later Lidia stared at the email from the clinic. The arrangement had been to send the results to her, it would be her to view the results. She continued to stare at the subject line too scared to open it. She jumped when the phone rang. "Hi Lidia, did you find out yet?" came the fearful but familiar and kind voice of Jax, who had also been waiting anxiously. Lidia licked her lips several times before responding., "hi Jax. Ya, it's right here...." "Well?" "I'm scared Jax, what do I do if it's not yours?" Although Jax had to get back on the road, the two had been talking a lot the last few days. What they would do for either scenario, they had already talked about it but with answers right at her finger tips, she did not know if she could follow through with them. "We talked about this. I'll help and support you either way." "But...." she trailed off but had nothing to add. "But nothing, just take a look." Her fingers shook as she navigated back to the email on her phone and opened it. She briefly skimmed it until she found what she had been looking for. There is 98% certainty that Jax Braxton is the father of Lidia Doxon's tiny human . A wave of relief followed; it was not Reece's. Then anger, how would she prove Reece had raped her now? Then panic, she could not abort the tiny human either. Then joy, she was going to be a mother. Lidia sniffled back tears unsure of how she felt or should feel when she answered, "it's yours." Jax picked up on the uncertainty in Lidia's voice and was likewise unsure how he felt about being a father. The same emotions running through him also. In the end Jax decided it was the better out come, "congratulation." "Is that the right word?" "Probably not, but I think it's better this way." "You do, why?" Jax had to stop for a moment, "I don't know, just a feeling I guess." They were silent as Lidia pondered, "you might be right." "Do you want to go out?" Lidia was stunned, considering the circumstance she should be angry at the thought, at least she thought she should be, but instead her heart skipped a beat. "Really? You're asking me out?" "If you're going to be having my tiny human and if I'm going to be helping you, it seems only natural we should get to know each other. Besides....I like you." Lidia did not know what to say but eventually managed to say, "ok." The date would have to wait another month though as Jax was on the other side of the country. Despite the physical distance, the two grew closer as they spoke to each other at least once every night. Jax double checked the address and nodded in satisfaction before pulling on the black hoodie and face mask. He had been hauling for days to get there a day early and hitch hiked the last hour so he could leave his truck behind. Creeping around the back he found the back door and carefully tried the handle, it opened. He did not know where to go from here but the sounds from down the hall told him he was not the only one awake. Light seeped under the door as he listened. Jax had gather as much information as he could before arriving, although he was sure his target would be alone, he had no way of knowing. No point stopping now. He burst through the door. "What the hell?" yelled Reece as the dark figure charged in brandishing a knife. "SHUT UP! YOU WILL SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TOO" yelled the intruder in a robotic voice while he advanced, knife held high. Reece paled, as he saw the knife, not daring to move. "You name, give me your name, in fact show me your ID. I wouldn't trust a liar like you," the dark figure said. Reece, who had been sitting at his computer, slowly opened the desk for his wallet. His eyes flicked over another object in the drawer hidden from the intruder and Reece smiled to himself gaining some confidence. He handed the ID over but did not close the drawer, instead reached his free hand inside. "Reece Warnken, I thought as much. How long did you think you were going to be able to trick and rape girls on camera before getting caught?" Reece recoiled in shock. How would this guy know about that and why was he here? It did not mater. He was going to end this intruder's very short crusade. Reece yanked out the gun and pointed it at the figure. With a sneer and a laugh Reece mocked, "I don't know who you think you are but you're very stupid to come after me with a knife. Now drop it and I might let you go." The intruder's eyes filled with rage, although unseen behind his hooded face. He did not care about getting shot. He stepped closer panicking Reece. "Stay back or I'll shoot," warned Reece losing his confidence again seeing the stranger unperturbed by the threat. "Try it," came the robotic voice as he moved closer. Reece's hand shook as the stranger took another step. He screamed and pulled the trigger in fear. Nothing happened. Pain shot through Reece's hand as he cried out. The gun spinning out of his hand hitting the floor and sliding under the bed. He looked down at his bleeding wrist where the intruder had just slashed him. Disarmed and bleeding Reece almost passed out but his attacker would not allow it. "Try that again and you're dead." "What do you want," whined Reece holding his bloody wrist. "You record yourself tricking girls into sex, don't you?" Reece nodded. "It's very simple then. All I want you to do is turn yourself in." Reece's eyes went wide, "what?" "If you want to get out of this room alive, you're going to give those videos to the police and I'm not leaving until I see it happen," the intruder pointed at the computer screen indicating Reece to get started. Jax trembled after the adrenalin had worn off. He got what he wanted but not how he planned. Fleeing the premise Jax once again thanked his lucky stars Reece had been too stupid to turn the safety off. By the time Jax made it back to the truck stop he had burned the hoodie and scattered the ashes, got the voice synthesizer smashed and run over on the highway, and washed the blade before snapping it in half and throwing both pieces away in separate trash cans miles apart. All in all, a successful night and he slept late the next morning. While Jax slept, the police had called Lidia in for some questions. Surprise and shock would have been an understatement when she heard Reece had turned himself in. The police were gathering evidence including testimony from herself and apparently an undisclosed number of other girls. Lidia confirmed the story, humiliated so many others had seen her but at last Reece would get what he deserved. Only problem was the circumstances behind Reece's confession. The police were evasive about it but she drew enough information from their questions to learn Reece had not turned himself in voluntarily. While still mulling this over she was interrupted by a knock at the door. Happily changing her focus, she rushed to the door and opened it to for Jax. Jax beamed at her and pulled out a lovely bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "Oh, Jax. They're beautiful!" Lidia said as she took the flowers and inhaling their aroma. "Only half as beautiful as you," he said. She dropped her smile and stared at him, "did you really say something that cheesy?" Jax tried to hold a straight face but eventually broke out laughing, "oh come on. I couldn't resist. Do you know I haven't had the chance to say something that cheesy since high school?” Lidia rolled her eyes but grinned back, "ok fine lover boy, where are we headed?" "Well, I figured we should go ice skating actually, but it's your neck of the woods. What would you like?" "No, ice skating sounds good. Let me just put these in a vase and by the way thank you so much for coming." With the flowers put away the two walked hand in hand out of the house. Jax paused half way to his rig. He had taken the trailer off and left it at a nearby truck stop so he would not be dragging a load around. Problem was the semi was still really big. "Um...should we take your car instead?" he said looking at the truck. It only took her a moment to make a decision. With another smile she answered, "no, your truck should do fine. Besides I have never been in one before. Well riding one I should say." Jax enjoyed hearing how much fun Lidia was having. She kept swiveling in her seat looking at the world through the new prospective. High off the ground in the rig everything looked so different for her. Minutes later Jax was tested on his poker face when Lidia asked him about Reece. "I don't know and don't care. Today is about you not him." Lidia dropped the subject for the time but had her own suspicions about Jax's involvement in Reece's surprise confession. They arrived and went out onto the ice. Both were surprised how well the other did as they each had their own experience. Jax had done rollerblades at the skate park for years and Lidia who had done ice skating since she had been a child. The two danced together on the ice until both were too tired to continue. They ate at the little cafe at the rink before leaving for the night. Lidia gave Jax a quick kiss on the lips as they walked to the truck, "so have anything else planned for tonight?" "Not really. That was already more fun that I thought it would be." "Well, I have plans," she said with a wink. Jax did not want to get ahead of himself but the way she said it made his cock twitch all the same. They climbed into the truck and after Jax turned it on and before he could put it in gear Lidia interrupted him. She was taking her shoes off, "my feet are sore after that, would you mind massaging them?" Although Jax did not have a foot fetish, as he looked over, he could at least appreciate her cute little feet, "sure, we can do that when we get back to your place." "But that's so far away, why not now?" she sighed. "You have a bed in the back." Jax could not say no to that. With a broad grin he led her behind the curtain and had her lay down with her feet in his lap. He carefully kneaded them judging her sensitivity before becoming more aggressive. "Ooh, that feels nice," said Lidia while she closed her eyes letting Jax work on her feet. He rubbed and massaged her foot for several minutes working the tension out. He pulled on the toes popping them which made Lidia giggle. Once finished he switched to the other foot and repeated the process. There however he changed his focus once he finished with her foot and began working his way up her calves. "Too bad these pants are in the way," said Jax as he worked her muscles. Lidia smiled but said nothing as she undid her zipper and pulled the pants off her hips. Jax eagerly helped her out of the pants. He had a brief glimpse of the front of her panties but not enough to see anything before she rolled over. The black hipster panties hide her privates but just barely. The only part of the panties that was not transparent was a small triangle on the back, and Jax guessed the same for the front. He worked on her legs working closer and closer to her ass however, he only traced his fingers on her before moving his hands beneath her sweater and working on her lower back. "Too bad the sweater is in the way," Jax teased as he worked under the fabric. Lidia fought the urge to rip the sweater off for him and instead said, "you can remove it, I won't stop you." Jax was less reserved after being given permission and pushed the sweater up her back and over her head. Lidia laid back down on her stomach as Jax kneaded her back. She closed her eyes and let out satisfied moans. He worked his way up her back slowly inching closer to her bra strap. When he reached it, he would move back down. After a few cycles of this, he went for it. He snapped open the bra strap and pushed them aside having full access to her back. Lidia smiled and kept her eyes closed as the bra was unclasped, simply enjoying the massage. Jax massaged her several more minutes before moving lower down her body. When he began to rub her butt cheeks Lidia stopped him with a hand. Disappointed he had done something wrong he stopped but Lidia had not been upset. She sat up letting him see her tits and the hard nipples, "your turn." She gave his feet a meaningful glance and Jax wasted no time taking the shoes off. He went for his belt next but Lidia stopped him again. "Ah uh. I said it was your turn," patting the bed for him to lay down. She then began to work his feet. She lacked the strength he did and could not get as deep but the tension dissipated under her touch all the same. Once she finished what she could for his feet, she then began working her way up his legs to his calves. Using the same line on him she said, "too bad these pants are in the way." Jax almost tore his pants off in his eagerness but Lidia only smiled and continued to play the game working her way up his legs. She got on her hands and knees to put more weight into, making up for her strength and Jax let out a moan of pleasure this time. She took her time rubbing his legs, easing the muscles, however; she could not keep it up forever. Lidia again parroted Jax as her hands lifted his sweater, "Too bad the sweater is in the way." As much as Jax wanted to rip it off, he smiled to himself and repeated her words, "you can remove it, I won't stop you." The sweater came off in no time. Jax laid still as Lidia moved up sitting on him and leaning into the massage. His back popped several times at one point when she really leaned into. With a sigh of relief Jax allowed her to continue, the delicate hands eliciting further sighs of contentment. As she worked her magic, she knew there would be something else he would be feeling soon. It had been slow but when he noticed it, he opened his eyes turning his head to Lidia who gave him a knowing smile. He glanced down and quickly confirmed it. Her panties were soaked clear through where she had been rubbing the same wet spot on him. "Turn over, let me get your chest," she said. Without hesitation, he rolled over. She then began the pretense of rubbing her hands along his chest, but her real focus had been her soaking panties which she rubbed into his boxers along his quickly growing cock. With his cock being rubbed and a pair of lovely tits bouncing in front of him, Jax did what any reasonable person would do. He took a handful of breast for each hand, returning the favor. She gasped at the touch, momentarily stopping her pseudo massage on his chest while he massaged hers with zeal. Lidia's eyes light up with delight as he played with her tits. Moving his way closer to her hard nipples, Lidia took a shuddering breath and began gyrating her hips again. When his fingers managed to make first contact with the sensitive nipples Lidia closed her eyes while arching her back pressing her chest into Jax's hands. Jax loved playing with the soft flesh of Lidia's breasts but when he toyed with the nipples, he knew he wanted more. With her eyes still closed in euphoria, Lidia did not notice Jax lifting his head until he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She let out a cry of pleasure as the electric shock went through her, sparking something else within. She could no longer stand it; the game had gone on long enough. She pulled away and dismounted only long enough to rip off her panties and throw them aside. Jax took advantage of that short moment to likewise pull his boxers down but did not manage to get them off before Lidia jumped him again. She did not care and throw herself flat on his chest rubbing her tits on him while her hands grabbed him and pulled him into a deep kiss. She could not get enough of him as she attempted to devour him. Jax could not keep up with her as she combed his hair with her fingers kissing him even more vigorously. While they kissed, Jax was still trying to kick the boxes off. He finally kicked them off and brought his hips up brushing Lidia's pussy with the tip of his penis. At the touch of his cock, she threw her head back finally letting Jax up for air but she gave him no time for repose. She sat back and sank down on his cock without the slightest hesitation. Before he knew it, she had buried herself to the hilt on his cock. A wild hunger filled her eyes, a hunger Jax had never seen before. Lidia had already impaled herself several more times before he started thrusting his hips in return. Lidia had not gotten off since... She could not remember. She had not even reached orgasm when she lost her virginity and got pregnant. She bounced faster, firmly impaling herself each time, needing this more than she first thought. Pounding away on Jax's cock, she made up for lost time while building to a massive orgasm. The first wave hit her like a truck. She threw her head back in a silent scream as more waves of pleasure followed. The convulsing walls of her pussy rippled around Jax's cock as he continued to thrust into Lidia. He did not try to hold back as the orgasm racked her body. He would soon follow but not before his continued thrusts brought her further waves of pleasure. Jax grabbed her hips burying himself balls deep, at the same time they contracted spurting hot cum deep in her pussy. As the cum erupted inside her, one final wave of pleasure shot through Lidia before she cried out and collapsed. Lidia panted, nearly hyperventilating, as she lay on Jax's chest. He could feel her heart pounding and her hot breathe on his skin while she recovered. He brushed her hair aside, "holy hell, that was amazing." She smiled but was not ready for words yet. They cuddled for a few minutes while Jax's cock deflated, cum would have poured out had his cock slipped out. With a sticky cock still lodged in her pussy, Lidia began moving her hips again. It had the desired affect and both enjoyed the pleasure as his cock slowly expanded filling her vagina once again. "Ready for round two?" she said turning her head to look him in the eye while still laying on his chest. For his reply Jax brushed his fingers through her hair and pulled her chin up for a kiss. Round two they took slower, savoring it or at least tried too. They kissed as their hips slowly rocked but the position was a bit awkward. Lidia moved over laying on her side lifting her leg over Jax's hip allowing much better access. The strange position Jax had never done before but was eager to try it. He slid in and out of her pussy slowly in the exotic pose for a while before she could not stand the pace any longer. Her slick pussy made it so easy for Jax to penetrate her, she could not help but picking up the pace. She rutted back into him faster and faster and her kissing became more intense. Every thrust Lidia ground her hips into his, sinking him deeper every time. Jax found himself once again unable to keep up with her as her vigor increased. She did not care though as long as she got cock, she would enjoy it and enjoy it she did. Her hands, looking for an outlet, ran through his hair over his chest along his back and pulled him in closer. Jax's hands were not idle either but they at least had more focus. One played with her breasts and tweaked her nipples ever once in a while shooting sparks of pleasure through her. The other hand went to her pussy where he began to rub the button of clitoris trying to satiate her carnal desire but it only inflated it. Lidia madly ground Jax's cock into her as another orgasm rapidly approached. When this one hit, her whole body shook and she would have screamed out in euphoria had she ever stopped kiss Jax when it happened. With Lidia trembling in his arms and her vaginal walls rapidly contracting on his cock, it pushed him over the edge moments later. He came a second time for the night deep in her womb. He managed to pull away from the kiss leaving them both panting for some much-needed air. Minutes later between breathes Jax panted, "you...don't...have...a slow mode...do you..." "I tried," she pouted. Jax laughed and pulled her into a hug, "I don't mind. It's the best sex I've ever had." She snuggled closer humming with delight and said in a playful voice, "you know I might be able to slow down but will need practice." Jax kissed her on the forehead more than happy to let her 'practice' all she wanted. They 'practiced' several more times before falling asleep in the back of the truck, still parked in the parking lot of the ice rink. Lidia woke laying on top of Jax and smiled remembering last night. As she stretched in the dark and blinked back weariness, she had a splendid jolt of pleasure. She wiggled her butt and confirmed Jax's morning wood had already come up. She giggled to herself as she rubbed it on her pussy, while pondering what she would do with it. A familiar and splendid pressure surrounded his cock. The girl riding him smiled as Jax began meeting her thrusts with his own. They bounced together slowly at first but the girl was impatient. She started going faster and faster until Jax could no longer keep pace. His partner giggled in a familiar voice and continued, delighted with her new toy. Jax was getting close and judging by the look in Lidia's eyes, so was she. "Wait, Lidia? No, I have to stop or she'll get pregnant," Jax thought to himself. It was too late though; he was already pumping cum into her. He jerked and sat up, his eyes flashing open, "No! You'll get pregnant!" Lidia laughed as she rode out her own orgasm before answering, "I'm already pregnant you silly." Jax looked around deliriously for a moment before sighing in relief and fell back down on the bed, "right...it was just a dream." "Really? What sort of dream," teased Lidia as she laid down on his chest, his cock still lodged in her pussy. His cock twitched inside her, depositing a few more drops of cum, as he answered with a smile remembering where he was, "a very good dream." "Mmmm, I bet it was," said Lidia giving him a kiss. "Too bad we've got to go." "Do we?" She got up letting his cock slip out followed by a trail of cum, "well I don't know about you but I'm hungry after last night." She then looked to the cum dripping down her leg and onto the bed, "I also need a shower and you need some clean sheets." Jax looked at the mess they had made and shrugged his shoulders in agreement. As they dressed Lidia let out a sad sigh when she put on her pants and patted her belly. Jax knew enough about girls to know something was on her mind, "what is it?" "Can't you tell?" she turned to him, her hand still on her belly. "I'm pregnant." Jax looked her up and down not totally understanding, "yes, but I can't see it." "But I can," she answered struggling to get her pants on. "How long do you think it will be before everyone else notices?" Jax did not have an answer. He hugged her and kissed her forehead, "I said I would help you, even if we don't know exactly what to expect." Jax exited the shop a happy man as he looked at his small purchase. He could not wait to tell Lidia but he knew he would have to. There was a time and place for such things. No sooner than he took another step, his phone rang. Lidia, he could already tell from the ring tone. "Hello love," he said. Even without seeing his smile Lidia heard it, "I take it you got the job than?" "How can you tell?" he said furrowing his eyebrows. "You sound too excited." "Awe, you got me. Yes, I got it. A local route, I'll be home much more from here on. That's assuming we got the apartment?" "Well done and yes, as matter of fact we did," answered Lidia her turn for excitement. "We can move in by the end of the month, no more tiptoeing around my roommate." "Nice, I'll be in later tonight, should we pick up the cradle?" Lidia sighed, "I can't. I have classes." "Oh right. Still strange to me that you have a schedule when it is all online." "Can't be helped," she said followed by an, "Oooff!" as she placed her hand on her round belly. "What is it?" some concern in his voice. "Nothing, the tiny human is just kicking again." She patted her belly and spoke in a soothing voice, "calm down little one, you'll be out soon enough." Jax smiled remembering the little kicks last time he had seen Lidia, then his smile faded for a moment and he cleared his throat remembering something else, "by the way...did you tell your parents yet?" "Yaaaa...they were not happy," answered Lidia taking her hand off her belly. "Still better than I had expected. They want to meet you." "I'll bet they do." "They might even be over tonight, so fair warning." "That's alright," answered Jax as he fiddled with the small velvet box. "I have my own surprise for you." "Oh, what sort of surprise?" raising her voice with much more chip. "What? Oh, uhh nothing. I was talking to myself." He hit his forehead thinking to himself, "keep your mouth shut you dunce." Thankfully he had managed to keep that one in his head. Lidia laughed, "right, I look forward to it but I've got to go for now. Class starts soon but wanted to talk before then. Bye bye." "Bye, I'll see ya tonight." After hanging up Jax smiled to himself. He had not given too much away he hoped. He walked away from the small jewelry store holding the shiny purchase with pride, "now I just need the perfect time to ask her."

1 As my 19th birthday was approaching, I started to really hear it from a couple of my friends. “I can’t believe you are almost 19 and you still haven’t done it.” Julie would taunt. “You don’t know what you’re missing, there’s nothing like riding the high hard one to relieve all of this stress during finals.” Someone else would chime in. I wasn’t completely naive about sex. I had several serious relationships with guys and had done nearly everything except let them fuck me. It’s not like I hadn’t wanted to have sex, it was just that I wanted it to be with the right guy at the right time. Call me a romantic, but the back seat of a car or the couch in my parents basement, with them right upstairs and my brother, lord only knows where, lurking about, never really made me feel comfortable with going all the way. My roommate in college had offered to spend the night somewhere else so that I could do the deed in our room without worry, but I just hadn’t met the guy I wanted to do it with at school. Not that there weren’t plenty of guys willing to take my cherry! I had even had tried a little girl on girl experimentation with one of my friends when my roommate had needed our room for one of her many sexual encounters. Kori, my roommate, was somewhat less particular with the guys than I was. On a couple of occasions she had even had sex while I was in the room. I would pretend to be asleep and would open my eyes just enough to watch her performing all kinds of acts with her partners. Sometimes she would even leave her desk light on so that I would have a clear view of some of the large cocks that she would take in her mouth and clean shaven pussy. I swear that she was hoping I was watching because there were times when she would make sure that her pussy was aimed in my direction while her lover either licked her in a 69 position or give me a clear view of her guiding her lovers cock into her wet pussy. The night that I spent at my friend Joanne’s room was a bit of serendipity. She and I had been out to a local club, using our fake ID’s, and letting guys buy us drinks all night long. We had ended up doing a couple of body shots off of each others stomachs, after receiving a dare from a couple of guys. I was shocked at how marvelous it felt having Joanne suck the liquor out my belly button and lick the remaining liquid from my entire stomach and up near my chest. She had “accidentally” placed a hand on my left breast and I instantly felt my nipple harden and the warm tingly sensation between my legs told me that this excited me. We had rejected all of the guys’ proposals to take us home when we had finally decided to leave the club. We had danced with a few of them and shared a couple of dances together. Somehow our dancing together seemed to be more erotic to me then the dances with the guys. We had been bumping and grinding with each other and the sensation of Joanne’s hot, sweaty, body against mine was very sensual. When we finally arrived back at Joanne’s dorm room, we were both a bit tipsy. She had a room of her own since her roommate had left school after the first semester. We had laughed and joked all the way home about the horny guys we had left behind. It was then that Joanne revealed to me how she was glad we had left the guys behind, because she was really attracted to me and that she had always found me sexy. I was a bit taken aback by her forward statements, but somehow I found myself leaning toward her and sharing a very intimate kiss. I didn’t try to pull away as she pushed her tongue into my mouth and felt her hand reach under my tank-top to gently caress my breast. I felt myself getting really turned on and spread my legs slightly as Joanne lowered her hand to my thigh and began to slide her hand up under my short skirt and close to my now tingling pussy. Her hand pushed the small, damp, patch of fabric that covered my steamy cunt aside and she gently slid her finger up and down my moist slit. She began to tenderly caress my clit. I was putty in her hands. Our kissing became more passionate, Joanne alternated licking my neck, tugging on my lips and plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. I greedily sucked her tongue into my mouth and squirmed as she continued to caress me. I was getting really hot! It wasn’t long before Joanne had undressed me and was now removing her own clothes. I couldn’t help but let my finger dip into my own pussy as I admired the fine curves of her body, her small pert breasts, topped with the strawberry pink nipples appropriate for her fair skin. Her pale and freckled skin was a sharp contrast to my dark complexion and raven hair. I lustily admired her clean shaved pussy and wished that I had not left the little 1” landing strip of jet black hair leading to my womanhood. Joanne reached for my hand. She pulled my finger to her mouth and began to suck my juices from my finger. Then she led me to her bed. She gently pushed me back on the bed and whispered. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Kimmie. Let me show you how good I can make you feel.” I was beyond the point of no return. I lay back and began to experience the most beautiful and gentle lovemaking of my life! This was not like the rough groping of the boys I had been with. This was a person who seemed to genuinely care about how good I felt and was set on letting me experiencing my femininity and sexuality. My body began to quake and tremble as I reached orgasm after orgasm. Joanne’s expert tongue and gentle strokes in and around my pussy pushed me over the edge so many times I had lost count! My first multi-orgasmic experience happened with another woman! Wow, I never would have thought it possible. When I could take no more, I pushed Joanne’s head from between my legs. She held me close as my body continued to gently convulse. When I was finally able to recuperate I began to explore her body. I rolled over on top of her and gently began to suckle one and then the other of her pink nipples. I experienced the sensation of fondling breasts, other than my own. Her small, pear shaped, breasts were luscious! When Joanne began to push my head downward, I knew what she wanted. I had never seen another girl’s pussy close up, nor had I licked one, but at this point I was more than willing. I wanted to reciprocate! I wanted to see if I could cause Joanne to orgasm the way she had made me! I truly wanted to have her pussy in my mouth while my tongue and fingers dipped inside of her. I gently kissed my way down her stomach, kissing and sucking the puffy, shaved, flesh around her cunt. I got the first whiff of her musky scent and then used my tongue to run completely up and down her soaked slit. I pushed my tongue into her wet hole and then began to suck on her blood engorged clitoris. Her skin was so soft, the gentle folds of her feminine flower, being a wonderful experience. Her nectar was delicious and I soon found myself working my tongue from her tiny puckered pink anus to her delicious pussy and clit. I was lost in devouring her sweet cunt and ass! Her hips began to buck and I felt her pubic bone bruise my lip. This did not deter me; it was my turn to push Joanne over the edge time and time again! My fingers probed her pussy as I continued to lick her sweet clit. I even dared to gently push my little finger gently inside the first inch of her anus, thinking about how I enjoyed this when I masturbated. She also seemed to enjoy this and pushed her bottom down, taking all of my finger inside her tiny butt hole. I wriggled my pinkie about as I felt her ass cheeks clench. I was now working my index finger inside her pussy, tickling her g-spot, as my pinkie slipped easily in and out of her anus. “Oh God yes!” Joanne moaned as I felt her climax. The inner canal of her vagina tightened around my finger and the juices flowed from her delectable pussy! I eagerly lapped at her cunt and swallowed all of the delicious cunt juices that I could. Her orgasms continued, she collapsed, pulled away from me, and assumed a fetal position. I cuddled up behind her, pushing my breasts against her back. I reached around and held one of her breasts as her trembling subsided. Her breathing became deep and I knew she had drifted off into blissful sleep. I would soon join her, but not until I had greedily sniffed and licked her juices from all of my fingers. I relished the scent of her anus that covered my little finger. I fell asleep with my new lover in my arms! 2 “Happy 19, baby sis!” My brother John saluted as we downed yet another shot. “Thanks bro, but this has to be the last one! I don’t think I will be able to walk after this! Besides, my birthday was over 2 weeks ago.” I retorted, after finishing off lord only knows how many in a long line of Stoli lemon drops. “Well, it isn’t my fault that you couldn’t make it home for your birthday dinner until now. Are you sure you’re ready to leave? I was just getting warmed up!” My brother boasted. My brother John was only 18 months older than me, not yet 21, but he also had a fake ID. Besides, this club was notorious for serving minors. It had been a nice birthday gift from my brother; he was a construction worker, choosing not to go to college, but to start earning money right out of high school. Apparently, he had already received several promotions and was in charge of his own crew. He had bought a new home and was making great money. He had taken me to one of the nicer restaurants in town and then out for all of these shots! So after a bottle of Dom Paragon with dinner and the lemon drops, I was feeling no pain. As we walked, arms around shoulders, together to John’s new ¾ ton pick-up, I couldn’t help but feel how muscular he had become from his work. He had always been in good shape and I had admired his muscles as a young girl, but now he was a truly buff guy! I could feel my nipple harden as my breast pressed against the strong muscles of his side. What was going on with me? Sure I knew this was my brother, but I felt myself beginning to tingle again at the sensations his hard body was creating. Just by us walking with our arms around each other. I pushed my tit harder against his side and felt even more moisture building between my legs. “I can’t be having these feelings about my brother”, I told myself. But I was! “Hey Johnny boy,” I half slurred, “How bout letting me crash at your place tonight so that I don’t have to face the parents like this?” I tested. “That’s not a problem, sis. Besides, I don’t want them yelling at me for getting you so fucked up! It would probably be safer for both of us if they didn’t see you so wasted!” John chuckled. John released me and reached up to open the door of his truck for me. As I stepped on the running board, I made sure I fell into the seat and gave my brother a clear view of my ass. I had worn a rather short skirt and one of my favorite lace thongs, so I knew there was just a thin piece of fabric that was now up the crack of my ass. I acted as if I were trying to raise myself up, giving my brother an even clearer view of my butt and freshly shaved pussy. John gasped, “Wow, little sister, you are a bit messed up.” I could feel my brother’s eyes taking in my compromising position. I was really getting worked up. “Well, don’t just stand there staring at my ass.” I giggled. “Will you give a girl a hand here? As John moved in to assist me, I crossed my legs around him and pulled him into me. This also caused me to slide forward into him and I felt his hard package press against my butt. “Damn it Kimmie, I can’t help you if you have a leg lock on me!” My brother spoke. “Sorry bro just couldn’t resist teasing you a little!” I pretended to slur again. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re my sister because if I was any other dude I would have made sure to get me some of that nice butt when you fell into my truck.” My brother chided. I just giggled a little more and retorted, “Well, that never used to bother you when we were younger and you used to slip your hands into my nightgown, when you thought I was sleeping.” “What?” John acted surprised. “Come on now, Johnny boy.” I went on. “You remember those hot summer nights when we used to sleep out on the 3 seasons porch.” I knew he remembered! But, I wasn’t sure if he knew I had pretending to sleep and let him touch my most private parts. “You remember,” I reminded him, “How you used to wait until you thought I was asleep and then feel my little tits through my nightgown, then you would reach inside my little panties and run your finger over my wet little slit? “Oh my god.” John uttered. “You were awake when I did that? I have felt guilty for so long about how I would do those things to you!” John confessed. I thought my big brother was going to cry. I now set upright and pulled his head to my chest. My legs still spread with my brother’s waist between them. “John, it’s really ok.” I assured him. “Don’t you think I would have stopped you if I hadn’t enjoyed it myself? I loved the fact that you found me attractive and wanted to touch my body. You are the one who really first made me feel like I was becoming a woman. It’s ok! I was really kind of disappointed when you stopped after that second summer.” John seemed taken aback. “You liked my molesting you when I thought you were sleeping?” He inquired. “Yes I did, I loved it bro. In fact, I wish you had never stopped. You gave me such wonderful feelings! I answered. “And right now I am really hoping that you might want to touch me again.” I whispered into his ear. I had John’s head held firmly against my now fully developed breasts. I reached down, held his hand in mine for a moment, and then guided his strong callused palm under my blouse. At first he attempted to withdraw, I pleaded. “John, I’m still a virgin and I want you to be my first lover. You were always gentle with me and I have never felt such wonderful feelings with any other man.” His hand then began to cup one breast and then the other. I pulled him tighter to me with my legs and began to dry hump his crotch. I could feel his cock, hard inside his pants, pressing into the moist fabric that barely covered my pussy. I released my grip from his head and said, “See brother, I know a part of you that doesn’t have any regrets or guilt feelings now! Let’s go to your house. I pressed my pussy harder against him, and then released my legs from around him. “Besides I think we are beginning to draw a crowd here and I don’t want anyone we know to see us getting it on in the parking lot!” John’s strong hands left my breasts and his eyes lowered to his bulging crotch and my damp panties. I could feel the sticky, wet material pressed into my pussy slit and knew my brother had a perfect view of my puffy cunt. I first slid one leg around in the truck and then the other, making sure to give my brother an even better beaver shot. Damn, I was soaked! As my brother opened his door and hopped into the truck, he questioned, “Kimmie, are you sure this isn’t just the alcohol talking? Do you know what you are saying? I’m not sure that it would be right for us to do what you’re suggesting! I believe it’s even against the law!” I raised my finger to my lips and whispered, “Shhhh, It’s not the booze that’s talking, brother. It’s me. I’ve thought about this long and hard and I want you to make love to me. I’ve got some naughty stories to tell you. I’m not as pure and innocent as you might be thinking, but that will have to wait. Now take us to your place.” I reached over and began to unzip his fly. I reached into his pants to maneuver his hard penis out of its confines. My brother started the truck and pulled from the parking space, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. I took the throbbing head of his cock into my mouth and sucked the droplets of clear liquid from its tip. 3 It was only a few short blocks to my brother’s house. I had just begun to take the full length of his cock into my throat when John blurted, “You’ve gotta stop now Kimmie or I’m going to blow my load right now!” The truck had come to a screeching halt in his garage and the door was beginning to close. I opened my eyes and marveled at the handsome saliva covered cock. I could now clearly gaze at the wonderful spectacle of manhood that I had wrapped my small hand around and had been sliding in and out of my mouth. My brother was just the right length, probably just over 7 inches and his cock was not fat, but nice and slender, like my favorite toy. “I don’t mind if you cum in my mouth, John.” I mumbled as I returned to sucking him. “Damn it, Kimmie,” he breathed huskily. I want you to swallow my cum, just not here, not in the truck like this.” He continued. “Let’s go inside and do this right, if we’re really going to do this. Not like a couple of high school kids in my truck.” He opened his door, and I released his cock from my mouth, knowing that I would be able to enjoy him more outside the confines of his truck. He slid out and I watched him unbuckle his pants and try to place his rigid member back inside his pants. My brother wasn’t wearing any underwear and I had a clear shot of his muscular butt as he attempted to place his beautiful cock back into his jeans. He must have somehow managed to get it in and tugged to get his pants back over his firm buttocks. John walked to my side of the truck and opened my door. When John held his hand out to help me down, I spread my legs wide and questioned, “Wanna see if my little pussy still looks the same?” I pulled my thong aside and gave my brother a wide open shot of my wet cunt. “You’ve made your little sister all wet again big brother, just like the old days.” I lowered my finger to my slit and ran my finger through my slit. I let a finger delve into the folds and into my moist cunt hole. Removing my finger I brought it to my mouth, sucking the fluids from it, I stated, “My juices taste good mixed with yours. Take me inside.” “Damn, Kimmie, your pussy is even more beautiful than I remember. It looks even more like a little girls with all of the hair shaved off. You are so fucking hot! John and I knew there was no turning back now. Any inhibitions he had now seemed to have faded away. He lifted me from the seat with his powerful arms and carried me into the house and up the flight of stairs where he placed me on his king sized bed. I slid off and onto my knees, once again unbuckling his pants. I pulled his pants down to his ankles and again took in the sight of his gorgeous cock. John had clearly shaved the hair off of his balls and from along the shaft of his cock, but he still had a rather thick growth of sandy brown hair above his cock and leading up to his stomach. I wrapped one hand around his shaft and cupped his balls with my other. I began to pump his cock into my mouth once again, tasting more of the sweet elixir of his pre-cum. His strong hands reached under my armpits and he pulled me to my feet. My loving brother began to unbutton my blouse and slid it off of me. I reached behind and unclasped my white lace bra that matched my panties, and crossing my arms, slowly removed it revealing my now full breasts. “There a bit bigger than the little boobies you used to touch on the porch, aren’t they big brother?” I quizzed. My breasts were a full c-cup and bordered on d’s, depending on the brand of bra I purchased. I reached down and cupped both of them, feeling my nipples harden. “Remember when you would softly pinch these nipples?” I further inquired. “I loved the way you used to tease them and suck them through my nighty. I always wished you would have lifted it and sucked on them without the material in the way.” John just looked at my full breasts with lust in his eyes. I lowered my head and pushed both nipples toward my mouth, my tongue snaking out to run circles around first one nipple and then the other. “I sure as hell couldn’t do this when you used to touch them.” I quipped. “Mmmm, they are still very sensitive. I want you to suck them again.” I commanded and I pushed my breasts toward him. My brother stepped forward, cupping both of my breasts in his hands. He tilted his head and suckled first one nipple and then the other. I leaned my head back and moaned as his callused hands pushed my breasts together and he was able to take both nipples into his mouth at the same time. I felt his tongue running circles around my areolas, then using his teeth; he would gently tug on first one nipple, then the other. I could feel my brother’s rigid cock rubbing across my stomach and skirt, as he bent over to continue his assault on my sensitive nipples. “Oh, that’s so nice John. Oh, god, yes, suck your little sisters titties.” I hissed. I felt John release my breasts. His hands dropped to the back of my skirt as he began to pull down on the zipper. I pulled his face to mine and pressed my breasts into his almost hairless chest. I held his cheeks and began to run my tongue over his lips. Soon his tongue was dancing with mine and my skirt fell to the floor. We continued our passionate kissing as he began to run his hand over the front of my lacy thong. His fingers were sliding the thin material up and down my wet slit. I knew my panties were soaked with my juices. I lowered my arms and began to wriggle out of my thong. As they slipped off and onto the floor, I broke our kiss and stepped back. I reached over to push my brothers open shirt off of his shoulders. It fell loosely to the floor. We both stood there naked, both panting, both taking in the view of our sibling, in all of their forbidden, naked, glory. I was in awe at how toned and muscular my brother was. He looked so rugged and strong. His biceps were massive and his chest was gorgeous. As I gazed down to his throbbing cock, I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful 6 pack that formed on his stomach. His cock glistening from the small hole on the tip, I looked down to see the dried, shinny, liquid, that had formed a smeared, crust across my stomach and pelvis. “God I have to have you, John!” I spoke. I reached out and wrapped my hand once again around his throbbing cock. “I want you inside me, be my lover, be my first, big brother.” I huskily breathed. “I want to be inside of you so bad little sister! But I want you to do something with me first. Your pussy is so beautiful without any hair on it. I want you to shave mine off too.” I was so ready to have my brother take me, that at first his request didn’t register. I had fallen backwards and spread my legs on his bed, just waiting for him to enter me. Then it hit. “Oh, I get it big brother. We’re going to do a little fantasy play, huh? You want me to shave your pubic hair so we can pretend we are just kids again when we fuck. Mmmm, sounds like some good naughty fun to me.” I hissed. Without saying another word, I followed my brother into his bathroom. I leaned over, giving my brother a clear view of my tanned ass and puffy pussy lips, from behind. I turned on the jets to his whirlpool bath. My brother just leaned against his sink, I guess admiring his view. “Do you have a pair of scissors or a trimmer that we can use first?” I questioned. “It will make it a lot easier to shave off the smaller hairs.” John produced a small trimmer from one of the drawers. “I love how you have already shaved the hair from your ball sack and from the length of your shaft.” I commented. “This is going to be fun, making you look like a little boy again.” After trimming the hairs down to near stubble with his little razor, we both stepped into the tub. I grabbed the shaving cream, being sure to spend lots of time running my hands over his pubic area, his cock, his balls, and even back around to his firm butt and spreading the foam into the crack of his ass. I even dared to gently push a finger ever so slightly, into his puckered anus. At first he resisted, but then allowed me full access. He spread his legs further, and as I gently shaved the hair from above and around his entire pubic area, I slowly worked my finger further into his tight sphincter. I pushed my finger in and felt around for his prostate gland. John gasped and I saw his cock jump. “Are you ok, baby?” I inquired. “Yea, sis. I don’t know what you just did, but I just felt like I was gonna blow a load of jizz there! What did you do?” “I guess I just hit your prostate gland, big brother. I learned about it in anatomy and one of the girls in pre-med told me that some guys really get off on it. Seems like you may be one of them!” “Lets finish up here, you look so damn hot all hairless down here. I can’t wait to experience how nice this smooth cock feels sliding in and out of your baby sister’s hairless pussy. Only one request though big brother, like I said, you’ll be my first! Please be gentle. I think I have already broken my hymen with my toys, but just in case, take it easy on me at first!” “Oh, no need to worry little sister. I promise I will be gentle. I want to enjoy this as much as possible. Your pussy looks so pretty, I’ll be so smooth with you, that I may never want to stop. You are definitely the hottest piece of ass I have ever been with!” I reached for a towel and began to tenderly dry my freshly shorn brother. I ran the towel up and down his hard cock. Then over his entire chiseled form. He then reached for another towel, ran it between my legs, up my stomach and then over my large globular breasts. After he had completely dried me, he lifted me with his powerful arms, carried me from the bath and back to his bed. He slowly lowered me, and as he laid me back, he kissed me on the lips. “I think I’m ready for you now, little sister.” He softly spoke. “Do just one more thing for me, before you fuck me big brother.” I requested. “I want to see you stroke your hard cock like you used to when you thought I was sleeping, and you had been touching me. I always wished I could see your cock when you were jacking off after touching me. Will you do that for your little sister now?” I watched as my big brother began to run his large hand up and down his lean cock. He started with slow gentle strokes, and I had to reach down to play with my pussy. “You were always so caught up in your own jacking off that you never noticed that I was fingering myself while watching you back then, huh bro? Mmmm, that looks so hot! I love watching you stroke your cock while you imagine what it would feel like sliding into your baby sister’s pussy. Watch me finger my tight cunt while you stroke your hard cock, watch me!” John’s eyes were fixed on my cunt while I worked first one finger, then two, and finally three fingers in and out of my hole. “See how bad your baby sister wants you. I want that beautiful cock of yours as far inside of me as it can go! Ohhhhh, damn, I can’t wait to feel you fill me up and push that nice hard cock up inside of me. Oh, god, John, please fill me with your hard cock.” I begged. My brother continued to slowly stroke his hard cock as he lowered his head to my soaked cunt. I felt his warm breath against my pussy as he began to explore my puffy cunt with his tongue. “Mmmm, I love your bald pussy, baby sister. It’s so smooth and soft.” He worked his tongue around my outer labia and then over my blood filled clit. I put my cunt juice, covered fingers to his mouth and he began sucking on them. He released them from his mouth and then laid his head between my splayed legs. He was so slow and gentle in his touch and licking of my cunt and clit. His swirling tongue whisked around my clit, plunging into my pussy hole, and around my puckered anus. My big brother was causing me to quiver as he explored my wanton pussy! “Ahhh, John, turn around and lay on the bed so I can taste that fantastic cock of yours while you lick me. I want your hard dick in my mouth again.” I pleaded. John removed his head from between my legs. I looked up at his face, admiring the juices from my saturated cunt that had covered much of his mouth and chin. His lower face was covered with the wetness of his baby sister’s pussy! I positioned myself above him in a 69 position. I lowered my pussy onto his face as I gripped his hard cock and drew it into my mouth. His tongue one again darted in and out of my wet hole as I attempted to swallow his full, smooth, clean shaven, shaft. After some adjustment, I soon was taking his entire length into my mouth. I could feel John licking up more and more of the juices flowing out of my dripping cunt, while I continued to bob my head up and down on his shaft. “Oh, you are such a naughty little cocksucker!” John teased as he gently spanked my behind. “But, of such a fantastic cocksucker, too.” He groaned. I felt the minor waves of orgasm beginning to take hold of me as he gently swatted my ass and puffy pussy lips. My mouth began to work faster as he cupped his hand over my entire pubic area. I reached back and inserted one of my fingers between his and slid it into my wet cunt. I held his hand in place as I fingered myself and forced his hand to slide up and down, around my cunt. Little wave after little wave began to overtake me. I was nearly at the pinnacle of my orgasm when I also felt my brothers back arch and his cock twitch in my mouth. I cupped my hand around his tightened and wrinkled ball sack. I began swallowing jet after jet of his warm liquor. His mild, salty, taste as the warm fluid slipped down my throat and I attempted to drink all I could. I pumped his shaft as my saliva and what I couldn’t consume of his cum, dripped down his shaft. He was moaning loudly. I felt the hot flash of my own creamy, orgasm overwhelm my pussy and flow throughout my entire body. I knew my juices were now dripping from my cunt and I had to roll from my brother’s tongue as he flicked the droplets from my pussy and into his mouth. I lay next to him, my body drained, still holding his wet, flaccid, cock in my slender hand. I raised my head; I gave his limp cock one last tug, and rubbed the final drops of his jizz over my face. 4 We both lay there motionless except for our labored breathing. We were panting like animals. I had just had one of the most fantastic orgasms of my life, yet I wasn’t finished with my delectable brother yet. “Holy shit, John.” I huffed. “I’ve got to catch my breath, but I hope your going to be ready for my pussy in a few. I have to feel that fantastic cock of yours inside of me, so I hope you aren’t too spent!” “Jesusss, little sis! You are one tasty piece of pussy! Your cunt is delicious! Give me a couple of minutes, and I’m sure I can get hard for that yummy cunt of yours! This is just so wrong, it’s starting to get me hard just thinking of fucking my little sisters tight cunt. Oh, yeah. I’m definitely going to be “up” for round two!” “I think I can help you out, big brother. Or I mean help us both out. Damn, I want to feel you fucking me! Come over here and straddle my chest”. I requested. I had to touch my hot cunt and feel how much fluid was still easing down the crack of my ass. My brother had really made me cum, too! John slowly eased himself up and lifted one leg over me. I placed my brother’s now semi-erect cock between my breasts. “I’m going to suck this pretty cock tip while you use that nice shaft to fuck my titties. I want you to titty fuck me big brother. I spit a large glob of saliva into my hand and began to rub it between my tits and around my brothers hardening cock. I did this again, depositing another large glob of saliva in my hand and smearing it onto us. I then began to squeeze my tits around my brother’s cock and alternated flicking my tongue across his small cock hole, then sucking the entire tip into my mouth. John was now pushing my tits together and fucking them hard. “Damn, baby sister, I never would have imagined that your small little titties that I used to feel, would blossom into these beauties! You have the most perfect tits I have ever seen! The guys on my crew would go crazy if they ever saw these beauties! So perfect!” “Oh, so you think the guys you work with would like to see your baby sister’s tits?” I questioned. “Do you think they would like to see my big brother’s cock slipping around between them? Tell me what the guys you work with would say if they could see your baby sister’s tits!” I questioned. “Damn, sis, there isn’t a normal guy alive that wouldn’t pay to see these beautiful tits! You could make a fortune at the club we go to! Not that I’m suggesting you become a shaker or anything.” John retorted. “So you really think that guys would pay to see my titties, big brother? Maybe I should be charging you!” I teased. “Hell, I used to let you feel em for free and now I love you fucking them! Tell me what the guys would do to me, big brother?” I pressed. “Well I’m sure every one of them would love to be in my position right now! Hell if they could just see these pretty things, they would probably shoot their loads in their pants! Your tits are just fucking gorgeous!” He puffed. The thought of strange men that my brother worked with looking at my tits started to really get me wet again. I could just imagine me stripping for them, my brother with them at the shaker bar and then thinking of how badly all of them would love to swap places with my big brother right now. I could just imagine all of them at home later stroking their cocks and thinking of my body. Damn, I was getting really horny again! “What about my pussy, big brother? Do you think I have a pretty cunt? Would any of those guys like to see your baby sister’s pussy?” I quizzed again. “Holy shit sis, if they saw this beautiful shaved pussy of yours, I know they would definitely cum all over themselves! Your pussy is so perfect! Nice and pink! And damn, you taste so fucking good!” John reached behind to touch my wet cunt again. His finger slipped easily inside of me. I spread my legs for even better access. “So do you think they would like to put there finger inside of me like you are? Would they like to finger fuck your little sister too? Do you think that all of them would like to feel my mouth around there cocks like you did and have me suck them dry? Is my pussy really all that? I teased again, as I puckered my lips around the tip of his cock. “Shit, damn, baby sister! I don’t even want to think of what those guys would do if they saw a pussy as perfect as yours. So puffy and clean shaven! They would probably fuck each other thinking of your beautiful cunt! Jesusss cristo, you are so frigging hot and wet, Kimmie. You like thinking about a bunch of guys seeing your sexy body and wanting you so bad that they would suck each other off to be with you! Don’t you, you naughty little girl!” My brother jabbed. “Yea, it does make me really horny, big brother. Is that naughty thinking of how all the guys you work with and go to the strip clubs with, would love to see your baby sisters tits and cunt! Yea, it is getting me wet! Can’t you tell? Or did you think it was just you, and the thought that my buff big brother is fingering me, fucking my tits and me just dying to have your hard cock inside me that is getting me so wet?” I laughed. With that John slid off of my chest and positioned himself above me. His muscular arms planted on either side of me and his chiseled chest lurking above me. I reached down between his legs and wrapped my slender hand around his rigid shaft. I gently slid his hard cockhead up and down the wet slit of my pussy. I shivered just thinking that I was about to guide the first real cock of my life into my lusting pussy. And, that cock was the hard shaft attached to my very own brother. My juices were really flowing as I eased the tip against the opening of my cunt. I could feel my clit throbbing at the thought of the pounding it was about to receive. A good, hard, long, fuck, given to me by my dear loving brother. What would people think? What would mom and dad think if they knew what there children were about to do and had been doing for the last couple of hours. What would all of my brother’s crew think if they could see me getting fucked by their boss? I gasped as I drew the first few inches of my brother’s cock into me. John gently eased himself down a bit further, and I released my grip form his shaft. He took that as the signal to continue, and I soon felt my brothers cock slide all the way into me. He filled me up. My vaginal canal tensed to hold him in me. There was no pain, just a warm feeling that no plastic toy had ever given me. I felt my brother’s pubic bone pressing against mine. I reached behind him, holding his ass cheeks in my hands and attempted to further engulf him. I wrapped my legs around him and hooked them. I had kept my eyes open to watch his cock ease into me, and then to slowly withdraw, glistening with the warm lubrication created in my anxious pussy. I watched as my brothers cock would slowly disappear into my wet pussy and then withdraw, glistening again. I closed my eyes as his pace quickened; savoring the full sensation I was getting inside with each new plunge of his cock. My brother was fucking me! My brother was sliding his long, slender shaft in and out of his baby sister’s eager pussy! My cunt desired him! I wanted to cum on him and feel him fill my hot cunt with his warm seed. Goosebumps were forming on my hot flesh as my brother moaned and fucked me. My cunt, the cunt of his baby sister, was about to get filled with his hot sticky cum. Fuck I was loving this. I loved knowing that my pussy was gripping my brother’s cock. Gripping him so hard that he would soon be cumming and calling my name! I met his quickened thrust with thrusts of my own. I could feel his tight testicles slapping against my puckered ass hole. My big brother was fucking me for all he was worth. The sweat was dripping from him and falling onto me. Our bodies were hot and steamy. His cock and my pussy joined together as one. A forbidden and beautiful union. I felt one with my brother. There was immense pleasure in knowing that he was my first fuck. The hot flashes were building from inside my pussy, warmth flowing from my womanhood, throughout my body. My brothers slick cock, sliding smoothly in and out of my tight cunt. His smooth shaved cock, plunging as deep as it could into my pussy, his baby sister’s pussy! I let out a scream! “OH, SHIT, FUCK, JOHNNY! I’M CUMMING! SHIT YES BIG BROTHER! FUCK YOUR LITTLE SISTERS HOT CUNT! I LOVE YOUR COCK IN ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! YES, FUCK YOUR SISTER SO FUCKING HARD! AHHHHhhhh….. My breath had nearly left me. The most intense orgasm I had ever freaking experienced! And I could feel that they weren’t over. Another, bigger one seemed to be building as John pounded faster and harder into my cunt. He was biting into my shoulder! Not hard, but still biting. His sweaty chest pressed against my glowing red tits. The blood was rushing through all of my erogenous zones. I was beginning to climax again! I felt John’s cock pulsing inside of me. Quick, hard, fucking! Passionate, piston, pounding, fucking. His cock was throbbing inside me, his breath short and rapid. I felt his cock begin to shoot hot jet after hot jet of cum into my cunt! I was over the edge and so was he! Then a hot complete sensation, as I felt my loving brother collapse on top of me. My hips still bucking as we climaxed together! Heavy breathing. Sweat dripping. Bodies sliding together in complete union! Brother Sister Lovers Fucking Complete!!! My brother was heavy on top of me as I still held him inside me. My legs locked around his waist and my arms straining to reach around his chest and back. I felt his cock becoming smaller inside of me. Gradually shirking and withdrawing. I hated the void feeling that was replacing the fullness that I had just experienced. After a few more minutes I felt my brothers cock completely slide out of me and a warm flow of liquids began to run down the crack of my butt. I knew my brothers cum was spilling out of me. It felt warm, pooling on the sheets below my ass. John eventually rose up from me. His eyes were glassy and his face was flush. “That was the most magnificent sex I have ever experienced, Kimmie. I think I now know what real lovemaking is. It’s not just sex and fucking, but feeling love too. You are so damn beautiful. I want this to go on forever. I want you to stay here with me always, my lover. Never leave! My brother rolled off of me. I pushed my butt out of the wet spot and lay on my side next to him. He began to spoon me. Both of us drifting into a satisfied and blissful sleep.

April My name is April Caughman. This is a story of the day that changed my life. I was 18 when it happened. I am 5'10" with long brown hair. My 36c breast always caught the attention of most straight males. I have been involved with Cheerleading my whole life. So my body was lean with long muscular legs. I was the Cheerleading Captain for my high school. While most of my friends dated a lot I had only had a couple boyfriends. I had sex once before and had given a few hand jobs, but nothing more than that. My sexual experience was limited to say the least. What I didn't know was that all of that was about to change. I went to a friend’s beach house for a party one weekend. Of course my parents thought that I was sleeping over at another friend’s house, so they had no clue that I was out having a good time. I was wearing a black string bikini top and a pair of short denim shorts over my string bikini bottoms. It seemed like everyone from our school was there. It was crazy. As the night went one and the more we drank the more obvious it would be that some guys at the party were staring at my breast, ass or long legs. I loved teasing them. Little did I know this would come back to bite me. I had a little too much to drink that night. Everyone starting leaving the party around 2:00am. All that was left at the house was my friend Michelle who was out on the beach making love to her boyfriend, a few people passed out drunk and a small group of freshman from our school. The freshman (Ronnie, John and Craig) were all dorks, very unpopular kids so I wasn't sure how they got invited but I was way too drunk to really care. All I knew for sure was that those little shits were molesting me with their eyes. It was like they didn't care if I saw them staring at my breast and legs. It was late and I decided to head upstairs to find a bedroom that I could crash in. After looking around a bit I found the Master bedroom was empty, so I made my way into the room and turned on the TV. A couple minutes later Ronnie, John and Craig walked into the room. “This room is taken, so go find another one freshman", I said with a little snicker. John turned around and shut and locked the door. "We know it is, but we thought that you wouldn't mind sharing it with us. I'm sure you've shared a bedroom with three men before", Craig said before giving the other two a high five. I stood up and said, “get out now or you'll regret this". As soon as the words left my mouth Ronnie stepped up and punched me two quick times in my stomach. I fell to the bed gasping for air. “Get her arms", John yelled. Ronnie and Craig quickly pinned my arms to the mattress. John pulled a pocket knife out and said, “do you want me to cut up that pretty face of your bitch". “No please don't hurt me", I begged. "Keep your mouth shut and do exactly what we say and you'll be ok. If you don't I'll dice your face up until no one can recognize the bloody mess that will be left". John sat down on the bed next to me and said, “We’re going to fucking gang bang you like the whore you are. So you better fuck as good as you look or things won't end well for you". “No please, please don't rape me. I'm not like that. Please let me go I won't tell anyone", I said as I began to cry. John's eyes drifted from my face to my breast. My hard nipples were poking against the thin fabric of bikini top. John put his hand on my shoulder and slowly slid it down to my breast. His fingers slid under my bikini as he began pinching one of my nipples. "Let me see them big titties", John said as he used both hands to tear my bikini top off my body, quickly throwing it to the floor. I was in shock as he bent over and began sucking on my hard nipples and squeezing my large breast. “Look at those tits", the other boys cheered as they began using their free hands to cup and squeeze whichever breast John wasn't sucking. John moved on the bed so he was over me. ”You’ve got some big tits April. Let’s see what else you have", John said has he unbuttoned my shorts. He quickly pulled them off me leaving me in my string bikini bottom. John put a hand on both sides of my bikini bottom and slowly slid my string bikini down my long tan muscular legs. I was so humiliated. I couldn't believe that I was completely naked in front of these boys. I had boyfriends that hadn't seen me naked, now these dorks loved my naked, exposed and helpless body. “Oh my god she shaves her pussy bald", Craig said with excitement. I tried to look away as John moved his hand up my muscular thigh and in-between my legs. I felt one of his fingers begin to work its way in and out of my slit. He's finger fucking me, I thought. John said remember, I said do exactly as we said or you know what will happen". I said, “I know. I promise, just don't hurt me". "Let go of her arms she's not going to fight back, are you April?” John said. "No, but you don't have to do this please let me go", I begged. Craig said," me first". Craig release my arm and stood up. He quickly got undressed. Craig was a tall and heavy kid. He was easily 250lbs. I was amazed that I could still see his 10" rock hard cock bouncing underneath his big gut as he approached me. He laid down on the king sized mattress next to me and said, “Suck me off bitch. You're going to swallow my whole load". I got up on my hands and knees and moved my head over stiff cock. I wrapped one hand around his shaft and bent down and took his manhood past my pouty lips into my mouth. It was disgusting. His cock tasted like gym socks. I knew I had no other choice so I began to suck and stroke his cock as my head bounced up and down on it. Craig reached down with one of his hands and cupped one of my large breasts pinching my nipple between his fingers. "Oh yeah, suck my cock slut", Craig said as his breathing started to speed up. John slapped my muscular ass making it bounce. "Suck it bitch, suck him off", John said with a laugh. John then began fingering my bald slit from behind while I sucked on Craig's cock. Craig released my breast and put both hands on my head as he began pumping his hips. "This fat ass whole is fucking my face", I thought as he began pushing my head down further until my chin was on his ball sack. His hard hairy ball sack kept slapping my chin. I could taste something salty in my mouth. I quickly realized it was his precum. The idea of him cuming in my mouth made me gag, but Craig just kept fucking my face. My eyes looked around the room only to see Ronnie naked jacking off while he watched me suck Craig's cock. Craig held my head with one hand while the other went back to squeezing my big swinging breast. "Oh shit, here it comes. I never thought a girl like you would suck me off. You better swallow my whole load or I'll fuck you up. My lips were wrapped tight around his cock as more and more pre-cum began to leak into my mouth. "Oh yeah, oh shit, here I cum slut, swallow my load", Craig yelled as he held my head in place with one of his hands. Suddenly I felt his cock twitch in my mouth as he began to shoot his warm salty cum into my mouth. I knew I had no other choice so I began swallowing his load while I stroked his shaft. He just kept cumming, so I kept swallowing. I thought I was going to throw up, but I knew if I did I would be as good as dead. The other boys cheered me on as I swallowed Craig's warm, salty cum. John pumped two of his fingers in and out of my tight slit until I could feel his knuckle hitting my clit. As soon as I finished swallowing Craig’s cum I released his cock from my mouth and fell to the bed. I began crying. I had never had anyone cum in my mouth before. Now my first time was with this dorky, fat freshman. I was in hell. John was next. He told me to spread my legs. “No please", I begged. "Shut up and do it April", John said sharply. I rolled on my back and spread my legs. I felt so dirty being naked in front of these boys with my long muscular legs spread apart. In school I wouldn't have ever spoken to these dorks. Now they were forcing me to have sex with them. John got undressed pulled out some KY and put it on his cock and then on my slit. I was so scared. I had only had sex one time and it lasted maybe three minutes. I was really scared because John's cock was easily 12"long and 3" thick. I couldn't imagine how he was going to get that thing inside of me without tearing me apart. John moved so he was lying on top of me. He sucked on my breast for a minute or two. Then it began to happen. I felt him line the head of his cock up to my slit. I closed my eyes as I knew what was about to happen. The KY made it easy for his cock to slowly sink inside of me with each pump. "Damn you are one tight bitch April, maybe you weren't lying when you said that weren't a slut", John said before quickly forcing his mouth over mine. I could feel his tongue inside of my mouth while he slowly sunk is long thick cock into my tight slit. John held one of my large breasts with one hand while the other hand was gripping my muscular thigh. I could feel my slit stretching as it tried to allow his thick cock access. After a few minutes of slow and steady pumps John grabbed a handful of my hair and said, "Look at me April. Look me in the eyes". I opened my eyes and looked at John. His face was covered with zits. I couldn't believe this was happening. As soon as my eyes locked on his he said, “take this you sexy bitch". Then with one swift hard pump he forced his thick cock all the way inside of my slit. He began pumping his thick cock in and out of my body with a vengeance. “Sexy stuck up bitches like you would never give me or my boys the time of day. Now look at your ass. Your sexy legs are spread and I'm the one fucking your tight pussy", John said as he laid on top of me fucking the shit out of me. Suddenly he slowed his pumping down and bent down so he could suck on my nipples. Each nipple was hard as a rock from the sucking and pinching. He released my nipple from his mouth and put one hand on one of my large breast and the other grabbed my hair. He went back to slowly but deeply pumping my helpless body up and down on the mattress. My breast bounced up and down with each deep thrust. I thought his thick cock was going to rip me in half. My slit was wrapped like a glove around his cock. “I love your tight pussy, April. We should do this more often", John said as he stared at my sexy athletic naked body underneath him. He started letting out a solid grunt with each pump. I could feel his hard ball sack slapping my body each time he thrust his cock into me. "Please don't cum in me. Please pull out", I begged. John just laughed. He was in a zone as he pumped my naked body full of his thick long cock. My breast jiggled with each thrust. The other boys all cheer John on. John said, "Look at me April. I want to look you in those big blue eyes as I cum". Again I begged him to pull out. John grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to look him in the eyes. "Damn, you are one tight piece of ass. I can't hold back any longer. Get ready I'm going to blow my load in you", John said as he stared me in the eyes. He pumped his cock in and out of me a few more times. Then he buried his cock deep inside my tight slit. "Oh shit, here I cum April", John said loudly. He let out a loud groan. I felt his cock twitch and pulse as he started cuming inside of me. I let out a gasph. I could feel his cock shooting his warm cum deep inside of my helpless body. I just laid there as he continued to milk every last bit of cum from his cock into my slit. After about a minute his limp cock slid out of my slit making a popping sound as exited my body. "You are a GREAT fuck April", John said as he got off me and put his boxers back on. I began to cry heavily as I felt his warm cum leak from my slit down my ass cheek. Ronnie quickly flipped me over. “Get on your hands and knees bitch", he said angrily. I slowly raised myself up on my hands and knees. Ronnie got on the bed behind me. He ran his hands up my long legs and over my muscular thighs. We gave my ass a quick slap. Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so my eyes were facing the ceiling. “Get ready, because I'm going to fuck the shit out of your sexy cunt, rough and hard", Ronnie said as he guided the head of his penis into my slit. John's cum acted as a lubricant because Ronnie easily began pushing his cock inside of me. Then with one violent thrust he shoved his cock all the way up me. I let out a gasp has I felt his hairy ball sack hit my clit. He began fucking me hard from behind. He let go of my hair and reach around and cupped my swinging breast. Then he leaned back and put both hands on my waist. The other two boys cheer him on as he fucked me violently. My muscular ass jigged with each thrust of his cock. Suddenly John got on the bed in front of me. His hard cock poked me in the face. "Open your mouth and suck me off April", John said. I opened my mouth and began to suck John's cock while Ronnie fucked me from behind. My large breast swung back and forth with each one of Ronnie's hard thrust. He was pounding the shit out of my slit with his ball sack. John began pumping his hips as I sucked his cock. I was so humiliated if it ever got out that I was gangbanged by these dorks no one would ever want anything to do with me. I gasped for air as John shoved his cock down my throat. After a couple of minutes I began to taste his salty precum. I knew what was going to happen next so I prayed for it all to be over quickly. John said, “You’re going to make me cum again. Swallow every last drop you sexy whore". Then he put both hands on my heads and pulled his thick cock halfway out of my mouth so the head of his cock was resting on my tongue. His cock twitched a couple of times as he shot his warm salty cum into my mouth. I gaged at first, but then knowing I had no other real choice I began to swallow his cum. He shot stream after stream of cum into my mouth as Ronnie kept fucking the shit out of me from behind. Finally when I finished swallowing his load, john got off the bed and slapped Craig a high five. The boys were talking about how my muscular ass was bouncing with each one of Ronnie's deep thrust. Ronnie was in heaven. “I’m going to pump you full of my cum you little slut. Next time you’re cheering in front of our school crowd look for me and remember this night", Ronnie said. My slit was wrapped very tightly around his cock. I could feel his tight ball sack slapping my body. "Oh shit this bitch is tight. I'm not going to last much longer", he said. I could still taste John's cum in my mouth. That was the only thing keeping me from focusing on the hard fucking my young athletic body was taking from behind. Ronnie said, “I haven't gotten off in weeks. I hope you enjoy this, because I'm going to cum deep inside of you". "Please no!” I screamed. It was of no use Ronnie was in heaven fucking me doggy style. "Take this you sexy bitch", Ronnie said as he slammed his cock all the way up me. I felt his cock pulsate and twitch inside of me as it poured load after load of his warm cum into my helpless body. I felt warm all over. It felt like he had shot a gallon of cum inside my slit. Ronnie continued to pump my naked body making sure that every bit of his cum was inside of me. Finally his cock went limp and slid out of my tight abused slit. I felt Ronnie's warm cum leak down my muscular thigh. I was in such shock that I didn't notice Craig moving behind me to take Ronnie place. Craig put one hand on my shoulder while the other guided his thick cock up my abused slit. He began drilling me hard. It was getting hard to hold myself up, but I knew I had no choice. "Damn even with all the cum this slut has inside of her she is still one tight bitch. I bet that ass is even tighter", Craig said as he reached for the tube of ky on the bed. He put some KY on his two of his fingers. He then began shoving them up my little ass whole. "Please, anything but that, please stop. Cum inside of me, I want to feel you cum", I begged. Craig pulled his cock out of my tight slit and began shoving it up my ass. My hands clinch the bed sheet as I felt my ass whole stretch trying to allow him access. After about a minute of slow steady pumps his long cock was deep inside my ass. "It hurts, please stop", I screamed as Craig pumped the full weight of his body into each thrust. "Oh god, she has got one tight ass. I'm can't hold back very long", Craig said to the other boys. " Fuck that stuck up bitch's ass", John said as he cupped one of my swinging breast. Craig began pumping his long cock in and out of my ass. My ass cheeks jiggled each time Craig's fat gut slap my naked body from behind. I could feel his hard ball sack slapping my asswhole. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum in your ass April", Craig said. I didn't care I just wanted this to be over. He pumped my helpless body a few more times. Then he let out an unholy groan and he cock unleashed his warm cum into my ass. He kept pumping his cock in and out of my ass milking all of the cum from his cock. When his limp cock slid out of my ass whole I collapsed on the bed crying as the boys all slapped each other high fives talking about how they had "owned my ass". I was so humiliated as I felt all of their cum inside of me and tasted it in my mouth. The rest of the night the gang banged me a few more times before finaly leaving my naked abused body laying on the bed. I never told anyone what happened because I was afraid what people would say and think about me. Whenever I see those boys in school they always blow me a kiss or give me a dirty look. It's been months now and I still get scared whenever I'm alone. I'll never forget what they did to me.

My brother is a hunk. I had never thought about him in a really sexual way until just a few months ago. I had always admired how well built and athletic he was, but thinking of him as a fuck buddy had never really crossed my mind. That is until this past summer. John was just going to graduate from high school and I was in my sophomore year in college. John had called me about coming to tour our campus and spending the weekend to find out about college life. I live on a coed floor with my roommate, Kami, so I talked to her about how we could arrange to have John stay with us. "He can sleep in my bed with me!" Was her first response. "I don't think I would be able to sleep in this room with my brother screwing you and you moaning and screaming the way you do." I laughed. "Well, these pictures of your brother have gotten me off on more than one occasion." Kami taunted, as she rubbed her crotch and pushed her pelvis toward one of the photos I had of John and I. "Kami, you are twisted. How do you think I could sleep in here knowing that my brother was in bed with you going at it? Now stop rubbing yourself, please!" I replied. We later talked about just letting John sleep on our floor, but then Kami said she would either stay at her boyfriends or she would sleep in one of our friends rooms so that John could have a bed. As the weekend of John's arrival approached, Kami brought up what we would do to entertain him. "I know." She started. "How about we get him to enter the male strip competition at Roscoe's?" She questioned. I laughed. "You can't be serious. I'm not going to have my brother stripping for you while he is up here." "Well, I'm not the only one who would add money to the till to see him strip down to nothing." She commented. "Besides, you seem to have always enjoyed yourself at Roscoe's for every other performance there." She jibed. "Well, none of those involved my brother." I retorted. "So don't look up at his face! Just keep your eyes on the prize, as you say! She chuckled. "Damn, you are warped, Kami!" I replied Well, that Friday night, after touring campus and sitting in on a couple of my classes, John, Kami and I were sipping a few cold ones, when Kami threw the idea out to John. "Hey, John?" She questioned. "How would you like to make a couple of hundred bucks while you are here?" "Oh yeah, and how would I do that?" My brother responded. "Well, you could have some fun while you did it." Kami teased. "All you have to do is win the male stripper competition at this all ages club that your sister and I go to every now and then." "What?" John laughed. "My big sister watches male strippers? Who would have guessed? But I'm not so sure I could do that in front of my big sister." He continued. "Ah, come on." Kami replied. "There are at least 10 girls on our floor that would pay extra to see you strip there, even if you don't win." I was somewhat embarrassed and blushing at Kami's comments and John's seeming willingness to go along. Not to mention the fact that thinking of my friends paying to see my brother take his clothes off was a bit unthinkable. "So you don't think I could win the grand prize?" John huffed. "Well, let me tell you, I've got some sweet dance moves and I haven't seen a guy here who has a body as buff as mine." John chided. "Well," Kami replied. "If you do win the guys competition, maybe I will compete in the women's." She stated. I thought that Kami must have had a few too many beers and replied, "Yea right, you're gonna get up on that stage and strip for my brother?" "If, and I say if, he wins, maybe I will." Kami responded. "Oh, now you have my interest." John replied as he looked my roommate up and down. "Tell you what, I'll do it if you promise you will dance too." John looked at Kami and ME! "No way!" I responded. "I'm not getting up on stage and taking my clothes off for a bunch of guys, let alone my own brother!" I stated. "Come on Nicole." Kami jumped in. "It will be a good time. Just think, it will give us both a chance at the women's prize and a bunch of fun too! Now how bout we all have a shot and I'll round up the rest of the floor." "I'll go, but no promises from me on getting on stage." I replied. "That's good enough for now." Kami replied as she headed out our door to round up our friends. The club wasn't very full when we arrived and the doorman didn't even bother to check our ID's, even though we all had fakes, including John. He just strapped the yellow, "21" bracelets on us and let us in. "First round is on me." Kami, stated. "But we have to go to the bar and sign up to compete and get our drinks." Kami talked with the bartender for a minute as we all hung behind, then she said, "The bartender says there is no charge for the first 3 rounds, if the three of us are going to enter the competition. So what do you say Nicole?" I thought for a moment and I guess the beers we had before we arrived must have taken over, "All right." Was the next thing I heard coming from my mouth. Kami and John high fived each other and I wanted to instantly take back my agreement. But before I knew what was happening, the bartender had lined up 9 shots of Bacardi 151. Three for each of us. "Oh, and one other thing." The bartender threw in. "You each have to do these as body shots off of each other, for the show." "You're joking." I replied. "No, it's part of our new promo with the Bacardi distributor," he responded. "So feel free to take the stage and do your body shots now." He smiled. Kami and John quickly grabbed the shots and I grudgingly followed. Kami lay down on the stage first and all of our friends began to holler and applaud. Thank god there weren't too many other people there yet, because Kami slowly wriggled her pants down past her hips. I could see where her clearly visible tan line and I knew if she went any further, my brother wouldn't have to wait any longer to see her pussy! "Kami! I commanded. "Stop right there or no one will have to wait to see you strip." "Relax," she laughed. "I am just giving Johnny a little motivation." She smirked and winked at John. "Now pour your shot into my belly button and lap away, John." She directed. John didn't hesitate. He poured his shot into Kami's drawn in stomach, swirled his tongue around her navel are and down to her tan line, then sucked up the shot. Kami got goose bumps and for some reason, I got jealous. "Now off of me, John!" I commanded. I lay down next to Kami and opened the fly on my jeans to reveal my entire midsection and the beginning of my pubic mound. I was well aware that my brother could now see most of my clean shaven mons, but for some reason, found this competition against Kami, arousing. Once again, I sucked in my stomach and John poured his shot into my belly button. He swirled his tongue around my midsection, just the way he had with Kami. Then my brother shocked me by slipping his tongue below my pant level and I felt his hot breath as he darted his tongue into the very top of my pussy slit. I nearly lost my breath. I had been holding my stomach in and was about ready to exhale a reprimand directed toward John for his actions when the crowd began to go wild. Apparently a large group of guys from school had arrived and were cheering as my brother gulped his shot from my navel. I felt the juices begin to flow in my pussy. Damn, this wasn't supposed to happen! I wasn't supposed to get sexually excited by my brother and the cheering crowd! What was happening to me? Not to be outdone, Kami began to writhe on the floor and slowly raise her tummy shirt. She had now clearly exposed her breasts to John and I and was pinching her nipples as John slowly poured his last shot onto her exposed breasts and licked away at her boobs! I felt my competitive juices, as well as others, begin to flow. I too raised my shirt, exposing my firm tits to my brother and everyone else! All I could hear were the chants of "MORE, MORE, MORE!" from the crowd as my brother dribbled his last shot onto my exposed breasts, took my nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. My nipples were the hardest they had ever been! John licked first one tit and then the other! Damn, I was getting wet! My pussy seemed on fire! The crowd continued to chant as my brother nursed my tits and slowly licked the liquid from my breasts. "Mmmm, Nicole, your tits are dee-licious!" John whispered into my ear as his hand brushed against my tummy and he slipped his hand inside the front of my jeans. My pussy gushed and my clit hardened as I felt his finger brush against it. But, just as quickly, it disappeared. Now Kami was pouring her shot over my tits and licking them! John joined in again. It was hot enough to have my brother licking my tits, but now my roommate was too! Jesus, I was over the edge! The next thing I know, several of the girls from my floor, had gotten on stage and were pouring shots onto my body. Several landed in my crotch area and the next thing I knew, Kami and John were taking turns sucking on my pussy through my pants! That was more than I could take! I was so frigging horny, I had to have some relief! I jumped up, grabbed my brothers and Kami's hand and we all ran out of the club! I could still hear the crowd cheering form inside as Kami and I both pulled our shirts back down. We were in the parking lot but I was unsure what to do or say! "We have to get out of here." I finally muttered. We got into my brothers car. All three of us in the front seat. Kami was in the middle and John was driving. As we pulled out of the lot, John noticed the drive thru liquor store across the street. "How bout we continue this back at your room." John quizzed us. "I'm up for it!" Kami jumped in. I was still a bit tipsy from our beers earlier and my head wasn't thinking as I said, "Me too!" As soon as we pulled away from the liquor store window, Kami had pulled John's cock from his pants. I'm not sure who was more shocked. John or I, that his dick was now clearly exposed to Kami and I. He was truly impressive. His cock was hard instantly and I am guessing just over 8 inches. As Kami's mouth engulfed my brothers cock, I slid my pants down and began to finger my soaking wet pussy. John nearly went off the road on several occasions as he strained, watching me squeezing my tits and playing with my pussy, as my roommate sucked on his hard cock. "OK, OK, Kami, you have to stop before I blow my load and kill all of us! My brother struggled Kami raised her head and gave me a wanton look. I had never seen this from her before. We both had been naked around each other, but I never thought that either of us had sexual feelings toward the other. How quickly that changed. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment, but as Kami looked at me, she lifted my hand from my crotch, pulled my pussy soaked fingers to her mouth, sucked my juices from them and stated, "You have to wait too, baby!" For the next few moments, nothing was said and we all chugged heartily from the bottle of 151. I was hotter than ever and all I cared about was quenching this fire. Kami gently caressed my breasts and said, "Well lets cover up all of these yummy play things until we get up to our room. Agreed?" I pulled my pants up as John pulled into our parking lot and his cock had gone down enough to slip back into his pants. We all nearly sprinted for our room and locked the door behind us. Kami was standing behind me and John was in front. As one of Kami's hands groped my breasts, she slid my pants to the floor with the other. John saw her struggling and was soon on his knees in front of me, pulling them the rest of the way down. Here I was, my roommate slipping her hands under my shirt and slowly kneading my tits, while my baby brother was on his knees, now lapping away at my exposed slit. I lifted one leg and rested against Kami's chest as John slipped one leg from my pants, freeing me to spread my legs wider. My knee's weakened and I slowly crumpled to the floor with John now darting his tongue in and out of my dripping pussy. I was extremely aroused by my brother tongue fucking me and his fingers probing my wet slit as he began to suck on my clitoris. Kami was removing her clothes and was soon straddling my face. I began to hesitantly flick my tongue over her wet slit and clit. It was a new sensation for me. I won't deny that I had sometimes thought about sex with another woman, but not my roommate and my brother! As John continued to stimulate my pussy with his tongue and fingers, I was soon greedily lapping away at and finger fucking my roomie! We were all moaning and then I realized that John had stood to remove his clothes. I stopped my licking to admire his sculpted body and rock hard cock. It aroused me more to know that my brother had gotten so hard from eating his sister's pussy! I now wanted him inside me! I wanted my baby brother to fuck my lights out! "Oh, God, John. Put that awesome cock inside of me!" I huskily commanded! "Not so fast, baby." Kami stammered. "I want to watch your hunky brother fuck your lights out to and then finish on me, but not until I get to taste that hard cock of his again and you lick my cunt some more." Kami continued. So I went back to licking her sweet pussy. She was clean shaven, like me, and tasted fantastic. I rapidly licked her wet hole, fingered her and rubbed her hard clit as she hungrily sucked on my brothers cock. After what seemed like hours but was really only minutes, Kami said, "Are you ready for this hard cock now Nicole? I think your baby brother would just love to feel his cock slide into his sisters yummy, tight pussy. Wouldn't you Johnny boy? "Oh, yeah." John responded. "I want to fuck my sisters sweet cunt." I was so wet as Kami dismounted my face and guided my brothers throbbing cock down to my wet pussy. Kami held his cock as he lay down on top of me. She guided him to my wet slit and ran his cock head over my wet pussy. I looked down to admire his cock and could see the glistening pre-cum stretching from his hard cock to my wet slit. Kami was teasing us both. Then suddenly she plunged his cock head into me. My brothers cock was now inside the entrance of my pussy. Kami pulled the puffy mound of my cunt open and my brother drove the entire length of his long, fat, cock into my tight waiting pussy. I gasped as he filled me up. I don't think I had ever experienced such a filling cock. My brother was now pumping in and out of my spread pussy. Kami lay beside us and began to finger her pussy as she watched my brothers cock slide in and out of me. "MMMM, Oh yeah, Johnny, fuck your big sisters cunt. Fuck that forbidden cunt good! Feel how wet that cunt is for her baby brother's hard cock. Fuck her cunt! Fuck that cunt! Feel your sister push that cunt up on you. Her cunt wants you!" Kami cursed. Her use of the word cunt got me hotter! I usually don't like the word, but as my brother filled me and withdrew, I began to repeat Kami's words. "Oh yes, baby brother! Fuck your big sisters CUNT! This wet cunt wants you so bad! Fuck my cunt. Fuck the cunt. My CUNT, MY CUNT IS SO FUCKING WET FOR YOUR COCK! FUCK THIS CUNT, IT'S YOUR CUNT! FUCK ME HARD. FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM! FILL THIS CUNT UP!" I ordered. Kami's hand once again gripped the base of my brothers cock as I felt him enlarge inside of me and I knew he was just a few strokes from cumming inside me. My pussy gripped him as he took one last plunge and the pulsing of his cock stimulated my inner pussy. The muscles of my cunt worked his cock to draw all of his cum into me. He panted. "Oh yes, I'm coming inside my big sisters tight cunt! You feel so fucking good Nicole! I love my big sister's cunt. I want to fuck this cunt forever! OH god yes! John's pulsing gradually subsided as he lay on me. Our sweaty bodies nearly melting together. I wanted this feeling to last forever. I never wanted John to take his cock from inside my wet pussy. He was gradually shirking and began to slip out of me. I felt sad for a moment, but still so satisfied. Kami interrupted my thoughts. "Now it's my turn to feel that stiff cock inside my wet cunt! Nicole, she commanded, It's your turn to suck your baby brother's cock back to life, so that I can have my turn. I want to watch you watch your brother's big cock slide into my wet cunt. Put your cock in her mouth, Johnny! Make your big sister suck all of her naughty pussy juices off of your cock and get you hard again. Lick up you pussy juices and your baby brothers cum, Nicole." John lifted from me and placed his nearly flaccid cock at my lips. I was about to begin sucking my baby brother's cock. He had just filled my wet pussy with his cum and now I was sucking our mixed juices from his cock. In just a matter of a few moments, he was getting hard again. I cupped his shaved ball sack with my hand as I lavished his dick. Damn he tasted good. Our cum juices tasted good. I liked having my brother's hardening cock in my mouth, even as I felt our fluids begin to flow out of my pussy. It seemed like gallons of cum were dripping from me as I suck John. "Oh my sexy roommate is getting her brother hard again. Johnny likes fucking his sister's mouth too, don't you Johnny? Get hard inside of my roommate's sweet mouth. Yes." Then Kami slipped a finger inside my pussy and swirled it around. My pussy was still so hot. She fingered me for a moment, then inserted a second and third finger. My pussy had been stretched and now my mouth was being too. My brother was holding the back of my head as I tried to take all of him into my mouth. Kami had used our cum to coat her fingers and I could feel her probing around my damp schpincter. She slowly worked her fingers in and out of both my pussy and tight ass hole. I had refused this to boyfriends before, but somehow, nothing seemed out of bounds with her now. Her fingers were arousing me, again, as was my brother's now fully erect cock in my mouth. "He looks like he's hard again, Nicole. Is his cock hard enough to stick into your roommates pussy now?" She questioned, as she shoved her fingers into my anus and pussy! "MMMM, he's hard for you now Kami." I responded. "I want to watch my baby brother fuck your tight pussy. I want to see his cock go inside of you nice shaved cunt. Now you will be his CUNT! Give your cunt to my baby brother. Take his cock and cum inside your juicy cunt!" I encouraged. Kami stood and bent over her desk. "I want you to fuck me from behind, Johnny. Guide your brothers cock into my wet cunt, Nicole. I want him to fuck my tight cunt hole. Fuck this cunt now, John! John reached out to hold Kami's slender hips and I pulled his cock up to her open pussy. Her puffy shaved pussy lips looked beautiful. I felt happy for my brother as I slowly pushed his cock into Kami's tight hole. She moaned as I removed my hand and John buried himself inside Kami. They both stood motionless for a moment, apparently enjoying the sensation of being joined. Then suddenly, Kami began to rapidly push back and withdraw from my brothers hard cock. I moved to the side to watch as my brother's hard cock would disappear then reappear from within Kami's smooth, wet pussy. "Oh yes, John. Fuck that sweet cunt like you fucked me. Fuck her like you fucked your big sisters pussy! Your fucking dick is so nice. Let Kami feel that hard, slick cock way up inside of her wet CUNT. Use her cunt. Her cunt is yours! Fuck that cunt." I commanded, much as Kami had with me. I was so turned on again. I got hot watching my brother fucking my roommate. I reached up and pinched John's nipples as he fucked Kami from behind. His chest was so muscular and I cupped his big pectoral muscles and watched his as flex as he drove into Kami's pussy. I then pushed some books aside, and slid on to of Kami's desk. I positioned my pussy in front of her face and waited for her begin her magic on my cunt as she took a pounding from my brothers cock. As she rocked back and forth from her fucking, she would lap at my pussy with each thrust. I leaned back and pulled my legs to my chest. Kami began to lick the entire length of my slit, from my pussy opening to my puckered ass hole. Kami licked and moaned as John watched her eating my ass and pussy. I was moaning and writhing as I came again. Kami's head fell flat against the desk and her hair pushed against my pussy as my brother was surely filling her cunt with his cum. "Yes, baby brother. Cum up inside that wet, hot, pussy! Let her feel you fill her like you filled me. Pump that cum into her tight cunt hole." John's thrusts shortened and I knew he had nearly finished pumping his load inside of Kami's pussy. Then he just stopped and held her slender hips as he pulled her tight against him. They both were motionless, except for their heavy breathing. I knew the glow that I could see in Kami's sweaty face. My brother still had his eyes closed as he reached down to pick Kami up from below her knee joints. He slowly lifted her, and with his cock still inside her, took the few short steps back to her bed. He sat down, still buried inside her pussy. I got up from the desk top and walked over to where they were seated. I lowered my face to Kami's pussy, and began to lick what was exposed of my brothers shaft. I licked his still taught ball sack and the small amount of shaft that wasn't still inside of Kami. Kami shook as my tongue then ran up and down the puffy outer lips and mons of her pussy. "Oh, jesus." She moaned. "I'm not sure how much more stimulation my cunny can handle." She slowly began to rock back and forth on my brother's slowly softening cock. I could taste her pussy juices mixed with John's cum. oozing from her loosening pussy grip. Gradually, John's cock slipped out of Kami and I finished lapping up their cum. Kami, fell back onto John and I crawled into bed with the two of them. As we all began to regain our senses we snuggled together in the bed. It was only after a few moments that I realized that some our friends were knocking at our door and shouting. "Hey you guys, let us in! We want some too!" None of us moved but gradually drifted off to sleep, together. It wasn't until the next day that we found out how our friend Laura had used a small mirror and her camera phone and it's video capabilities to take several incriminating pictures and short footage, from under the door!

Hey everyone. Twenty minutes ago, I received a PM in my inbox from an anonymous sender that contained the city and state that I live in, with the threat that, if I did not take down Chapter 19, they would continue to look for me until they found my actual address. Why did they only want that chapter instead of the whole story? I don't know. I'm not really sure of anything right now, especially with the anti-"She is the One" cult that seems to have suddenly sprung up with quite a few new users being registered just to downvote the story. Whatever the reason, the threat is scary in how close it is to being real so, unfortunately, I have to give in. I'm sorry. I'm no stranger to threats. Throughout most of middle school and high school, I was bullied and threatened a lot, so I've gotten used to it. Most of the time, it's just big words from small people. But some anonymous person being close to finding out where I actually live? That's scary. And I can deal with people using the Internet from some really dumb and scary things, like attacking my stories with bots that make 10 negative votes in less than a minute. That's scary but I can deal with that. Potentially putting out my address for people to see? Particularly if those people, for whatever reason, might wish me harm? That's another story entirely. It's scary. Worse still, I'm not sure how to report it. To the admins? They can't do much in the way of tracking. To the cops? Then I'd have to explain about my stories and...yeah, that kind of fizzles out right as soon as it's thought. So I don't know what to do, aside from taking down the chapter. They've got me by the nuts and I have to fold. To whoever sent it...are you happy now? Is this what you wanted? Was it worth it? Do you feel better knowing that you have sufficiently scared me to the point where I am forced to take down a section of the story you could have just not read? That's part of a series that you could just not read if something about it offended you so much? I've tried to be calm and collected about all this but this...this was too much. I wish there was a way of knowing who you are so I could report you but...anonymity makes that impossible. Sigh...I don't understand it. I really don't. I can deal with people not liking the story, believe me. They have their own reasons, I am sure, but this was just too much. Chapter 19 had been getting slammed with negative votes that were clearly only negative as personal attacks, not a commentary on the quality of the story. With users like 'Jashley' and 'jashleybashful' suddenly coming into the picture to downvote the story, yeah, I'm going to take that as personal. Then, of course, there's the user who keeps commenting on my stories, having given me the name 'niggr', who claims to have someone trying to track me. Is this just a troll looking for some attention or is this the person who actually sent me the message? I don't know. I wish I did. Unfortunately, I have no idea what to do. The message was sent anonymously and I don't even know how they'll react to this message. But I figured all of the fans should know. You have all been fantastic for supporting me with all this bullshit. It's just been consistently wearing me down and, a couple of times, I've thought about stopping the series just because of the sheer amount of hate I've been getting. Personally. Not directed at the story but directed at me. But you all have been so great and so supportive that I knew I had to keep going. Unfortunately, there's no way the fans can help me with this. When someone's actively coming after me, potentially putting me and my wife in danger, that's when I have to take action, no matter how bad it is. I wish I didn't have to. I wish I could keep going, just to spite them and please the fans, but this has me scared and...well, I have to do what I need to do. I might post the chapter again sometime but not anytime soon, not while this threat remains. I hope it goes away. I hope whoever decided that I offended their very soul eventually grows bored of hating on me and moves onto something more meaningful. I don't know. But as of right now, apparently I'm a target and I have to bow out of this conflict. I wish I could be like Jack and find a way to make it all right but, as my detractors have constantly said, real world doesn't always work like it does in my story. I wish it did. That's why I wrote the story, because of an ideal I have about life and love and stuff like that, as well as serving as a way to get my writing skills noticed. So, for right now, the story is on hold indefinitely. I will be leaving the other chapters up and you can still read those but Chapter 19 has to stay in lockdown for right now, at least until I can figure out what to do about the PM. It sucks, I know. It's tearing me up to do it. I apologize. I wish I was made of sterner stuff but I guess I'm not. I'm sorry. All you fans and loyal readers are amazing and I love you all but...I'm sorry. Jashley13

“Again.” I shout finally able to finish my sentence. I hear gasps from all around me, I look around to see that we are outside the gates to the capital. The faces of people, merchants and families glance at me before noticing Aodh at my side and quickly looking away and hurrying off into or away from the capital. “I swear by the great fire, if you ever do that again Aodh...” I trail off leaving the threat hanging. ‘I’m not waiting outside this time.’ He tells me ignoring my annoyance, ‘I’m coming with you.’ His tone of voice says that he is intent and there is no point arguing with him and even if I did he would still enter the city. I don’t mind though, I had actually planned on bringing him into the city in the first place, these cities can be especially dangerous even to someone like me, especially to someone like me. The Fire Brand clan had fallen out of favour with the nobility and the bigotry and hatred caused from the falling out had trickled down and now most people despise the clan and for anyone foolish enough or stronger enough to kill a member of the Fire Brand clan could expect a hefty reward if proof could be provided, very few were stupid enough to attack one of the Fire Brand clan though. “I was going to get you to come along anyway.” I tell him lightly, Aodh simply grunts in reply. We walk into the city, Aodh back in his true Hellhound form walks at my side as I move through the cramped and disgusting streets of the cities slums being pulled forward by the summoning magic. We receive so many looks of hate and disgust as we walk through the filth infested streets that I start to think that we might be attacked but nothing happens. We reach a small area where there are no houses but a patch of wilted grass and a few sickly looking trees and flowers, a pale imitation of the lush and verdant forest just outside the city walls. The people of this rancid city seem to find solace and beauty in this dying and miserable place though so who am I to judge. I’m being drawn to the far side of the little open area but I see something I need to do first. I don’t like most average adults but children are a different thing altogether, they are innocent and if someone like me can help a child then they might be able to break the cycle of bigotry and hatred. The young boy had been getting taunted by a group of other boys they had been calling him weird and freak and had been pushing him around until he final broke down and cried. “They only call people like us freaks because they are scared of our uniqueness, our potential to be better than they are. They know that we can and will do great things while they toil in the dirt and accomplish nothing.” I tell the boy as I crouch down next to him, “do not let them break you down and never let them make you like them. Achieve the greatness you are destined to and hold your head up high while you do it.” I try help the boy to his feet but he looks up at me with big tear filled eyes and then he spots the scar covering the brand that marks me as one of the Fire Brand clan, his eyes then see Aodh standing just behind me. The boy trembles as his eyes dart between myself and Aodh, I start to tell him that it’s ok and he doesn’t have to be scared of me but before I can even speak he scrambles backwards until he can get to his feet and then he runs. I sigh in annoyance and pity, the hatred towards my kind is too deep for one nice speech and act to wipe away so I stand and start to follow the draw of the summoning magic once more. I walk across the open space and follow the pull of the magic until I see her, her hair looks just like the flames of a blazing pyre like one touch could burn you to ashes, it is magnificent. I follow her for a moment, she is whistling tunelessly without a care in the world, she seems happy and I feel guilty because what I’m about to do is going to destroy her life. “Excuse me miss.” I say approaching her quickly from behind. The girl turns around, she had sounded happy but she looks a little bit sad. I flinch in surprise when I see her face, it may have been over a decade but I know this girl. Her face lights up when she sees me like she can’t believe I’m really here which just makes me feel even more guilty. “Uncle Larcon.” The girl squeals throwing herself at me, wrapping her arms around me and sending what feels like shocks through my body. It feels wrong for me to think what I’m thinking but I can’t help it, it feels like her body fits against mine perfectly like we are two pieces of a puzzle that were made for each other, maybe we were made for each other based on the words of the prophecy it could actual be so. Without thinking I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, I feel the sudden and intense urge to tilt her face up to mine and kiss her, to lose myself in her lips and her hair, her eyes and the curves of her body but I can’t because of the prophecy and the connection I already have to her. “Hey Seraphine.” I say softly pulling back a little from the hug to look her in the face. Her eyes are the most stunning shade of green, brighter than any emerald I have ever seen they seem to sparkle like the suns light on water. She looks pale, not a sickly pale like so many people in this city but naturally pale, unlike the other citizens of this city, of this land, Seraphine is truely beautiful. “How’s your father?” I ask her. I’ve known her dad since before she was born, we met once when I was working for one of the nobility in the city and had quickly become friends. “He’s good. Will you be visiting him? He would be so happy.” She says excitedly. “I... I don’t know.” I say sadly with a sigh. I had been shocked when I saw that the girl from the prophecy, the girl that I was being magically drawn to was the daughter of one of the only people I could call a friend, I have to tell her why I am actually here though, she needs to know about the prophecy and everything it means and brings with it. “Are you still living at home?” I ask her, she nods her head looking at me a little concerned as she must sense the change in my demeanour. “We need to go there now then, there’s some things we all need to talk about.” I tell her. “Ok follow me.” She says obviously worried by my words. I follow Seraphine as she leads me through the cramped and stinking streets of the city towards her families home. She stops outside a house and looks around at me for a moment before opening the door. “Dad, are you home?” She calls out as she steps inside with me following close behind her. “I thought you were going to be out till later.” Her father says as he walks into the room with a smile on his face, his smile falters for a moment when he sees me standing behind Seraphine. “Larcon it’s been a while.” He says taking my hand and shaking it but looking nervous. “It has been too long friend.” I say giving him a weak smile. “Aodh it’s good to see you as well.” He says looking down at the Hellhound who had followed me inside the house. “I wish it was under better circumstances Phillon.” Aodh says tipping Seraphines father Phillon off to the fact something is wrong more than my shaky smile could. “What is wrong?” Phillon asks looking from Aodh to Seraphine and finally to me. “The girl with fiery hair and the outcast who does not age.” I paraphrase the prophecy. “No.” Phillon growls angrily, “not her, not my daughter.” He snaps looking at me like he is ready to attack me. “I’m sorry old friend, I don’t make the rules and I was drawn to her.” I tell him sadly. “I don’t care, it can be any other girl but not my daughter.” His voice rises throughout his sentence until he is practically shouting at me. “What’s going on dad?” Seraphine asks looking between her dad and me. Phillon leads us all through to a small room with some chairs and has us all sit down as he explains everything about the prophecy and myself to Seraphine. By the end of the conversation he is almost in tears and Seraphine looks like the world has just dropped out from underneath her while I sit there hating the world more than usual. “I don’t love you.” Seraphine blurts out before quickly adding, “I mean your good looking in a rugged warrior kind of way but I don’t know you, apart from the stories dad has told me.” She looks scared but angry at the same time like she blames me for everything that is happening and I guess in a way I am, if I had ignored the pull of the summoning magic then I wouldn’t be here and the prophecy wouldn’t have any bearing on Seraphines life. I hate that I’m about to ruin her life but if I had stayed away then she would be dead within a week. “And I don’t love you. But I have to take away from here, they will have sensed the start of the prophecy and they will be coming for you and they will kill you.” I tell her. Phillon leaps up out of his seat and looms over me, his face is a mask of absolute rage and I half expect him to lash out at me at any second. Aodh must be thinking the same thing because he lunges to his feet growling at him and growing in size. “Aodh, it’s ok.” I tell him but instead of lying back down and shrinking back to normal size he just sits down next to my chair. “Who will come for her? Who will try and kill her?” Phillon roars at me. “The Fire Brand clan and they wont try they will.” I tell him before turning my gaze on Seraphine, “if you stay here they will kill you and your family before burning this house to the ground and no one can stop them.” I wait a moment for what I’ve said to sink in, I can see that it has when Phillon sits back down and looks over at his daughter with tears in his eyes. “If you come with me they will leave your family alone, they will still hunt the two of us but I used to be one of them, I know how they think, what they will do and more importantly how they fight.” I tell her. I admire her in a way, throughout the whole of this she hasn’t freaked out or teared up but has steadily held my gaze. I sigh and decide to tell her the rest of my plan. “I plan on changing the prophecy, making it so we aren’t a threat to the gods but in a way that means we both get to live.” I explain, “I have met quite a few interesting characters over my many years on this planet and I think that with the help of some of them we might be able to do this.” “Why do you keep saying gods?” Seraphine asks, “there is only one God.” She states like it is an absolute fact. “The God that the King forces on people is a lie designed to make people feel safe, do you really think an all powerful being would be good? Kind? Merciful?” I ask her rhetorically, “we were created in this Gods image to be a mortal form of him then how do you explain the fact that once someone gains any amount of power they lord it over everyone else and uses it to control others?” I can tell by the look on her face that she has seen what I was referring to happen before, maybe back in school or something she had overheard or possibly seen in the royal courts but she had definitely seen what I was talking about happen. “That God they speak of is a lie but there are beings out there so powerful that they can create and destroy life with a thought. Over the centuries people have called them gods while other have called them demons or devils.” I tell her, “you might have heard of some of them Aodh the namesake of my companion, Styrik the goddess of death, Valotan the god of violence, or maybe even The Great Fire the creator of the Fire Brand, Hellhounds and Dragons. Even your name is derived from one of these beings, Seraphina.” “So the prophecy says that together we will kill these gods and because of that your family is hunting us.” Seraphine says sounding scared. “That's why I’m here to protect you and try to change the prophecy so you can live your life in peace.” I tell her. “How do we do this?” She asks looking frightened but determined. “We need to leave the city, this will be the first place they come and if they find us here they will try to kill us and your family and I don’t want that to happen.” I tell her before looking at Phillon so he understands the risks of trying to keep his daughter here. “And if they come here once you are gone?” Phillon asks looking concerned. “Tell them that we have gone to see Finwyll then they should leave you alone.” I tell him hoping that I’m right. “Where are you going?” He asks looking from me to his daughter. “To see Finwyll.” I tell him. “Why would you want me to tell them exactly where you’re going?” He shouts the question at me the anger obvious on his face. “Because Finwyll isn’t in a physical place, they can follow us to Finwyll but they won’t find us.” I tell him cryptically. I don’t like that I’m being so cryptic but I have to keep him in the dark about what we are doing because if he knows where and what we are going to be doing and the clan thinks he is lying to them then they will get the truth out of him in the most painful way possible. “Why won’t you give me a straight answer?” Phillon roars at me his anger rising. “Because it is safer for both us and you if don’t know what we are doing.” I tell him softly trying to calm him down. I am quickly running out of patience, the only reason I didn’t just drag Seraphine away without letting her speak to her dad is because of my history with Phillon and the respect I have for him but I am very close to just walking out of his home and letting him deal with the consequences. I watch with rising annoyance as Phillon opens his mouth to shout at me again but I’m relieved when Seraphine speaks first. “It’s ok dad, I’m going with uncle Larcon and I know he will keep me safe.” She says sounding completely certain that I will be able to protect her and keep her safe. Phillon's face falls and I can’t blame him, I know he has knows some of the stories of the adventures and challenges I’ve faced and while I think he believes I can protect Seraphine he also knows of the danger we will face and what kind of parent would he be if he wasn’t worried for his daughter. “I’m sure he will try but look out for yourself too, Larcon can’t look after you all the time.” He tells her, his eyes filling with tears, “remember everything I’ve taught you about defending yourself.” Seraphine smiles at her dad and I feel another pang of guilt over the fact that I am having to rip her away from her family and obviously causing them pain and heartbreak. “I remember dad, you don’t need to worry about me.” She says with a soft and nervous laugh. “I’ll always worry about you.” He says pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m going to pack a bag.” Searphine tells me starting to walk off into another room in the house. “Stop.” I snap, one of my fears is coming true and one of the members of the Fire Brand clan is swiftly approaching the house. “We don’t have any time, come here quick.” I snap scared that one of the clan could catch us this quickly. I look down at Aodh and sigh. “We have to shadow step now, they’re here.” I tell Aodh as I extend a hand to Seraphine, “hold tight.” I tell her taking her hand. The second I take Seraphines hand in my own the world drops out from around us, we weightlessly fall through the darkness as Aodh uses his shadow step magic to quickly get us out of the house and the city. We fall out of the darkness and land hard on a patch of sharp rocks, I feel the rocks cut into my skin and I know the same thing has happened to Seraphine because I hear her hiss in pain next to me. I pull myself up from the rock and look down at Seraphine, I help her to her feet and then examine the wounds on her arms, legs and face. ‘I’m sorry, having to travel on such sort notice means I couldn’t choose exactly where we stopped.’ Aodh speaks telepathically. “Did he just speak in my head?” Seraphine asks glancing from Aodh to myself. “Yeah it’s his preferred form of communication, I’ve been told it can be a bit uncomfortable at first but that people tend to get used to it quickly.” I tell her as I pull my bag off my back and start to search through it for some balm for Seraphines wounds. It might take a little while because the bag has a spell on it so that it can hold much more than it should be able to. “No it wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt right like it was natural and everyone should speak that way.” She says sounding like she is in awe of Aodh. ‘I like her.’ Aodh says with a slight laugh. ‘I like you as well Aodh.’ Seraphine says telepathically. “Did you just use telepathy?” I ask Seraphine. She shrugs and looks at me like what she had just done wasn’t a big deal when in reality it was a massive deal, there are very few people outside of the Fire Brand clan who can telepathically communicate with a Hellhound. I look at Aodh who is looking back at me in such a way that for the first time in many decades I can’t figure out what he is thinking. “We need to find somewhere we can secure so I can visit Finwyll and maybe get some answers.” I tell Seraphine and Aodh. ‘How do we visit him?’ Seraphine asks her voice projecting straight into my head. I don’t understand how she is able to speak to Aodh and myself, usually only another member of the Fire Brand clan or a Hellhound would be able to do so and only after we had established a link between us. That was the same for most of the of beings who could use telepathy except for the small amount of very powerful telepaths out there but the majority of those are psychics too and have been driven insane by their abilities and the constant barrage of other peoples most intimate thoughts and memories. Few of them lived long and you didn’t want to try and speak with one if they did, their insanity manifested itself through violence but not physical violence, the mind is a powerful thing and being able to change the thoughts and memories of a person can lead a person to death as surely as a blade in the chest. I’m not sure how I feel about her being able to telepathically communicate with me, I haven’t had a second sane person speak to me like this for many, many years, the last time would have been other Fire Brand clan members back when I was still a part of the clan, since then almost every other person to speak to me in this manner was insane. ‘Uncle Larcon?’ Seraphines voice surprised me, I must have been distracted by my thoughts. “Just call me Larcon.” I tell her shaking my head trying to push away the thoughts of insane psychics and memories of members of the clan. ‘Ok Larcon, how do we find Finwyll?’ She asks. “We don’t, I do, you and Aodh will guard my body. I remember hearing Phillon say you could look after yourself, can you fight?” I asks her bluntly hoping she can, not many women get the opportunity to learn to fight. ‘I can fight but why would we need to guard your body?’ She questions me sounding utterly confused. “Because Finwyll resides in the spirit realm and doesn’t ever leave there so to speak with him I have to go there too, meaning I have to die. For a while at least.” I tell her knowing that this will be shocking for her. ‘Death is pretty permanent.’ She says sounding semi hysterical. “I wont actually die, I just trick myself into believing I’m dying.” I tell her before quickly explaining, “using a combination of spells I can slow my heartbeat down to the point where my soul thinks I’m dying so it splits away from my body and enters the spirit realm and then from there I search for Finwyll, a hour and a half later the spell wears off and my heart starts to speed back up and pulls my spirit back into my body.” ‘But what if the spell doesn’t wear off?’ She a little bit less panicked but it’s obvious she isn’t a fan of this plan. “It has worked before so I don’t see why it shouldn’t work again now. If it doesn’t show any sign of wearing off after the hour and a half time has gone by then Aodh or you will have to break the spell, Aodh you remember how?” I ask even though I know he remembers how to break the spell I ask him the question anyway just to reassure Seraphine. ‘I remember.’ He huffs sounding offended that I would even need to ask. ‘Ok. Where do we go then?’ Seraphine asks. “Somewhere easily defendable, a cave or something of the sorts would be preferable.” I tell her, “but first I want to see what you can do with a sword.” I pull a short scabbard from my bag, the scabbard is no bigger than a medium sized dagger but when magic comes into play nothing is what it seems. ‘But this is a dagger.’ She sounds like she doesn’t know how to use a dagger but she doesn’t need to worry. “Just draw the blade.” I tell her. Seraphine sighs but releases the catch on the scabbard and pulls on the hilt thinking she is drawing just a dagger from the sheath but when the blades just keeps coming until she pulls a full sized steel sword from the scabbard with a slight laugh she turns to look at me. ‘Magic?’ She asks sounding a bit in awe of what she had just experienced. “Yes a helpful spell that makes the inside of things like bags and sheathes bigger than they appear with no extra weight.” I tell her proud of my handiwork. “Now show me some of what you know.” I tell her wanting to see if she is capable of defending herself or if I will need to have Aodh look out for her while I visit the spirit world, if that is the case I will train her once I return. I’m satisfied when Seraphine runs through some basic training drills and shows me some basic slash and stab movements. I whisper a quick phrase and an ethereal sword materialises in my hand, I move into a fighting stance and point the sword at Seraphine. “Let’s see how you deal with an opponent.” I tell her as I circle around her. Her eyes don’t leave me as she turns with me never letting me out of her field of vision, a smart move but I want to see how she fights against a person. “Ready?” I ask her, she nods her head in confirmation and the sparring session begins. I decide to hold back my strength and fight her using about as much strength as an average person. I lunge at Seraphine, I bring my ethereal sword singing down at her which she easily blocks with her steel sword while grinning at me the whole time. She looks like she is enjoying herself as she blocks a couple more swings and even tries to get in a swing of her own and falling short but only after I take a step backwards, I lunge aiming for a stab ready to use my added strength to pull out of the knife so I wouldn’t actually cut her with the sword. Seeing my move Seraphine tries to hop backwards away from me but her long dress catches on a rock and she stumbles falling onto her back with a grunt of pain. I click my fingers and the ethereal sword turns to smoke and then dissipates as I reach my hand down to help Seraphine stand, she grips my hand and I help her get to her feet, she stands there scowling down at her dress with frustration. “I'm sure I have some clothes that will fit you and are better suited to fighting in my bag.” I tell her shrugging my bag off of my back and reaching into it, “could you change and try again, I want to see what you can really do.” ‘Ok. I can do that.’ She tells me accepting the two pairs of light leather armoured trouser and a light leather armoured chest plate and two woollen tops to go underneath the chest plate. I wait as Seraphine walks a little ways into the woods to get changed, she returns a moment later holding onto her dress and the spare trousers and woollen top. “Hold onto them, you might need spares.” I tell her as I hand her a bag with a similar spell cast on it as my own bag so it can hold more than it should be able to and weigh nothing more than the bag itself does. ‘Thank you.’ She says putting the clothes into the bag and securing it on her back. Seraphine hops from foot to foot and then backwards and forward testing out the manoeuvrability of her new clothes, she swings the sword a few times smiling slightly before looking at me determinedly, raising the steel sword and shifting her body into a fighting position. ‘I’m ready.’ Her voice sounds level and confident. ‘She wouldn't be fighting alone either.’ Aodh says stepping up next to Seraphine. The glowing red eyes of Aoad’s natural form look to be shining brighter than usual with an excited glint I haven't seen for a while, he has a plan, I can tell it from his body language but I can’t figure out what the plan is. ‘I’ll be fighting with her. So I think we should try it now.’ He says pulling his lips up into a grin and revealing his long, vicious looking teeth. “Good idea but I won’t be holding back, are you both ready for that?” I ask both Aodh and Seraphine. Aodh doesn’t reply, I know he is going to do this. Seraphine looks nervous but I’m almost certain that she is going to fight against me with Aodh so it’s no surprise when she nods her head showing me that she is ready for this. “Ok, let’s do this then.” I tell them looking forward to this, Aodh has a plan and I want to see what he is going to do. I start to circle around them and I instantly see what their plan is, Aodh will distract me and Seraphine will try to get behind me and attempt to use my blind spots to her advantage. I track the pair as they manoeuvre themselves into position with Aodh directly in front of me and Seraphine behind me, Aodh launches himself at me and I know that he is trying to make me attempt to block him which will leave me wide open for Seraphine to attack but I wont be fooled by such an obvious ploy. I duck barely dodging one of Aodh sharp claws as his huge paw sails past my head, I spin and bring my ethereal sword swinging up to parry what I expect to be a downward swing from Seraphine but my sword sails up meeting no resistance. I look up to see that Seraphine had taken a couple steps back away from me so Aodh would land between us. I have no idea what they are doing but I prepare for their next attack, I expect them to do the same thing and manoeuvre so that Aodh is in front of me and Seraphine is behind me but I’m caught by surprise when Aodh leaps at me and Seraphine charges towards me while staying just behind Aodh. I understand what they are trying to do but I can block this move, I whisper a quick phrase and an ethereal sword appears in my free hand meaning I now have a sword in both hands. I bring one blade up and deflect Aodh knocking him away and quickly bringing up my second blade expecting Seraphine to be right behind Aodh and ready to strike me with her sword but again she has gone against my expectations and hasn’t attempted to strike me. I look up and see Seraphine standing not far forward from where she had been when I had seen her before they started the attack. I shout in surprise and pain as I feel a blade slice through my side not deep enough to put me in any real danger but enough to hurt and surprise me, the Seraphine I had been looking at crumbles and turns to ash as the real Seraphine appears next to me holding the sword that had just cut me. ‘I’m sorry Larcon, are you ok?’ Seraphine sounds scared and concerned as she takes a step towards me and lowers her blade. I drop my ethereal blades and grab Seraphine’s regular steel blade with one hand on either side of the blade so as to not slice my hands open and pull jerking the sword out of her grip and tossing it away from her. The second that Seraphine’s blade hits the floor Aodh leaps at me from behind, I don’t hear him coming until the last second and it is too late for me to summon an ethereal weapon to fend him off, it is also too late to get out of the way of his attack so I do the only thing I can and move with him. I let Aodh slam into me but instead of falling on my stomach like he wants me to I instead curl myself up so I roll away from him using the force from his blow to propel me forward. I come out of the roll and quickly summon a small one handed ethereal battle axe for both hands. I look up and see Aodh only a couple of steps away from me snarling and looking like a rabid beast while Seraphine is standing frozen in the same spot she had been in when I took her sword from her with a look of shock and fear on her face “Come on then.” I roar at both of them, “this isn’t over until one of you land what could be a killing blow or until I do the same to the both of you.” I had told them that I wouldn’t give up easily and I wont, I want this to simulate a true battle for them, I want to quickly get Seraphine used to the feeling of having to fight for her life because this is going to be her life now until either we manage to change the prophecy or until the day she dies. I spin the axes in my hands as I advance on Aodh, I think Seraphine is trying to use the same illusionary magic she had before which could be a problem because she also becomes invisible and I have no idea where she is or if the version of her standing still with a look of shock on her face isn’t the real Seraphine. I watch not moving as Aodh starts to move towards me, I’m pretty certain that he is going to leap at me again any second now so I shift my weight ready to drop down and catch his soft stomach with the blade of one of the axes. I watch as he tenses his legs ready to launch himself at me, his body weight shifts and his paws leave the floor as he launches himself at me so in one quick motion I drop to one knee and thrust upwards with the flat back of the axe thinking I will hit his stomach and get him out of the fight. I roar a very loud and vulgar curse or five as Aodh’s mouth clamps around my right arm, his long sharp teeth only just breaking the skin, I don’t feel much pain at all but the surprise of it has me reeling and now I have to try and get him off of me before Seraphine makes her move. ‘Now you’re dead.’ Seraphine’s voice pops into my head sounding ecstatic as I feel the point of her steel sword press against my back between my shoulder blades and pointed down towards my heart. I’m surprised and in shock from what has just happened, I haven’t been bested in a fight for a very long while and now I have lost a sparring session to a girl with no real experience in battle and has only basic sword wielding training working with Aodh my very own soul bound Hellhound who has never beat me in a fight before. I can’t believe this turn of events but I can’t deny the fact that I am proud of what has just happened and I feel safer about the fact that they will be watching over me when I go to visit Finwyll because I will be totally vulnerable. “Ok lets go find a cave or somewhere we can defend easily.” I tell Aodh and Seraphine as I take a glass jar from my bag, pop the lid and apply the salve to the sword wound on my side and the bite wounds on my arm caused by Aodh.

Lara & Jack to Melissa - the 1. day continues When I came back from shopping some hours later, first thing I did was looking for Melissa. She still slept so I went back into the living room and checked my new bought stuff. I got some new and bigger butt-plugs, dildos and strap-ons which i really wanted to try. 3 new latex-outfits, one for me and 2 for Melissa. One new whip and two new wooden paddles, a package of bondage robes, lots of short and slutty dresses, skirts and tops and of course new shoes for her. After I unpacked everything, i changed my dress again. This time i chose another latex-outfit, a black latex slip, a fitting black latex bra, black latex stockings with a latex suspension belt, black plateau high heels, my black latex opera gloves and a tight black latex evening gown. I once again changed my make-up and when I was ready it was time to wake up Melissa. For that i belted one of my new toys, a 8" long and 2,5" thick strap-on with a remote control for 8 different vibration functions. Because of the tight gown it was viewable and I loved it. I took the new whip and went into the bedroom. I pulled away the bedspread and whipped her ass hard. "It's time to wake up, bitch!" and I whipped her again. Melissa jumped out of the bed shocked "What the fuck are you doing?" "Melissa, you must be insane to speak to me in such a way! Remember who you are and what you are!" She looked a bit dumbfounded but after some seconds in which she looked at me and my outfit, her face went white and she went down on her knees. "That's much better, beg for mercy! You are not allowed to speak with your mistress in such a way, you little whore!" with that i slapped her face. "Beg for mercy! NOW!" Tears emerged in her eyes and with her lowest voice she started to beg. "Please, Miss Lara, I am so sorry. All of this is completely new for me. For one moment I forgot my new life. I did not want to insult you. Please punish me hard but fair. I am your little slut now and I deserve your rightful punishment." With that she started to kiss my feet and shoes and I have to say I loved her. Melissa got 5 more hits with the whip onto her nice little ass and she bearded it. She had tears in her eyes but did not say anything. After caressing her butt in such way it was time to drill her ass another time. "Melissa, pull your slip and string down, climb the bed and be my dog." She did as I said and she actually took out her plug. "That's the good girl I love. Now spread your ass cheeks and present your nice little ass-pussy." While she did that, I opened the front of my gown and got the strap-on in position. As soon her ass was gapping I rammed my new toy in. This time she did not say anything because the dildo was a bit smaller than the plug she wore. I started to fuck her slowly but quickened up and humped her faster and deeper. After some minutes I switched on the first vibration and Melissa almost instantly started to moan. I switched to another vibration but Melissa did not like that one because she stopped to moan. That did not matter me so I continued to fuck her ass. "Melissa, do you like being fucked into your ass-pussy? Do you admire that feeling?" "Yes... Mistress, ... I love... being ... fucked. ... This is ... my pur ... pose in ... life." "What are your other purposes? Why do you live?" "I ... live ... to ... serve ... you ... Mis... tress. ... I'm ... your's." "That's what I wanted to hear, good little sissy-whore." I switched to vibration 3 and Melissa started to moan loud. "Yes ... Mistress... this... is... per... fe... ..... AHHHHHHH!" was all she could say before a hard orgasm rolled through her body. Her legs started to spasm and she bit the pillow. I had not enough yet so I switched to vibration 4 and did not stop to fuck her. While she had her orgasm I fucked her all the time. I even speeded up my movement and power and fucked her harder and deeper. I don't know if it is possible to have multiple anal-orgasms but Melissa seemed to have at least three. Her moans pitched up and down all the time while I rammed my cock into her and after her maybe forth orgasm i finally pulled out. She collapsed instantly and went sleeping. I stuck the butt-plug back into her ass and pulled the slip and string back up. After that, I unbelted my strap-on, pulled down my slip and started to penetrate my hot and wet pussy. At first I used two fingers but soon I needed more. I entered my pussy with another two fingers and fucked me harder and harder. With my other hand, i pushed the still vibrating dildo into my butt. Lying on the other side of the bed I double-penetrated myself with the dildo and my fingers. I realized that I was on my way straight over the edge so I slowed down my fingerfucking a bit. I did not want do end that event so quickly. This slow fucking made me calm down a bit and I had another idea what I could test. I wanted ro try to penetrate my pussy with my fist and after some minutes I got all my fingers into me. I had to use more force to get my palm into me too, but after stretching and pushing I got my whole fist in. This feeling I will never forget. To be filled completely is breathtaking. I can't describe that feeling but I promise it is fucking good. I again started to move my fist and fingers inside me and the additional tightness because of the dildo in my ass sent me over the edge. I felt my pussy and even my ass spasm while my pussy shot sweet juice all over the bed. I could not control my legs anymore and they shivered like hell. Then everything went black and I fell asleep. On Sunday morning I woke up and found Melissa sleeping beside me. I stood up but my legs almost quitted their job. I got undressed and made it to the shower. After at least 30 minutes letting hot water run down my body I was ready for the next day. I got dressed, this time in a normal way and went to Melissa, who was still sleeping. I gently kissed her and she woke up. "Good morning sweetheart. It's time to stand up. Go get a shower, I will put out your outfit for today. It will be a long and hard day for you." I unlocked almost all the padlocks she was wearing and helped her stripping. Only the one locking her chastity belt lasts locked. Melissa was surprised by my pleasantries and went to the shower. While she was away I put some new clothes onto the bed. A white and pink short pleated skirt, a matching white armless and thin turtleneck, white stay-up stockings with pink lace, a black push-up bra and white 4" PVC sandals. Melissa got a new blonde long wig, some matching white and pink plastic trinkets and new make-up. A special white slip with a cache to hide her thing and a hole at her ass completed her outfit. On these things I put a white leather collar with a pink "slut" on it and a note that she should dress up and do her make-up. I left the room and watched TV. After one hour Melissa finally showed up. "Good girl, now make us something to eat, I am hungry." was all I said. Melissa went into the kitchen and after a while she came back with some nice pancakes. We ate and after that Melissa had to clean up the kitchen and of course the bedroom. Until late in the evening I once again taught her important things of being a woman, she had to train walking in high heels, sitting with short skirts and so on. At about 9pm I changed my outfit. I wore a black long gown with a plunging neckline, a black collar, a black push-up, a really tiny g-string, matching black stay-up stockings and of course my 8" black PVC sandals. "Melissa, it's time to test your newly learned stuff. Tonight we will go out." She looked at me shocked. "Oh come on bitch, did you really think I will keep you in here all your life? It's time to show your sweet little ass to the world." "But Miss Lara... I'm not ready yet. I have to learn much more. Please! Let us go out in one or maybe two weeks but not today. I beg on my knees." with that she went down on her knees and once again kissed my shoes. "No way, you little whore. We will go out this night and you will enjoy it, you will see." I once again gave her a slap into her face and she understood. We left my apartment and drove to a small club. After we parked Melissa once again tried to persuade me to drive back but I did not accommodate that. "Melissa, wait in the car, I have to do something, then I will come back and we go." I left the car and went away only to come back five minutes later. I came not alone with me there was a tall guy. I opened Melissa's door "Have I described her correctly?" I asked the guy. "No' you haven't. She really is beautiful." He turned to Melissa "Ok bitch, I heard you love to suck dicks. Suck that!" He opened his pants and took out a nice 7" cock. "Melissa, as you see that gentleman has a half hard dick and you love to suck dicks... I think you should start jerking that fucking dick, right?" Melissa said nothing but she put her hand around that boner and started to jerk it. After only a few strokes his dick was hard as woods and Melissa took the head into her mouth. The guy immediately started to facefuck her and all she could do was sucking. The guy quickened up his fucking and after only some seconds in Melissa's mouth he started to grunt. Melissa noticed the movements of his balls and dick and let the dick pop out of her mouth. His face turned red and with a loud grunt his dick started shooting cum. Thick white cum shot out of his dick and right into Melissa's face and open mouth. Spurt after spurt hit her face and mouth and the dick did not stop. Melissa could not do anything but to swallow the cum in her mouth. Finally the dick stopped cumming but not only Melissa's face even her top had cum on it. The guy put his dick back in and handled me 10 bucks. "That's a good slut. Would like to let her blow me again. You know where you can find me." with that he left us. Melissa stared at the cum on her fingers. "Melissa, what's wrong with you? You should be happy... this was your first real dick. And by the way, you made a really good job. Now, clean your face, fingers and top, check your make-up and let's go. Melissa looked at me and on the cum again, then she started to lick her fingers clean. After that she used her fingers to take away the cum off her face and top and licked it as well. While she repaired her make-up she said: "I didn't know that cum tastes salty. I think I like that taste. Thank you very much Miss Lara." Now I was the one who was astonished, I expected almost every reaction but not such gratitude. After she had done everything we went into the club. Melissa got many free drinks from guys and was a bit drunk. The whole time I was looking for a nice and tall guy and I found one. I left Melissa and went over to him and after some small talk I asked if he would like to buttfuck my little girl. He checked Melissa out and agreed. I went back to Melissa and we left the club followed by the new guy. Melissa had no idea what would happen next. When we arrived at my car the guy stepped behind her and bend her over the engine hood. He pressed his legs between hers and opened his trousers with one hand. Because being drunk and weak Melissa could not resist. With one hand he pushed Melissa down and with the other hand he jerked his dick until it was hard. With all his power he rammed his 9" long and 3" thick dick into her ass-pussy. Melissa started to cry because no plug had stretched her the day. The guy paid no attention to that and started to fuck her with his full length cock. Quickening up his ramming he drew deeper into her ass and his balls began to slap against Melissa's ass. After some minutes her crying began to fade away and her moans got louder. This made the guy happy and he began to fuck her even faster and deeper. After about 5 minutes of fucking her he pulled out his dick and turned her around. He pushed her down on her knees, rammed his dick into her mouth and started to face fuck her. He pressed her head against his loins and deepthroated her. Melissa started to gag and at this point he could not hold it anymore. Once again Melissa pulled her head back and the first squirt of his cum hit her face. The second one hit her still open mouth and then he pulled her back on his dick. He pumped squirt after squirt in her mouth and all she could do was swallowing. Cum dripped out of the corner of her mouth but she handled it. He grunted and squirted and as he stopped, Melissa's face was covered in cum. Melissa had to lick his cock clean and after putting it back in his trousers he gave me 50 bucks and went away. "Melissa, wasn't that nice? Your first blowjob and your first real ass-fuck in one night... now you are a real bitch and I even got 60 buck. Now, stand up and get in the car. I want to go home." Shocked from what had happened she stood up and sat down. During the ride back home she had to clean her face and top and when we entered my apartment she had do shower. After that she got a sexy nightie and we went sleeping. end of day 2 Please write comments and vote my story!

"God, this just isn't FAIR," Abby yelled into the empty room as she struggled to lift another heavy box and carry it up the stairs to her son's bedroom. After the divorce they'd sold the house, which was mostly paid for. Her half had given her a generous down payment on a place to live with Tyler and left money in the bank to spare. It was smaller, but plenty for the two of them, and they were well away from that drunken, violent bastard of a husband and father. A new city, a new job, a new life. It all sounded so good, starting over. But she'd tried to save some money by going with a cheaper moving company. Now very few of the boxes were in the rooms they'd been labeled for and neither of the beds had been reassembled. The four men had dumped things pretty willy-nilly and left, grumbling, because she had rightfully declined to tip them. It was a good thing her job didn't start for another two weeks. It was summer vacation and Tyler was out of school, staying with her parents until she could get the house set up, so she had the solitude to work as hard as it would take to be sure he had a nice place to lay his head when she picked him up from Grandma and Grampa. She only hoped they wouldn't spoil him too much. But this work was back-breaking. The packers had put too much in boxes that were too large and it was nearly impossible for Abby to move them. In some cases she'd taken to opening them where they were and carrying the contents off into the room where they belonged. It wasn't that she was out of shape or feeling her 34 years, the boxes were just too damned heavy! After several years of pilates and planking and god knows what else to try to keep herself in her impossible husband's favor, Abby was a fit woman who still got carded when she tried to buy a bottle of wine. But these big boxes were so awkward. She couldn't get her arms around the bigger, heavier ones to get them off the stacks. So she muddled along the best she could, cursing herself for her choice of movers, a group of college hunks whose yard sign she'd seen in a neighbor's yard. And she cursed her judgment in men and the husband who'd swept her off her feet while she was still in college. She should have gotten a clue when he tried to get her to stop short of finishing her degree. He turned out to be a controlling alcoholic who could be charming as long as he got his way, but when he didn't or when he was angry he turned into a monster. Abby had endured several beatings and kept trying to make things work. But when he'd turned on their son when he yelled at him to stop hitting his mother, she knew she had to leave. Fortunately the ER records were clear evidence of Abby's plight, and the judge had awarded her sufficient alimony that she and Tyler could live comfortably on her entry-level job until she acquired some experience. They had changed cities, moved far away with the judge's permission. Tyler's father was only granted visitation with supervision, so they didn't expect to see or hear from him much. Moving into a larger city had seemed a good idea when she looked for places to go. More jobs, more anonymity, but the housing markets had also been more expensive. Abby hadn't wanted anything spectacular, but she did want three bedrooms, one for herself, one for Tyler and a leftover guest-bedroom and office, because she hoped to be working from home at least part of the time. Women who were good at coding were still a rarity, so she thought she'd be able to negotiate some work flexibility, and she'd been right. In order to find the space she'd wanted at a price she wanted to pay had meant that she had chosen a house in a poorer neighborhood. It had once been an all white suburb when white flight drove people out of the downtown districts, but in recent decades gentrification had drawn the white wealth back into the city and new rail lines had caused high-end developments to spring up farther from the city center, so Abby's new home found itself on a block of slightly-run-down two story capes occupied mostly by people of color. "Niggers," her ex would have called them. This house had been well maintained, but it was 23 years old and needed some paint and sprucing up. The yard was patchy, but not too bad. The whole effect was "comfortable but a little seedy." Still, she'd gotten a deal on the place that left her with six figures in her new bank account, so she was pleased with it. Living around this many black people presented a few challenges for Abby. She never had. She'd gone to private school as a child and even in college she'd been in an all white sorority that pretty much kept themselves to other white frats. She didn't hate them or anything, but they just felt a little foreign to her. Something she'd have to get over she told herself. It might take a while, but she would shed those hidden racist attitudes she'd grown up with. She went to a new stack of boxes and tried to move the top one. It wouldn't budge. "Office" it said on the side. She was sure it was full of her books. "How the hell do you fill a medium sized box with books?" she screamed. Try as she might, she couldn't lift it, and it was too high to open and unpack in place. She'd need a ladder and she didn't have one yet. "Fuck it! I quit!" she screamed and slapped the box, then she stomped into the kitchen and grabbed a beer, went to her new front porch and sat in the swing that needed a new coat of paint and sat down to drink it and cool down. "Maybe I can cut a hole in the side of the damned thing without ruining what's inside," she muttered to herself, staring into space. "Cut a whole in the side of what?" said a deep voice from the sidewark. Abby nearly jumped out of her skin. With a hand over her mouth she stifled a yelp and looked up to see a nice, somewhat older black man looking at her quizzically from the direction of the street. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud," she answered. "Ain't nothin' to apologize for honey, but you're lookin' pretty perturbed about now, and I was a little worried you was gonna do somethin' you'd regret later. So what's the big problem?" "Oh, nothing really. I just can't get this one box moved and it's up so high I can't unpack it, so I'm trying to figure out how to get the stuff out of it. I'm just moving in, but then you probably knew that." "Oh yes, we knew that. Saw the truck yesterday, saw them lazy assed boys puttin' your stuff in the house. They wasn't too careful with it, you know, you should check your stuff for scratches and what not. Yeah, you movin' in was all over the block before long. First white family moved IN to the neighborhood in nobody remembers. We still got a few but most of 'em move out, not in, so it kinda got our attention." Abby became suddenly and uncomfortably aware of the reality that she was a minority in her own neighborhood for the first time. Apparently, the new tension in her limbs was visible to the man on the sidewalk, because he said, "Oh, now, don't you worry none, we're glad to have you here. Fact is my Beverly said she was gonna fix y'all a casserole and bring it over some time!" Abby smiled, finding that the corners of her eyes burned as her eyes moistened. "Oh, thanks, that's really amazing, but um, it's just me for right now, Tyler won't be joining me for a couple weeks. Could she bring us something then?" "I"ll tell her, I'm sure that will work. But you all alone in that house? No wonder you look so tired. How about tomorrow I come by tomorrow and give a hand. I can at least move some boxes around, even if I can't put stuff away!" He smiled warmly. Abby felt a tiny sliver of something frightening shoot from her chest right through her toes. "Oh, I couldn't put you out that way. Thank you though." "Don't think nothin' of it. I retired from the Marines after 31 years a couple months ago. I'm dyin' for somethin' to do!" He laughed heartily this time. "Beverly says I'm failin' at retirement! Oh, and my name's Jake. I"ll see ya after breakfast!" He didn't even pause to get Abby's name. Maybe he knew it, maybe it didn't matter to him. Whatever the reason, it screamed a kind of low-key confidence that kept Abby from protesting further. Instead she watched him as he walked away without looking back, shaking her head slightly. That night the newly single mother took a couple more glasses of wine to unwind than usual. She was unsettled about having a man who is essentially a stranger in her new home. She also had to admit that it was nice to actually have a connection with the neighborhood already, and that it seemed that her neighbors looked kindly on her arrival. But then, this stranger, this new neighbor, was a black man. It wasn't as though her parents had been overt racists. She'd never been taught that "colored people" were dirty or anything. But they'd kept her separate from them, and that shaped her thinking more than she wanted to admit. And so it wasn't too troubling when she realized that her husband carried a hidden but more virulent variety of prejudice. He had a very real animus toward all sorts of non-white ethnicities, but black people were the ones he hated the most. Still, he didn't talk about it much because they had little reason to in their suburban false paradise. They almost never encountered any, so it was easy for her to overlook the occasional "N" bomb when he'd drop it. As she drifted off to sleep that night she lay on her mattress on the floor of her bedroom and wondered what her ex-husband would have to say about a black man helping her unpack the next day. She was pretty sure he'd hate it, which she liked. She was also pretty sure she didn't know how she felt about it yet. She didn't like that. Without any curtains yet on her windows, the morning sun woke Abby early. Still, she'd gotten a good night's sleep. The cable guy wasn't due for another day, so she'd had little to do once it grew quiet. A little light reading and her exhaustion had overtaken her. She'd slept hard. The master bathroom was fortunately the first room she'd set up completely, so showering and getting prepared for the day were a pleasant return to near-normalcy. She dressed for the heat, a pair of cut off denim shorts that she didn't mind getting dirty and a similarly well-worn tee shirt over her Converse low tops. "Certainly not going to dress up for a "helper" I didn't even ask for," she thought when she remembered she wouldn't be alone today. A quick bagel and some coffee, and she was well into unpacking some other boxes when the doorbell rang. It was still only a little past 8:30. "Early, too." she thought. "What if I hadn't been ready?" She wiped a bit of sweat from her brow with the arm of her tee shirt and went to the door. "Hello again," she said as she pulled it open. "Jake, right?" "That'd be it ma'am, yes. I don't believe I caught your name yesterday. Did I miss it?" Abby blushed at her rudeness from the day before. "Oh, I must've forgotten to tell you, I'm Abby. Good to meet you." She held out her hand formally and he took it. When they shook hands hers nearly disappeared in the huge paw that he offered. That and the touch of his rough palm made her heart skip briefly with alarm, but he released hers quickly and waited patiently to be invited inside. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry, come in, come in. I still have some coffee. Would you like some?" "No thanks, ma'am, I've been up for a good while. All those military years don't leave you too quickly, if you know what I mean. I can't sleep much past six any day unless I'm sick as a dog. So I'm ready to go if you'll just tell me what you want me to do." "Well, I suppose it's just your military background speaking, but the first thing I'd like you to do is stop calling me "ma'am." My name is Abby. "Ma'am" makes me feel like I'm old!" Jake laughed. "Old like me, huh? Not to worry, I'll call you by whatever you like, I just don't presume 'til I get the invite. Abby it is. So, what's to be done?" Abby's first task for him was to move that box of books that she'd been unable to budge the day before. He pulled it off the stack and carried it to her office as though it weighed nothing. Then she told him which room was which and asked if he'd just set about making sure each box was in the room for which it was labeled. That kept him busy while she set about unpacking boxes in Tyler's room. His shelves were pretty much where she wanted them, so getting his room set up wasn't too difficult. Then she started on the boxes in the kitchen, and was on her hands and knees reaching into one of them to pull out a heavy mixer when Jake reappeared. "Well, that's all done. Your movers were pretty bad about reading labels, weren't they?" He chuckled. His laugh emanated from some place in his chest. It was a deep, throaty laugh that felt good in Abby's ears. "That's putting it kindly." She looked at her watch. It had been two hours! "Would you like something to drink? I have lemonade and tea in the fridge?" "Glass o' lemonade sounds good, just about now, thanks." His face was wet with perspiration. Without thinking he lifted his gray tee shirt from his waist and wiped it away, exposing his abdomen. It was amazingly trim for his age, thought Abby, and she shook herself mentally. She shouldn't be looking at him like that. He was black, for goodness sake. And at least 25 years older than she was. And married! She got up and fixed them both something to drink, which they enjoyed together on her front porch swing. "So, I don't mean to be rude, but it seems like there's no Mr. Abby in the picture, am I right?" "No, no Mr. Abby. This is me, moving out on my own now the divorce is final and the old house is sold. Needed a change of scenery, a new city."' "Well, this here's a close knit neighborhood for the most part, so you came to a good place. We look after each other 'round here." As he began the next sentence he turned and put his massive hand on her shoulder and looked her square in the face. "So you need anything, anything at all, you just let one of us know. We'll all be better'n pleased to help you get settled in. Ain't too often we get to help white folks move in instead of out!" With that, he chuckled and removed his hand. Abby wasn't quite sure what to say in that moment. When he'd touched her, her heart had started to hammer in her chest, and it was all she could do to keep her eyes on his. There was a strange buzzing in her ears that made it hard to focus on what he'd been saying. Then the last bit that reminded her that she was among a dwindling minority in the neighborhood. Through a strange half-smile she finally thanked him and said she'd be sure to let him or some neighbor know should need arise. An awkward pause in conversation in that moment caused her to get to her feet. "Well, I'd better get back at it. I thank you for moving all that stuff, I'll take it from here." "Oh, I don't gotta go now or anything," said Jake and as he stood. Abby became uncomfortable aware of his presence, standing so close. "Looks like most rooms in your house don't got the furniture where you want it. And some things still gotta be put back together. I can at least help you get that done before I go, right?" "Oh, uh, yes, sure, thanks." Abby stumbled over her words, astonished at her lack of composure. Something about this large black man was making her light-headed, simple-minded. "Can we finish Tyler's room first?" "Absolutely," replied Jake and he started off toward the correct room without waiting to be led. Abby found herself following her new neighbor through her own home. A strange sensation, but she liked how quietly authoritative he could be. It was somehow comforting. Jake helped her shift a couple of shelving units that she'd already filled with Tyler's things, then move his dresser and desk onto the correct walls. Then they set about assembling his bed, which had large under-bed drawers which were already crammed with the detritus of his youth. "Prob'ly be a good idea to get your room set up next, seein' as how you been sleepin' on the floor!" Jake said though a chuckle when they'd finished Tyler's bed. "Can't have that! Pretty lady sleepin' on the floor!" "Uh, yes, okay," stammered Abby, but his large black frame had already turned to head to her room without waiting for a response. She watched him go and felt a strange combination of admiration and unease. His calm assurance was comforting to be around, but she felt her own fierce independence melting away in his presence. Abby followed quickly and they began to put her room in order. It took considerably more doing. There was a mirror to mount on the long low chest of drawers. There were some wall-mounted shelves to put up and a TV and its table to get arranged, even though they wouldn't work for another day. Lastly, he helped her assemble the large four-poster bed she'd bought for her new home. White with gold gilding, it was large but still feminine. Add to that the new queen mattress with its memory-foam pillow top, and the bed rather dominated the room. Still, once it was put together, Abby felt some pride in this thing that she'd done on her own, for herself. "Don't be lookin' too satisfied yet, Abby, it ain't made up yet. Marine can't leave a room with a bed that ain't squared away!" She laughed and patted his shoulder as she gathered a new set of sheets from an open box. "Right! Let's do this!" She opened the plastic cover to the sheet and pulled out the fitted one. "God I hate trying to figure out which is the top on these!" Jake laughed, nodded his agreement. They laughed together and unfolded the sheet. A couple of abortive attempts later, they had it on and were just tucking in the top sheet when Jake pulled a quarter out of his pocket. "Hm... Let's see if I can bounce it." He dropped it near the foot of the bed and it plopped without a bounce. "Not tight enough," he muttered and redid both the bottom corners. This time it bounced. Not much, but it did. "Perfect. Now you're squared away!" Abby did a quick turn, saw her new space, nearly complete but for one last box to be unpacked, and felt a rush of pride and accomplishment as well as a health dose of gratitude. "Oh, thank you, Jake!" she said and rush into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I couldn't have done this without out." Then she chuckled, still with her arms around his thick chest. "At least, not so fast!" and she looked up into his coal black face. "You're very welcome, Abby," he said in a low voice that sounded like distant thunder. Then he lowered his head and kissed her, barely touching his lips to hers at first, but she she didn't pull back, pressing them to hers more and more firmly until she felt his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. At first it felt so good that she started to respond, then quite suddenly she pulled back in horror. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me!" she gasped. Jake looked supremely unperturbed. "Oh, don't apologize. Us black men, we're kinda used to that. White lady on her own, hasn't had a man in a while, the reputation black men have, then you spend a lot of time alone with a black guy and it often happens." "But, but.." Abby stammered, "but I've never, never EVER done anything like that before." "What, kissed a guy you barely know, or kissed a black man?" And before she could stop herself, she started to echo her ex husband, "Kissed a ni... a black man." She blushed at what she'd almost said, looked up, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I don't use that word, really. I don't know where that came from." Jake nodded knowingly. "Oh, I do, and don't be too worried about it. You probably grew up around folks who used it. Can't help but pick up some of the attitude. No wonder you never kissed a pair of black lips before. But it also helps explain what happened." Abby looked up, thankful that he hadn't taken offense. "It does? How?" "Oh, we see that a lot, too. White women who've been kept away from us for their whole lives. Y'all see us as exotic, foreign, forbidden. The idea of being with a black man, of 'fucking a dirty nigger' touches some deep place in y'all. Not your fault, mind you," he continued when she reacted in shock at the bit about "dirty niggers," you was just brought up to it, to think like that. The disgust you feel only makes us seem, I don't know, sexier." Abby stood motionless in utter confusion. She'd never had a thought like that before, never thought about black men at all, in any way that she could remember. And yet, what he said felt like it was right, and it did arouse something inside her when he said it, especially that coarse way he'd done it. "fucking a dirty nigger" had elicited simultaneous feelings of revulsion and arousal that made no sense together. But there they were. He was right. She looked up. "And," she started, her voice low and thick with desire. "And do most white women follow through on that um, attraction?" Jake gave a half-smile, looked her right in the eyes. "All the time. Some say it helps 'em get past their racist attitudes, others don't care. They just gotta get 'em some black dick every once in a while to satisfy that urge to be bad. You? I think you'd be the first kind, wanting to get over it, though I'm not sure you ever would, not totally. He stepped one step closer. Abby stepped one step back. "Oh.. I don't know, I don't think I'm really that racist, I mean, I never thought about race stuff much growing up, let alone hear anything about a black man's reputation. What's that about anyways?" Jake chuckled. "Oh. My. God. You really were a sheltered little white girl, weren't you? You never heard any of your girlfriends talking about how big a black man's dick is supposed to be? How we're all hung like horses?" Abby shook her head in shock, her hand over her mouth. "Yeah, lotta white women come to a black man 'cause she thinks she's gonna get a foot long dick for her pussy as well. That's just stupid. Very few guys that big, or even close. Bigger'n the white guys you've been with? Probably. I mean, I never had any of 'em complain, but not all that horse hung stuff. At all this plain talk about the size of black men's penises, Abby had turned beet red. She could feel her skin burn, from her chest right to her hairline. "Well, no, I never heard any of that. But.. but I think you were right, about some of that other stuff. I hate to admit it, but when you talked about how some of us just want to do something bad, dirty, and that we're attracted to black men because of it, it, it felt, right." Jake nodded once, but other than that, he didn't move. Didn't speak. Just looked deep into Abby's eyes, motionless. A black obelisk that could see into her soul. He seemed quite content to let her decide for herself, to come to him on her own. Or not. He wanted her. She could see that, but his patience and confidence were so apparent that in that moment she knew she'd do it. She's sleep with him. Sooner or later, she'd fuck him. She took one step closer. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, perhaps in appreciation, perhaps in victory. She didn't know, but it hastened the next step, and the next. Then she was back in his arms, looking up at him. At 5'6", Abby wasn't exactly short, but she wasn't tall either. Jake wasn't immense, but he was an inch or two over six feet tall, so her neck bent well back when she reached up to kiss him again. This time there was no hesitation. When their lips met Abby's mouth opened to his tongue and she tangled hers with it in a desperate dance of want and need. Something low and guttural emerged from her throat, a feral desire she'd never felt before. She had thought she loved her ex. And sex with him, at least at first, had been sweet and caring, but she had never WANTED a man like she wanted Jake in this moment. Jake, for his part, seemed quite comfortable with what was going on. His hands took a leisurely journey down Abby's back until the cupped her firm bottom and then he pulled her close, pressing her into himself while the kiss went on and on. When at last they came up for air, Abby was breathless, her face flushed and with a slight sheen of sweat. "Oh, wow, Jake, I don't do this, really, I don't." He nodded that same self-assured nod. "It's okay. You'll get used to it, now that you know what you want." "And what do I want?" she asked coquettishly. "You want a strong black man to fuck you senseless. I know that look." He chuckled. "It's that common, is it?" "I don't know about common, but it's not unusual, not in my experience. So now you know. Whatcha gonna do about it?" Abby stood there in confusion and indecision for several silent moments. The air conditioning came back on and the rush of cool air on her cheek seemed to wake her up. "Should I.. undress?" "Seems like a good start," he replied, smiling. He leaned his large frame back against a post of her bed and crossed his arms. This was the first time Abby'd gotten a good look at the elongated tent in his jeans. She gasped. "I know, it's bigger, but not some monster cock. It'll fit. 'Specially since you've had a baby." Abby chuckled nervously and started pulling off clothes. Tee shirt, bra.. her 32c breasts fell free and drew an admiring "mm hmm" from Jake.. then she had to wiggle out of her tight jeans and finally push her panties to the floor.. she stood up and stepped out of them, stark naked. Jake just looked at her. "Do you... approve?" she asked quietly. "Oh, yes, very much, I just wanted a moment to soak you in before we get busy. Would you like me to undress myself? Or would you like to do it?" Abby giggled girlishly "Oh, that sounds like fun, let me do it!" She stepped closer to this man she barely knew, this man whose skin color she knew she should stay away from, and started to push his tee shirt over his broad chest. There was a smattering of tightly curled chest here here and there, but not a lot. His chest was strong, muscular. His abdomen firm, but not chiseled. She kissed his chest while she pushed the shirt over his head. Then she stood close and looked up at him while she fumbled with his belt, the heavy button on his jeans. Then the zipper. It was so quiet that the sound of it unzipping sounded like it echoed in the room. Abby knelt slowly and hooked her fingers into his jeans and his boxers and tugged them down, down, down until his cock sprang free and bounced off her forehead. She gasped and laughed. "Oh, shit!" Abby looked up and his eyes were locked onto hers. She wrapped both hands around his thick, long shaft and began to stroke it, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Then she licked it.. Right at the end, the sensitive underside of the head and she felt a thrill when he gasped and tensed, and his cock jumped in her hands. She was enormously pleased to see that she could give him such pleasure. Though she had to open a good bit wider for Jake than she ever had with her ex, Abby still put this glorious member as far into her mouth as it would comfortably go, and started to suck and bob on it with vigor. Jake was leaning back against the bed again, hands to either side on the bed, watching her enjoy his cock. He noted with approval that she'd taken one hand off his cock and was now furiously frigging her pussy with two fingers. "Yep, that's good.. get it good and ready for me, Abby. I'm gonna plow that pussy deep in a minute." Abby groaned audibly on his cock when he said it, letting him know how badly she wanted to feel just that. "Of course, I don't carry condoms. Don't believe in "em." "Doesn't matter. On the pill" she blurted out before going back to work on his cock. This went on for a few more minutes. Abby alternately bobbed and slurped on his cock or just stroked and kissed it while her fingers flew between her legs. When Jake noted that she had started trying to wedge a third finger into her pussy he stopped her. "Lookin' good, white girl. Get up on the bed, let me make sure you're ready." Abby scrambled up onto the bed and lay back with her hips near the edge of the bed.. She spread herself wide, displaying to Jake her glistening vulva and the labia between. They shone in the afternoon light, layered with her juices. "Lookin' good and wet," commented Jake.. "Let's see how tight this is going to be." He slipped one finger into her easily.. Moving it in and out a bit to thoroughly moisten it. Then he put two fingers into her while she looked on. His were considerably thicker than Abby's fingers, so where she had gotten three into her sopping cunt, his two fit quite snugly. "Hmm.. yeah.. tight. Don't worry, I'll take my time." and with that, he lifted Abby's ankles to his shoulders and guided the head of his cock to her juicy pussy. Abby couldn't speak. She just propped herself on her elbows and stared while he began to wedge that fat cockhead into her cunt. She gasped and squirmed and wondered what it must be like to have a cock like this if you'd never had a child. She bit her lip and looked up at Jake sheepisly. "I guess I'm not as um, as opened up as I thought I was." Jake chuckled. "No surprise. Unless you had that baby real recent, ain't no white dick gets you ready for a black one." He pushed another inch of his swollen member into her. She grunted, grimaced, nodded to let him know she wanted more. Abby looked down as he worked himself deeper and deeper with each firm stroke. What the hell was she doing. This was a man she'd only known for a day, and a black man at that. Between her legs. Apparently her confusion was visible on her face because Jake noticed it. "Oh, I know, this is where the nice white lady asks herself how she wound up spreading her pretty legs for a black man, a black cock. Well, I fucked enough o' ya over the years, I think I got it figured out pretty good." Stroke, stroke, stroke. He didn't stop, just steadily introduced more and more of her distended vagina. She listened and watched as it clung to his shaft with each out-stroke like it didn't want him to leave. "Yep, ya'll see us black guys, us "niggers" as like something forbidden, someone your momma would be ashamed of you for fucking. And that makes the fucking a lot better. It's not just fucking any more, it's fucking a black man, a nigger. And that gets you all wet and horny. And ya know, it's about the only time that racist shit works for a black man, but it does." "It works." As he said that, he buried that last of his large cock into her pussy, pressed himself against her, his balls resting between the cheeks of her ass, his groin pressed against her engorged clitoris. "And now it's gonna work for the both of us." He withdrew himself several inches and with a long even thrust pushed himself balls deep again. "Oh, yes, this is gonna work real good!" he grunted. "This is some real nice white pussy." He chuckled bent over her and started to fuck her, seriously fuck her. Abby's eyes grew wide, fastened on his as he stared down into her dilated pupils with satisfaction. "Huh, huh, huh," he grunted. Abby chirped in chorus with him, her shrill squeals forced from her with the impact of every stroke. He would long stroke her for a while, rocking the bed as their bodies collided. Then he'd straighten up a little and fuck her harder, faster, only moving two or three of his fat, rigid inches in and out of her, keeping himself mostly inside her, keeping her feeling full. Her feet waggled in the air, suspended on either side of his head. Her tits bounced up and down over her chest with the violent shaking of her body. It wasn't long before her squeals got louder, higher, longer. When her first orgasm hit her she was barely conscious of thinking.. "I can't do this.. can't cum like this for some black man.." But she did. She came with a spine cracking intensity she'd never felt before. She vaginal walls clenched him ferociously, but still her went on, pounding her cunt with pile-driver blows. When her vision cleared she looked up at him again and saw the wild pleasure etched into his old black face. Then she knew that he too got a special pleasure out of fucking a white woman, maybe like she did fucking him. He let her legs down off his shoulders. Pulled out completely. Abby groaned in disappointment. "It's okay, I'm on the pill, you don't have to pull out." "No, that's not it. Scoot up on the bed, I wanna be on top of you, wanna cover you up when I cum in ya." He motioned with both hands. Abby moved back, lay back, opened her legs again. When she did, she noticed how puffy and red her labia were, so engorged they looked almost angry. With two fingers she parted them, inviting him in. "Ohhhh.. god, yesssss." she hissed when he climbed up and pushed his stiff cock inside her again, slowly, evenly until they were belly to belly and she could feel his heat and hardness in her deepest recesses. "I don't know about all that crap you said before, but I sure do know I love the way you feel inside me, the way we look joined together. Jake nodded. "Me too." Then he propped himself on his fists and lifted his hips. When he resumed fucking her this time it was somehow different. He wasn't just having fun. She could feel it. He was driving toward a goal, a purpose. His expression was edged with a tinge of anger. She felt him mining a lifetime of racial slights and injustices in preparation for their release when he filled her with his black semen. The reality of it shook her. She grabbed him with both hands, pulled him down on top of her. His huge torso pressed her into the mattress, buried her under his bulk while his hips continued to thrust mercilessly into her pussy, driving her into one orgasm, then another. She clung to him desperately, hooking her feet around his legs, her arms around his chest. She buried her face in his shoulder and whimpered incessantly. As her next orgasm began to blossom she felt his rhythm change, his cock swell even bigger inside her. ""Oh, yes, Jake, yes.. do it.. cum for me, Jake! Do it! Put your seed in me!" she heard herself yelling. "You want that? You want my nigger seed in your belly?" he grunted. "Yes! Yes, I want it. DO it!" she cried and came again, bucking uncontrollably beneath him while his magnficent cock gushed hot thick cum into her cunt. He yelled. She yelled, they thrashed against one another until he'd emptied himself and collapsed heavily on top of her, both of them gasping for breath. Abby felt his cock begin to shrink, to soften while he was still deep inside. As long as his cock was, she enjoyed the sensation for a long time before his limp member slipped from her pussy and his cum dribbled out of her. She shivered with pleasure. Neither of them talked for a while, but Abby broke the silence. "That was, amazing." Jake chuckled. "Not bad for an old guy, huh?" She patted his butt. "Not bad at all." A pause, then, "Uh, Jake, I loved it and all, but I uh. I can't be doing this again. You understand, right?" Jake's chuckle came from deep in his abdomen. It shook them both. "Oh, I ain't worried. You may be thinking that now, but in a day or two you gonna come runnin' for more. Once a white woman cums like that on a black dick, ain't nothin' keeps her away." Abby laughed politely. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that." Jake rolled off her. "I guess we just will." He wiped himself clean with the corner of the top sheet. ""I'd best be going. My Beverly's gonna wonder where I've gone to." Abby just realized that, on top of fucking a black man, she'd also just fucked a married one. "Oh. god.. I. didn't think. I.. I'm sorry." "You apologize too much. Beverly wouldn't care, even if she knew. I think she's just as glad I don't want to fuck her so much. She don't get off on black dick like you do." He was dressing again, pulling on his clothes as though this were the most normal thing in the world. Maybe it was, for him. "Nah, I just don't want her to worry." Abby lay on her side, naked and leaking as she watched him leave with a mock salute. "I'll be seein' ya." She didn't say anything, just let him go, then she collapsed into the deepest sleep she'd had in months. And she dreamed of him. And of his cock.

“OH, RONNIE” by SENORLONGO This is a brief story that’s been bouncing around my brain for a while. If you’re looking for one sex scene after another you should look elsewhere. There’s not much sex in this story—just enough to make the story interesting. Of course, all participants in sexual activities are adults—above the age of 18. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sr. Longo >>>>>> “Oh Ronnie…Ronnie…come here, will you?” I knew she was just being polite. It was a joke she liked to play on me. “And, Ronnie…bring the ‘demonstrator.’ You know the one…your favorite.” She finished with a hearty laugh. Why not? The joke was on me and, worst of all, there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it. I trudged into the bedroom, stooping to pick up the bag from her closet floor. Her closet! Who was I kidding? This was HER bedroom. Everything in it was HERS. Nothing in here was mine. MY stuff was jammed into the tiny closet and dresser in our smallest bedroom—the one we used for our home office. There was barely room for the desk, chair, and a file cabinet. That meant that I slept in a sleeping bag on the floor. Gail’s friends were laughing wildly when I walked onto the back porch. Gail was regaling them on the incredible abilities of her latest lover, Jacob Green, M.D. He was taller than me at six feet three inches and heavier at 215 pounds. He was an athlete—basketball and track were how he paid his way through a Big Ten university until he received a scholarship to medical school. None of that mattered to my wife. All she wanted was his huge black cock. I was anything but an alpha male physically. I was only five feet nine inches tall, slender—okay, skinny--with slightly hunched shoulders, weighing only 148 pounds naked, but 160 clothed. I know that seems like my clothes were heavy so maybe I should explain. >>>>>> I’d thought we had a good marriage. Dear God—how many times have you read that? I was doing extremely well with my own business as a certified public accountant while Gail, my wife of seven years worked as an elementary school teacher. We still made love at least three times a week and more if we rented porn on the weekend. Then I discovered online porn. It was free and it was available twenty-four hours a day. I started to stay up later than Gail, watching porn for maybe half an hour at first. It wasn’t long before I found myself rubbing my hard cock and in less than two weeks, I found that I was jerking off at least twice a week. It was every night less than a month later. Our sex life dwindled to the weekends, but I never thought that Gail would catch on—not until she did. It was a Wednesday in December around 11:30 when I was almost there, stroking wildly to “Barbara Broadcast,” a porn classic from the theater of the absurd. “Well,” I heard from the doorway. “This explains a lot.” Gail was leaning against the doorframe while her left hand played with her right nipple through her nightgown. My face had turned red and I tried to turn to cover my cock and hide my masturbation. “Don’t stop on my account,” she said. “It would be a shame to waste all of that effort. Go ahead. I want to see you spurt. Come on…DO IT!!! She had practically screamed at me. I took my six-inch cock in my hand, tightening my grip, and stroked faster and faster, my lust fighting my embarrassment for dominance and winning in the end until my abdomen was covered in my spunk. I was about to wipe it off until Gail told me, “Leave it there!” For some reason I obeyed, even wiping my hand over my chest as Gail led me to bed. Back then I was still sleeping in our bed and our room. Surprisingly, she didn’t say another word about it. I thought at first that the issue was dead. I had stopped staying up late in the hope that she would forget and eventually forgive me. Surprisingly, she never had sex with me again. I was rebuffed every time I asked until Gail finally just told me to go jerk off at the computer. “You might as well. You seem to enjoy that more than you enjoy me.” I felt bad, but she refused all of my advances. Then, about three months after her discovery, I found out why. >>>>>> I had gotten home late—tax season—and I was really beat. The lights were off downstairs and I trudged up to the second floor slowly. I noticed immediately that our bedroom was illuminated only by candles set on the night stands and the dressers. There, in the middle of our bed was my wife lying in a sexy pose and wearing a sheer red teddy. “Come here,” she whispered. “It’s time. I’m going to give you something you’ll remember for a very long time…maybe forever.” Then she laid back and spread her legs. Her pussy was as bare as the day she was born and, even in this dim light I could see the droplets—the telltale signs of her arousal. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. I was kneeling between her legs when she held up a glass of wine. “Let’s have a toast, shall we? Let’s drink to our future.” I took the glass, touched it to Gail’s and drank. I finished the glass and handed it back to her. Then I felt it—the overwhelming fatigue. Gail just pushed me to my side of the bed and whispered, “I promised you an unforgettable night and that’s exactly what you’re going to get, but first….” My eyes were barely open when I saw the bathroom door open and a big black man walk to our bed. He was naked with his big cock erected as he sat and leaned forward to kiss my wife then everything faded to darkness until the following morning. Gail was awake when I opened my eyes. “What the hell happened last night, Gail? I drank the wine and started to fall asleep. Just before I did, I dreamt that I saw a naked black man sit on our bed and kiss you.” Gail laughed. “That was no dream. That was Jacob, my lover. I promised you a night you’d never forget and that’s exactly what I’ve given you. Now pay close attention. See this device. I call it a ‘demonstrator.’ Watch what happens when I push this bratwurst into it. Okay. See these three flaps? They lie flat on top of the bratwurst and everything is fine as long as the brat stays where it is.” “What’s the point of this, Gail. I have to take a leak.” “Just be patient. I’ll show you right now. Watch what happened to the bratwurst when I try to pull it out of the cylinder.” She pulled and as she did the sharp flaps caught on the brat’s upper surface slicing it into three pieces. It was grisly, but it was about to get much worse. “I’m showing you this so you’ll understand that YOUR bratwurst is staying exactly where it is right now. It’s not coming out until I say it is.” She fingered a small shiny key on a chain around her neck that I hadn’t noticed before as she began to pull the blanket off my body. There on my cock and balls was a device obviously made of stainless steel that I recognized from my late-night online searches. It was a cock cage. It was a tight fit around my cock and I noticed the three sharp flaps that ensured my captivity flat against the upper surface of my penis immediately. “They’re called ‘anti-pullout pins’ in case you’re interested and they cost you more than two hundred bucks. I’d say they’re worth every penny. You’re in there until I release you. I even had to sign a waiver saying that I wouldn’t hold the company responsible for any damage done to your cock, not that it would be much of a loss.” I’d had enough of this game. I reached out and tore the chain from Gail’s neck. She just laughed. “You must think I’m an idiot. The real keys are in a safe deposit box in a bank in the city. How many banks in the city…any idea? There must be thousands, not that it would matter. Only I can open it. That little stunt is going to cost you another thirty days of chastity. That means you now have ninety…ninety days of vacation for your cock. However, I’ll be getting laid every night…by Jacob. You’ll be here watching and taking notes…learning how to be a decent lover. Would you believe that I had more orgasms the first time I fucked Jacob that I’ve had in seven years with you. Yes, Ronnie…I’ve faked every one…every single one. But, don’t worry. I’m not interested in a divorce. Jacob’s good for fucking, but not for marrying and you’ll be an even better husband once you’re trained properly. You can begin right now. Take your leak then you can make my breakfast and bring it to me in bed. Get moving!” To emphasize her orders, she reached out to give my pale white ass a good smack. The noise reverberated in our bedroom as I yelped in pain. She wasn’t any bigger than me, but we both knew she was stronger—the result of many hours at the gym while I was stuck at a desk earning the money that maintained our high-end lifestyle. “By the way, you’ll probably want to sit down while you pee. You’ll be cleaning up any spillage with your tongue,” she spit out with a vitriol I had never imagined she had possessed. She was laughing crazily by the time I had reached the bathroom door. >>>>>> That was how it began—how I became a chaste cuckold. After serving her breakfast she told me to clean up the kitchen, then dust and vacuum the rooms on the first floor. I balked until she began to count. “Ninety-one…ninety-two…ninety-three….” She was at ninety-five when I finally jumped up and trotted out of the room. “While you’re at it, I want you to be naked while you work. I want to be able to see your new adornment. It’s so pretty and so very effective.” I dropped my clothes into the hamper and went to the kitchen to begin my servitude, but I wasn’t giving in—not yet and probably not ever. I just needed time—time to plan and time to put that plan into effect. I had to serve her lunch on the rear deck and she made me lick her pussy while she ate. “How does that taste, cucky boy? Jacob dropped two big loads into me while you were sleeping last night. Incidentally, that wasn’t the first night you were drugged. I had to measure your little cock three different times in order to get it to fit right—snugly, but not too tight. It wouldn’t do to choke off the blood supply and have it fall off, now would it?” Then she rubbed my balls with her bare foot, laughing when I grimaced in pain as my flesh swelled against the prison’s bars. “Did they make it a bit too tight, darling cucky?” That night was my first real exposure to Jacob. She made me answer the door while I was naked. From there the evening went downhill fast. She made me serve them drinks and call them “Sir” and “Ma’am.” Gail had come into the living room wearing only a short and almost transparent nightgown I had bought her for last Valentine’s Day. Until now she had refused to wear it, calling it “indecent.” Apparently, it was only indecent for me. Jacob appeared to love it. My cock swelled against its prison bars, something Gail noticed immediately. “Oh my, you seem to be a bit uncomfortable, darling. Too bad you won’t be getting out of there for another ninety-eight days.” “Don’t you mean ninety-five?” “I mean whatever I say. Maybe I’ll say ‘two hundred.’ Would you like that? Just think of how much porn you could watch in that time. Doesn’t that idea appeal to you?” ‘No…Ma’am. I’ve lost interest in porn…Ma’am.” “Just as I’ve lost interest in you…well, in fucking you, anyway. Feel free to find another woman like one of those porn stars you’ve been drooling over. While you’re just standing there why don’t you get us some drinks? I’ll have a Chardonnay and Jacob just loves that Johnny Walker Blue you’re so proud of.” “While you’re at it, why don’t you get us some cheese and crackers. I saw some great cheddar in there last night,” Jacob added. Then, grabbing Gail by her waist he pulled her onto his lap. I could see their lust-laden kiss as I turned the corner to the kitchen. Johnny Walker Blue! He would like the most expensive whiskey I owned. I was tempted to do something about it, but stopped those thoughts when I remembered Gail’s counting. I served their drinks on a silver tray with cut cheese and crackers on a dish of our finest china in the center. I had been about to leave when Gail broke the kiss to give me further instructions. “Go upstairs and turn down the bed. Take one of the dining room chairs with you. I’ll tell you where I want you when Jacob and I get up there.” They arrived about half an hour later, both naked and Gail’s breasts showing several bite marks that would undoubtedly be hickeys by tomorrow morning. Fortunately, they wouldn’t be seen when she went to work. She stopped at her dresser and opened a drawer. “Here; I bought these just for you. Put them on. You’ll wear panties from now on.” I pulled them up my legs even as I wondered how much worse it could get. I found out a few seconds later when I was told to get Jacob hard. I would have thought that would be Gail’s job, but I guessed not. I stroked him for about a minute until his black cock was more than eight inches long and about twice as thick as mine was. Then I had to watch closely as Gail’s pussy lips slowly stretched around the large black organ. I knew that there were plenty of guys with bigger cocks than mine and I wasn’t surprised that she would choose someone bigger, but how much of this did I have to endure? A lot more, apparently. Twenty minutes later I was required to clean her sweaty cum-filled pussy and his wilting cock—not with a towel, but with my tongue. It was just the first of many humiliating lickings to come. >>>>>> Not surprisingly, my situation deteriorated swiftly from that point on. I had to move into the home office so she and Jacob would have some privacy. After all, a queen doesn’t share her bed with the staff. Luckily, tax season was reaching its climax so I was home less and less. I still had to endure several embarrassing phone calls almost every day. Then came the Saturday afternoon when she invited her friends over for drinks. I was dressed in a polo and shorts, but not for long, when she summoned me to the deck. I had handed Gail the bag and then she sent me to the kitchen for a bratwurst. Still laughing, she jokingly told the women,” Now, I don’t want you thinking that he’s as big as this bratwurst, because he’s not and he never will be, but more about that in a bit.” She pushed the sausage into the cylinder and showed what would happen if someone—think “me”—pulled his sausage out. Then she had me drop my shorts to expose my pink panties as almost all of the women roared hilariously with laughter that only got worse when Gail ripped the panties from my body. The hilarity stopped suddenly and completely when Gail’s younger sister, Amy, screamed, “What the hell’s wrong with you, Gail? Jeez, so he jerked off and watched porn. Big deal; he’s a guy. Maybe you should have kept him more interested instead of spreading your legs for some black guy with a big dick. You’re sick, Gail…just fucking sick and the rest of you aren’t any better.” Amy stomped off after delivering a hard, resounding slap to her older sister’s cheek. Gail’s face showed a red bruise hours later. “Yeah, well, not only does he have a big cock, but he also has a new Porsche convertible and he’s going to take me for a joyride next weekend. I bet we’re going to hit a hundred…maybe even more. I can’t see my loser husband doing that for me.” She was right. I’d never waste my money on such an extravagant car nor would I risk my life by driving so recklessly. >>>>>> The next week was more of the same, but now I was at the height of the tax season so I was hardly ever home until late Saturday night—almost midnight. I was surprised to see a Sheriff’s car at the curb as I pulled into the garage. The deputies walked purposefully up to the house. “Are you related to a Gail Masters?” “Yes, Deputy…she’s my wife. Why? Is there some problem? Is she okay?” “I’m sorry to tell you, but she’s been in an automobile accident. She died at the scene. I don’t have any more information, but I’m sure you can get a copy of the accident report by tomorrow noon at the Sheriff’s Office. Do you know how she knew a Dr. Jacob Green?” “Yeah, unfortunately. He was her boyfriend. They were fucking and throwing it in my face on a daily basis. I pray to God he was killed, too…hopefully suffering a painful death.” “I understand how you feel, sir. I can’t comment on his condition one way or the other. Whatever happened will be in the report. Good night, sir…sorry for your loss.” He and the other deputy shook my hand and turned to leave. I went inside. I knew I’d have a lot of work to do—work I was actually looking forward to. After notifying the mortuary, I made the necessary phone calls first to Gail’s parents who couldn’t believe that their illustrious first born was dead. They demanded details. “All I can tell you is that she was killed in an automobile accident and that she was a passenger in a car driven by a doctor. I don’t have any more information. I’m supposed to get the accident report from the Sheriff sometime tomorrow, hopefully before noon although I have no idea how complete it will be.” Her father, especially, wasn’t satisfied. “I’ll try to get more information,” I told him. “Hopefully, I’ll have it by the time of the wake. I’m really sorry, but I think I should phone Amy now and then I’ll need to contact her boss. It’s a real tragedy.” He agreed and I ended the call. My call to Amy was short. Amy lived with her parents, but she was out with friends on a Saturday night. She just said, “Oh…let me know when the wake and funeral will be, will you, Ronnie?” I agreed and rung off. I’d left the easiest for last—telling her principal. I didn’t envy his job—telling her students would be incredibly difficult. I wondered how he’d feel if he knew what a total slut his prize teacher was. For some reason I was able to sleep well once I had changed the sheets on what was once again my bed. >>>>>> I anticipated that my visit to the Sheriff’s Office would be lengthy. I had a lot of questions and I was sure that the investigating deputies would have a few for me, too. I was right on both counts. I obtained a copy of the report and was reading through it while waiting for the chief investigator to see me. He introduced himself as Lieutenant Bingham. We shook hands and a minute later we were in his office. “Lieutenant, there are a few things in the report that aren’t too clear. Can you tell me exactly what happened?” “First, can you tell me where you were last night?” I laughed as I pulled a business card from my wallet. “I’m a CPA. Today is March 29th. This time of the year I probably spend fourteen hours a day seven days a week in the office. That’s where I was until about twenty minutes before I met your deputies last night. I even ate at my desk with several of my staff—take-out pizza. If you don’t believe me you can check with the alarm company. They’ll have a record of when I logged out. I don’t quite know how I could have organized an accident. I don’t even know how to change the oil in my car and I’ve never been under the hood of a Porsche. It does have a hood, doesn’t it?” He nodded before continuing. “I understand that you knew about the affair. Why didn’t you do anything about it?” “Damn good question,” I answered and then I told him, even showing him my trapped genitals. I finished by telling him that I was just over halfway to being released, assuming that Gail was being honest with me, which I seriously doubted. “She made me a virtual slave. I cooked. I cleaned, I cleaned her after she fucked that asshole. So, yes, I had a motive—a damned good one--but I had no opportunity and, even if I did, I’d have no idea what to do. Now…are you going to tell me about the accident?” He took a deep breath and blew it out. “It looks like the steering somehow jammed and suddenly turned his car into the median and the concrete barrier. He was doing well over the speed limit at the time…at least eighty from our preliminary investigation. The car flipped over several times as it crossed over the three lanes to the trees on the other side of the road. Witnesses told us that the car flipped at least six times although there’s no way to know for sure. “From what we’ve been able to figure out she was topless and giving him a blowjob when the initial collision occurred. We know that because the impact caused her to bite his penis in two. We found it in her mouth and throat. “He probably would have survived the collision because of the airbags, but he bled out through his penis before the firemen were able to get him out of the wreck. Your wife appeared to have died from a broken neck—whiplash that appears to have resulted from her lying down instead of sitting up. She wasn’t wearing her shoulder belt. Too bad.” “If you say so. All of this began because I watched a little porn and jacked off. How many men have done the same? If caught by their wives they’d probably promise to stop like I did and that would be the end of it. Unfortunately, Gail wasn’t one of those women.” I stood up, thanked him for the information, and walked out the door. >>>>>> There were plenty of tears at the wake and the funeral, but none from me. I was sure that her friends and relatives felt that I was keeping the proverbial stiff upper lip—being strong for the sake of the family. Only Amy knew the truth and she remained silent at my side. Family and friends were invited to what had been our home after the burial for drinks and food that was catered by a local restaurant. These events were always lighter emotionally than the wake or funeral. Only when all had gone did things get ugly with my former father-in-law. “You’re hiding something from us, Ronald and I’ll get it out of you if I have to beat you senseless. I don’t believe that she was willingly in that car with a nigger.” He was leaning forward in a threatening pose with his fists clenched. ‘Let it go, Daddy. You’re not helping,” Amy implored, but it did no good. “Okay, George…you asked for it, now you’re going to get it. Your princess daughter was having an affair with that so-called nigger. She just couldn’t get enough of his big black cock. I ought to know. She forced me to watch often enough. She died because she was horizontal on the seats giving him a blowjob when the collision occurred. He died because she bit his penis in two. It was found in her mouth and throat when they were finally able to pull them out. Happy now? Your daughter was just a cheap slut in love with a big black cock. Maybe next time someone tells you to mind your own business you’ll listen. Now, get the hell out and leave me alone.” Gail’s parents left, but Amy stayed behind as I began to clean up. “I have to go, too, Ronnie, but tell me…were you able to get out of that horrible device?” “Not yet. The keys are in a safe deposit box and I’ll need a death certificate to open it. I should get it in another week or so. It’s frustrating, but there’s nothing I can do to hasten the process. Thanks for asking and thanks even more for your support.” I hugged Amy and she walked out to join her parents. I could hear their arguing before Amy drove away apparently in disgust at her father’s comments and behavior. >>>>>> It’s amazing the diversity of clients an accountant can have. For example, I have businesses large and small as well as several school districts and churches in the county. I also worked with doctors, dentists, lawyers, plumbers, teachers, insurance salespeople and—yes—even auto mechanics, one of whom owed me a huge favor. It was about eight years ago when Louie DiNunzio and his attorney contacted me about saving his company—Louie’s Auto Repair--if he was able to divorce his cheating slut wife. “Sure,” I told him. “You can sell the company to me for a fraction of its real value. Then you’ll just be an employee. Your wife will get half of the sales price. I’ll get my money back from the profits and in a few years, I’ll be disinterested in owning an auto repair shop and I’ll sell it back to you. That transaction will be on paper and no real money will change hands. You’ll still do all of the management activities, but your wife will be unable to fuck up your company and destroy all of your hard work.” Now Louie had really repaid his debt. It all began when he told me that he had a Porsche 911 while I was checking his books. “It has an electric power steering module that’s controlled by one of the many small computers on board. I can ‘adjust’ the steering so when he goes more than eighty it will jerk the wheel hard left. Most of the time that will cause the vehicle to flip. You know…inertia.” Louie had done all of the work the night before the accident while Jacob’s car was in my garage and mine was out in the street. Of course, Jacob was occupied the entire time with my wife’s disgusting cunt. I stopped by Louie’s shop the following Monday morning to get my oil and filter changed, going the rest of the way to my office in the passenger seat of Louie’s Porsche. He delivered my Honda Pilot to my office just before noon. He had placed the keys in my hand when he commented, “Did I ever mention that I keep my Porsche in my locked garage. You might give some thought to locking that side door of yours.” He left the office with a wry smile on his face. Meanwhile, I’d been able to find the key to Gail’s safe deposit box and, while there may be hundreds of branch offices in our nearby city, there are only a handful of actual banks. Phone calls to their national headquarters told me what branch of what bank held the keys to my freedom. I went there—twelve miles one way—in spite of my heavy work load as April 15th approached. I had the death certificate, my passport, Gail’s will, and my Power of Attorney so I had no problem getting into the box. I put the keys into a paper bag that I’d brought along for that purpose. I was surprised to find four thick bundles of hundred- dollar bills in the box. All told, they amounted to $40,000 which I assumed had been Jacob’s money. I knew exactly how much Gail earned. All of that money was direct deposited into our joint account, an account that I maintained. I put that into the bag, too then canceled the box, explaining that my wife’s unfortunate demise had eliminated the need for the extra security. I had a private bathroom in my office so I locked the door and dropped my pants and boxers. The smaller key opened the top compartment—the one that held those damned anti pull-out pins that had threatened to cut off my cock. When I leaned forward and the cage was upside down, they fell harmlessly onto the tile floor. Next, I was able to open the entire cage and pull it off my body. I cannot describe the sensations I experienced then. My cock swelled, filling with blood so quickly and so completely that it actually hurt. After months of captivity the pain was a relief. I massaged my poor organ, wanting to cum in the worst way. Unfortunately, that would have to wait. I dropped the entire evil apparatus into the bag and placed the money into my big safe as I returned to work. >>>>>> I was really looking forward to a great jerk-off session once I was home so, naturally, the day dragged terribly until I could finally leave just after 9:30 that evening. I stopped off at a diner for a quick meal of roast turkey and stuffing with mashed sweet potatoes. I was really thirsty so I opted for a jumbo ginger ale. I rarely drank unless on the weekend or out to dinner with Gail, not that she’d gone with me lately. By the time I had finished and driven the rest of the way home it was almost 11:00—time for bed so I could put in another hectic day again tomorrow. I was surprised to find Amy sitting on my front porch as I drove into the garage. “What’s up, honey?” “I had a huge fight with my dad and I’m leaving home. I’ve had enough of his bullshit. I’ve had to play second fiddle to Gail my entire life. Nothing I ever did was good enough even though I got better grades than her and went to a better university. I earn more money than she did and I never would cheat on my husband like she did with you. I have a lot to tell you about that. It’s the reason for the brawl with my asshole father.” I led Amy into the living room and sat her on the couch while I poured us each a glass of JW Blue with a couple of ice cubes. It’s smooth enough that it can be sipped straight. Amy had said that she had something to tell me so I sat patiently. She took a couple of sips then a deep breath before she spoke. “Gail was cheating on you months before she caught you watching porn. One of the gals in my office was celebrating her birthday and she wanted to go to Parnell’s—you know, that sleazy dive on the other side of the city?” I nodded. It really was a dive, and—worse—there had been several shootings and sexual assaults there over the past year. “We were seated at a table enjoying a couple of drinks and listening to the music when I noticed Gail and this big black guy at a table near the end of the bar. They were doing everything but fucking at the table. I could see his hand up her dress and one of her tits was exposed for everyone to see. I tried to hide as we left, but Gail saw me. She threatened to tell our parents which would have been big trouble for me because they absolutely forbade me from going there. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t realize that it was an ongoing affair and I couldn’t ever imagine that she’d do that cock cage thing to you. It sounds terrible, but I’m not broken up over her death. “I have a favor to ask. Daddy threw me out of the house. It’s okay. I should have left years ago, but I enjoyed the free rent and Mom’s cooking. I could use a place to stay for a few days while I find an apartment. Could I stay here with you?” “Of course; your sister may have tortured me, but you were the only one who stood by me and supported me, so stay as long as you like. Tax season will be over in a few days and I’ll enjoy the company—besides, I can use some help disposing of Gail’s clothes. Maybe you’d like some of her jewelry. Need any help bringing your stuff in?” “No, I just have a small bag and I’m sure you’re really tired. Go to bed. I’ll close up the house and crash in the guest room.” She stood and kissed my cheek before walking out to the curb for her clothes. By the time she returned I was in the shower rubbing out a long overdue orgasm. My cum splashed off the tile walls as I sagged back against the rear wall of the enclosure. “Damn,” I thought. “That was fucking overdue and just incredible.” My legs were rubbery as I pushed off the wall and aimed the shower spray at my mess. Imagine my surprise as I turned to the shower’s clear glass door to see Amy standing there totally naked and rubbing her naked cunt. I was even more surprised when she exclaimed, “Oh, ‘Ronnie! Will you do that in my cunt next time? Please?” I stepped out, seeing no reason to hide my body—the one she had already seen. “What are you doing here, Amy? You know the guest room has its own bath.” “I’m here for the same reason why I came here to your house. I’ve always had really strong feelings for you. I think you already knew that, but I couldn’t do anything about them because of Gail. Now she’s dead and my stupid parents are no longer in the picture either, so I’m free…free to explore my feelings for you.” By then she had pulled the towel from the rack and begun to dry my body as she leaned in for a tender kiss. Even at the age of thirty-six I felt my cock re-harden instantly. Gail had been thirty-four and I knew that Amy was seven years younger at twenty-seven. She was also a bit shorter at five feet four inches with a gorgeous slender body. Her B-cup breasts fit her tiny body spectacularly, riding high on her chest with puffy pink nipples and round light brown areolas that my hands found as soon as hers led me to them. She moaned under my touch and as soon as she had dried me her hands led me to her oozing cunt. “That’s so nice, Ronnie. Play with my cunt. I’ve wanted that for so long. You can’t imagine the number of times I masturbated while dreaming that you were actually fucking me.” I felt that I was in Heaven as Amy gently stroked my cock. Leaning down, I whispered, “I think I can make that happen.” Then we kissed—our first real romantic kiss, one that lingered for several minutes. Our tongues dueled and our faces were covered in spit when we broke it, but neither of us cared even a little. I kissed her again as I gently lifted her tiny body and carried her to my bed. “Take me, Ronnie. Take me and fuck me good. Take me and make me your woman, the woman I’ve dreamed about being.” I moved between her legs, my cock feeling as though it was made of steel or titanium. I doubted that I’d ever been harder, even for my first time with Gail. Amy was incredibly wet as I rubbed my cock into her slit and began to press home. Amy was tiny, weighing less than a hundred pounds and her pussy was in perfect proportion to her body. She was, by far, the tightest of any pussy I had experienced as I pushed forward. I could feel her vaginal walls press against my erection as I began my rhythm. It wasn’t long before Amy matched me thrust for thrust. I had plenty of staying power, having just cum hard only a few minutes ago. I must have been doing something right because Amy was shaking wildly under me and it only got worse as her orgasm neared. She was fucking me hard and screaming, “Fuck me, Ronnie. Fuck me! Fuck me!” Then it hit and I feared for her safety until she calmed down and her ragged breathing became regular. Then she looked up at me and smiled sweetly. “Oh, Ronnie!” Then she kissed me again as she moved her legs over my shoulders. “Oh, Ronnie—think we can do that again? I can’t wait to give you my ass…my virgin ass. That’s all yours, too just like every other part of me. Oh, Ronnie…fuck me and never stop. Oh, Ronnie…please!” >>>>>> I fucked Amy until neither of us could walk and then I fucked her again. We slept well into the morning. I phoned in to the office to tell them I wouldn’t be in. That was unheard of during tax season, but it was one of the benefits of being the boss. Amy called into her office, pleading illness and returning to our embrace once the call was ended. We stayed in bed until my dick was as soft as putty and we were both covered in a mixture of semen and pussy juice. Our abdomens and thighs were sticky to the touch as I leaned on my side to bring Amy into another embrace. I was nuzzling her ear when I whispered, “I think we could both use a shower. Care to join me?” “Gladly…if I can find the strength in my legs to stand and walk and may I suggest that we do something about dinner? You’re some lousy host, not providing me with food and drink.” “I beg to differ,” I replied with a huge smile on my face. I think it was around three this morning that I gave you a mouthful of my finest.” Amy was laughing as she elbowed me in the ribs. “That was great but I don’t think that spunk counts as real food. Let’s go! I’m ready for that shower.” I crawled off the bed, the sheets sticking to my skin as I turned to help my new lover to her feet. Arm in arm we strolled into the bathroom where I turned the hot water on while we used the toilet—Amy first. The water was scalding by the time I had flushed away my urine so I adjusted the temperature and we stepped in. No sooner were we in the shower than Amy tiptoed up to give me another of her searing kisses. Then she grabbed the soap and rubbed it over my chest and back before reaching down to my cock and balls. Breaking the kiss, she bent forward to wash my legs and then it was my turn. Then we dried each other and dressed even though Amy’s choices were limited to her small overnight bag. Instead of an elegant restaurant we went out for pizza and beer even though Amy laughingly complained that beer always made her fart. “Uh oh, sounds like the guest room for you tonight,” I laughingly replied, as though that would ever happen. Amy took another day off the following day so she could get her clothes and personal items while her dipshit father was at work. She was done by the time I returned from work by 8:00 p.m. We ate a light dinner and went straight to bed, falling asleep more than an hour later. The next day it was off to work early for both of us. By then I had given her a house key, garage remote, and the alarm code. We continued like that for the next two months and in that time our relationship grew in many ways. We learned that we enjoyed the same activities, books, movies, and sports. Not only did we enjoy our time together, we treasured it. “I wonder if we’ll feel the same way ten years from now when we have children,” Amy asked one evening after another vigorous session of love-making. “I think you might want to wait on that to see if I even ask you,” was my reply. Amy’s hands flew to her face as she told me repeatedly how sorry she was for being so presumptuous. “Okay, then…what kind of wedding would you like?” it took several seconds for her to process what I had said, but suddenly she jumped onto my chest, both grinning wildly and crying tears of joy. “Oh, Ronnie. I’ve been praying for this moment for so long. I don’t want a big church wedding. Just march me up in front of a justice of the peace and then we can work on knocking me up. Is that okay?” “Better than okay; it’s perfect.” Then I pulled her to me for another long tongue-laden kiss. A few minutes later I had her in the passenger seat of my Honda. “Where are we going, Ronnie?” “Well, I assume you’d like a set of rings and maybe you’d like to pick one out for me. Hmmm, what do you think?” “Oh, Ronnie…I’m so in love with you.” She reached out to hold my hand as I drove to a jeweler friend I knew well from the Chamber of Commerce and Rotary. He greeted me warmly although he was surprised to see me so soon after what he called “Gail’s tragic demise.” Then I set him straight and when I was done, he was speechless—eyes as big as quarters and his mouth open so wide, I was afraid he’d catch flies. “So, this is Gail’s sister, Amy. She’s nothing like her slut sister and it turns out she’s been in love with me for years. So, close your mouth and do what you’re supposed to do—sell us some rings.” Amy is a tiny pixie so she ***********ed a small—but not tiny—ring of yellow gold and a 1.5 carat diamond. Our wedding bands were slender gold bands. Hers had a row of eight diamonds. Mine had three. I got a good discount, paid the bill with my credit card and walked my bride-to-be out to the car. >>>>>> I had asked Greg, a friend from the country club to stand with me and Amy asked her cousin Jennifer. I knew her, of course from my relationship with Gail. I also knew that Jennie would tell Amy’s parents if she hadn’t already. I didn’t care and neither did Amy. We were married in a simple ceremony with a local magistrate at 10:43 on Friday morning—April 20th. The weeks after April 15th are still busy with late tax filings, but they’re nowhere near the hectic pressure we feel as we approach the annual deadline. I could afford to take a day off. The honeymoon, however, would have to wait until June. One thing I definitely wanted to do was to install a new lockset in the side door to the garage. The old one had been broken for years. I was almost done when a sedan drove up. I wasn’t terribly surprised to see Lieutenant Bingham exit the car and walk my way. “I see you’ve already moved on, Mr. Masters. That’s kind of suspicious. Makes me wonder.” “I’m sure it does, but I’ve known my wife, Amy, almost as long as I knew Gail. She’s Gail’s sister. When Gail showed her friends what she had done to me so she could control me for her big-dicked lover one Saturday afternoon, Amy was furious and called Gail out on it. She even gave Gail a terrific slap in the face before slamming the door on her way out. At the house after the funeral there was a heated discussion about Gail’s behavior with her father who could never see anything negative about his first child. Perhaps I should also mention that he is also a horrendous racist. He thought I was hiding information about how Gail had died and he was right, but I did it to spare his feelings. “Unfortunately, he refused to back off so I told him everything you had told me then I threw them out of my house. He was furious with me—not with Gail—but Amy stood up for me and told him a few more things he didn’t want to hear. The argument continued when they got home and, bottom line, he threw her out a few days later. I found her here that evening after work and offered her a place to stay until she found a permanent apartment. Shows you how little I know about women. I had always loved Amy, but as the little sister. It seemed she had other ideas. Changing the subject, are you any closer to finding out what happened to cause the crash?” “No, we even had the people from Porsche in to check the wreckage, but everything was too badly damaged.” “Well, accidents do happen, especially when you’re speeding and from what you’ve told me he should have been on a drag racing track instead of the interstate.” “We did find out one thing from the start of the accident to when the vehicle stopped. The distance the car rolled showed he was doing close to a hundred.” I shook my head. “I’m just glad he didn’t kill some innocent person who was just minding their own business.” Bingham agreed and left. I finished my job, throwing the old lockset into the trash before going inside to see Amy. >>>>>> We fucked and made love almost every day. After all, we were on a mission—to, as Amy had said--knock her up. Then one day I came home to find a gift on the entry hallway table. It was gaily wrapped with a fancy bow. A label on top said, “To Ronnie, With Love, From Amy.” I was understandably curious so I walked into the living room to find Amy sitting quietly on the couch. After giving her a quick kiss, I asked, “What’s the occasion? I know it’s not my birthday.” “Just open it. You’ll see.” I did and inside were three slender white cylinders. I turned them over in my hand and, as I did, I noticed that they all said “YES.” When I turned around to see Amy, she was both smiling and crying. She jumped into my arms to kiss me—a much longer and more passionate one this time. Looking into my eyes she said those words I had grown to love, “Oh, Ronnie—I love you so much. You make me so happy. Oh, Ronnie!” Then she kissed me again. >>>>>> Amy quit work so she could be a full-time mom when she was in the sixth month of her pregnancy. Fortunately, she had an easy time as her term progressed, but we knew she would have to have a C-section because of her small size and narrow hips. In some ways I was glad because she would be able to avoid the difficulties of labor. She went into the hospital on a Tuesday morning and gave birth that afternoon to a beautiful six-pound four-ounce girl. I swear, in that moment I loved Amy more than I believed possible. My mom came to help for the first two weeks, leaving once Amy was able to get around on her own. We struggled as all new parents do, but eventually things calmed down. We adopted a dog from the Humane Society to provide Amy with some company and protection while I was at work. We got a neutered lab-mix that already weighed fifty pounds when we brought him home. He sat calmly in the rear seat with our new daughter Beth Marie and his head on Amy’s shoulder. I felt much better when I left for work Monday morning. Amy was feeding Beth in our bedroom when Casey jumped up and ran to the front door, barking loudly when he got there. Amy laughed as she told me, “If that won’t scare the bad guys away, what will?” I kissed her quickly then leaned down to kiss Beth’s forehead before jogging to the door. I petted Casey as I opened the door then stood there in amazement as I looked at my mother-in-law. “Hello, Ronald. I heard from Jenny that I have a beautiful granddaughter so I had to come and see her for myself. May I come in?” “Of course, Ellen. You’re always welcome. They’re in the bedroom.” I led her up the stairs, stopping just outside. “Amy, you have a visitor. Okay to have her come in?” Then I stepped aside to marvel at the expressions on both of their faces. Amy had never said a word, but I knew that she missed her mom terribly. I was pleased when I walked into the room to see the joy as Ellen first kissed and hugged her daughter then took her sleeping granddaughter into her arms. There were tears in her eyes when she sat down to rock and whisper to our daughter, Beth. “That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful daughter,” Ellen told us as she slowly rocked back and forth. “This is a beautiful chair, Amy. Is it an antique?” “Yes, Ellen,” I replied, “it belonged to my great grandmother and it’s been handed down from son to son.” Looking down as our sleeping baby, she commented, “Well, she certainly seems to enjoy it.” Then she looked at Amy and said, “What a fool I’ve been. Can you ever forgive me?” The expression on Amy’s face answered her and from that day on Ellen visited us often. George, however, never met his granddaughters. It was his loss as our four daughters loved their grandparents and expressed their love openly. Too bad; it was his loss, not ours. Amy proved to be a wonderful wife and I made every effort to be as good to her as she was to me. My business flourished and I eventually had a dozen accountants working for me, auditing the books of small corporations around the country and even in Canada and Mexico. Dealing with Gail’s abuse had been horrible, but I’d go through all of it again to be able to spend the rest of my life with her loving sister. I never tired of hearing Amy express her love with those two simple words—"Oh, Ronnie!” The End.

Author’s note: I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking). Since it did turn out to be rather long I have decided to break it down into several smaller portions both for ease in posting and for reader consumption. That said… I hope you enjoy this long winded tale. It is a true story, all of this really did happen. All persons depicted in this story, at the time of any sexual activity, were eighteen years of age or older. Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven of many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, one of many, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, being Jim. Being Jim Ch6 Lessons of Life By Frodov This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past. Names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Discretion is a precious commodity and is becoming rarer and rarer every day. Sometimes to better understand the “whole”, the big picture in its present state you must pick a thread and follow it back through the weave to earlier times or events, to see the interactions that colored that thread or created it. Often one thread is formed from multiple smaller connected threads, much like the cloth is woven from many threads. But isn’t that life? This story reaches back to my time in college. I was working full time mostly in a part time job delivering pizzas to pay for my gas and insurance to allow me to commute to and from school and home. Remember this all happened before cell phones and the internet, cable TV was still in its infancy. The 80’s big hair bands, big hair, a different time. Part One “Wait... Stop, stop, stop!” She said with an exasperated sigh. “Go wash your face, brush your teeth and then bring me a glass of iced tea when you come back.” She said as she crossed her legs and closed her robe over herself covering up those long silk covered legs and that very hairy oasis between them. I knew better than to protest, I slid back off the edge of the bed, my erection dragging along the covers under my boxer shorts. I had no idea why she stopped me again and sent me off to do this. I did know that she would explain in her own time and I would probably learn something valuable from the seeming nonsense and my frustration. I walked from the master bedroom and down the hall to the bath room. I ran some warm water in the sink and soaked a washcloth before applying a little soap and then washing my face. I rinsed out the washcloth and wrung it out then folded it over the towel rack. Then pulled my toothbrush from the holder and applied a bit of toothpaste then began brushing my teeth. This was the third time in the last hour and a half that I was sent to clean up and then fetch something for Maggie. Now I would normally think of myself as a pretty patient sort of guy but this stop and start stuff was wearing me pretty thin today. I spat out the tooth paste and rinsed my mouth with some cold water. I dried my face and hands on a hand towel and then exited the bathroom to turn right and down the hall to the kitchen to retrieve a glass and fill it with some ice and tea. As I entered the kitchen I found Penny sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in hand and some papers in the other. Her half frame reading glasses perched on her delicate little button nose as she looked up over them and smiled at me. “Did you brush your teeth?” She asked giving me that knowing smile and raising one delicate eyebrow in questioning expression. “Yes Miss Penny.” I said as I smiled sheepishly to her. As I opened the refrigerator and pulled out the pitcher of iced tea that was always present. I poured about three quarters of the glass full as the ice clinked and rose with the cloudy amber liquid. “Penny?” I began as I returned the pitcher and closed the refrigerator door. Turning to her I continued. “I know sometimes I’m a little slow to pick up on the lessons but what am I doing wrong? Am I doing something wrong or is Maggie just teasing me or something?” I asked tilting my head slightly to one side then catching myself and returning it upright and standing up straight almost as if at attention. It occurred to me that my habit of tilting my head to one side was much like what dogs do when they are trying to understand their master’s intent. Miss Penny’s facial expression softened and she set down the papers she was grading and her coffee cup then held out both her arms beckoning me to her side. I stepped up to her and she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me into her. My now semi flaccid erection just a bulge under my silk boxer shorts seemingly nestling in between her soft womanly mounds of breast casually gathered together under her gossamer like silk robe. I knew that there was nothing else on under that robe as Penny was almost loath to wear much more than her “wrappers” around the house unless she was tutoring or entertaining guests. While unofficially I was a student, of sorts, and was being “tutored” by both herself and Miss Margaret, Maggie she insists in private, I was considered almost one of the family. What an interesting, odd even, family indeed. Perhaps I should pause my narrative here and introduce you the reader to myself, and these two wonderful if often times confounding women. My name is James, Jim or Jimmy and sometimes Jimbo to my family and friends. I am or was at the time a college student working part time at almost full time hours for a nationally known pizza delivery chain, I’ll call them “Dom’s”. Physically I’m just Joe average, standing about five foot eight, tilting the scales at about two hundred pounds. I played football up through high school, played one year of soccer, ran track and even took one turn at the wrestling team but decided that just wasn’t for me. I was sturdy but not ripped like many guys who dedicate themselves to weight lifting or body building. Blond hair turning slowly to a light brown, brown eyes , an open and honest face not exactly handsome but far from homely… or so I’ve been told many times. I was not someone that stood out in a crowd. That being said, it was probably a good thing as well because generally speaking I was, and remain somewhat, mostly, shy and quiet around strangers and people I’ve just met. I do fancy myself as a keen observer of those people around me however. I take in far more than I let on. My parents instilled within me a sense of respect for my elders and strangers in general, and a strong work ethic. Along with that I was and remain a bookworm, as apt to get lost in a good book as I am to seek out real life adventures, of which I actually indulge in more than most people are aware. I’ve learned many things in my short life, some from studying things and people around me, some from trial and error in doing, and some by instruction. This tale involves all the above but focuses more on the latter. I have had the great fortune of knowing and receiving care and instruction from some very special people throughout my life, none more special as the two ladies I will introduce to you in this tale. The ladies, Miss Penny, that’s what I call her by her request as she rather despises her full name of Penelope Anne Ridgeford. “It just sounds so stuffy.” She would explain. Penny at the time of this tutelage was still a working teacher in the neighboring county from where she lived with Miss Margaret, more on that later. Penny was as I mentioned earlier had a penchant for wearing little to nothing in the way of clothing around her home. She was a buxom lady indeed with large but not overly large soft breasts that begged to be held and caressed. As a woman in her mid forties, those breasts did fall prey to the affects of gravity somewhat however so they did sag but ever so slightly and not an unpleasant sight to behold certainly. They had slightly darkened areola about the size of half dollar coins with soft pink marble sized nipples right in their center. I can tell you they were very sensitive. Miss Penny was not a slender lady but certainly not fat in any way either. Standing a modest five foot six barefooted or in her silk slippers that she wore anytime she didn’t have shoes on or was not bathing, I would later find out just why that was. Her soft shoulder length hair often changed color depending on her whims and moods but I will always remember it as the coppery strawberry blonde that she wore when I first made her acquaintance. She was soft spoken most of the time, not a timid or meek voice but rather a confident one that caused people to listen all the more closely to her when she was speaking. Her voice coming from the softest ever smiling lips, full and often slightly pouted causing her dimples to peek out on her cheeks. Miss Penny had a kind rounded face that was complimented by those full lips and a smallish if a little wide button nose that set off the biggest light blue eyes. Her long luxurious lashes were the stuff dreams are made of for cosmetics designers and models alike. Those eyes popped and they were highlighted by a set of carefully manicured but full eyebrows that rode on her forehead like beacons drawing ones gaze to those lovely blue eyes. Those eyes could shine like the brightest sunlight when she was pleased with you but turn as hard and as cold as icy stone when she was displeased with you. As with her soft spoken demeanor, her gaze also grabbed and held your attention. Miss Penny was in her own describing, “Plush”. Not thin, not fat, certainly not a hard body but not frail either. I might call her sturdy but that would almost sound demeaning really. Penny was soft in all the right places, had curves where they were meant to be, abundant but not in excess. When dressed for work, the classroom, she was nothing extraordinary and would hardly garner a second glance from most people, especially guys. She could dress up and people would perhaps take a second look, but when she was in her preferred state of dress, or undress as the case may be, she would turn any man’s head and many a woman’s head as well. One last outstanding feature I must mention was her strong but slender hands with their immaculately manicured nails. Miss Penny could have been a hand model for any jewelry line or cosmetics line for that matter. She had the perfect nails in my opinion, just the right length to be elegant as if a drop of paint were just hanging from the ends of the fingers. They had a natural shape, tapered not squared off of chopped. I can’t remember ever seeing those beautiful fingers when they weren’t perfectly painted and polished. Her legs seemed to be borrowed from a gymnast half her age, while not overly muscular, they were toned and had exquisite curves of their own. They ran from the floor thickening a little perhaps in the thighs but with not an ounce of flab, to the bottoms of her sweetly pear shaped ass in the back and to a velvety neatly trimmed crotch within which was centered what I came to know as her peach. While not completely hairless, Penny’s peach was lightly covered with velvety soft peach fuzz where the hair was nearly nonexistent save for a neatly trimmed heart shaped tuft of strawberry blond hair just above her peach. Then there was Miss Margaret, Miss Penny’s Housemate. They both lived in this modest four bedroom home with two car garage and full basement. In a quiet neighborhood with tree lined streets, good fences and quiet neighbors. While Miss Penny was almost bubbly in her sweetness and outgoing manner, Miss Margaret was decidedly not, at least by outward appearances or casual observation. Margaret, Maggie to her friends, was an imposing figure of a woman. Reserved, almost haughty, perhaps aloof would be a better way to describe her. By all appearances she was a stern intelligent woman that didn’t suffer fools or foolishness. Like Miss Penny, a look from Miss Margaret could stop you in your tracks or halt your words in mid speech. Those liquid copper orbs could burn a hole through solid steel or they could softly shine like the light of a candle when you were in her good graces. Separating those copper colored lights was a patrician nose, longish, delicate but firm. Her nostrils would flare when she was upset or angry or when… well… I’ll talk more about that later. Above Margaret’s eyes separating her eyes from her forehead were two dark brows that always seemed to be immobile, but when her mood changed or she was startled they grew animated and would dance and jump as if they were living creatures. Below her nose there was a wide set of thin tight lips. Margaret didn’t wear much make up and certainly didn’t draw attention to her lips but on occasion I’ve seen her with lipstick on and it changes the entire look of her face, her face softens. Her wide lips set off her strong chin and jaw line that sit atop her long thin neck. A neck that like the rest of Miss Margaret is toned but not muscular. Margaret stands about five foot seven in her stockinged feet. Aside from bathing I’ve rarely ever known her to not be wearing stockings of some sort on those elegant shapely legs. For a woman in her late forties she was remarkably toned and fit. Her arms and legs slender and long, her ass also on the smallish side but nicely rounded and shaped all the same. Two smallish but well rounded firm breasts rode high and proud on Margaret’s chest seemingly defying gravity. Topped by two dark shaded points of her nipples about the size of pencil erasers, were surrounded by slightly darker quarter sized areolas that seemed to float on the milky white skin that covered Margaret’s body. That pale white skin contrasted with her hair. She had raven black hair, a full glossy gossamer cloud that framed her face, hung to the middle of her shoulder blades when she let it down. Usually it was tamed into a tight bun or other restrictive styling that left her generous yet delicate ears exposed to the world. In the lobes of those ears she always, always, wore a set of pearl stud earrings. There was one more pearl stud but it was constantly worn much farther down, not in an ear, but rather in a piercing of the hood covering Margaret’s magic switch, her clit. I can’t count the number of times I blessed that single pearl and silently thanked the gods for that jeweled beacon, surrounded as it was by an equally dark cloud of gossamer like raven black hair. If Miss Penny had a Peach, Miss Margaret had a large ripe plum, one surround by that raven black silky soft hair. Soft yes, but dense, it certainly takes some getting used to but once that has happened it becomes a thing of beauty and wonder. It’s also a source of frustration for the uninitiated. That would have been me, more on that later though. From outward appearances, Miss Margaret would appear to be the antithesis or opposite of Miss Penny as far as personalities go. While Miss Penny is ordinarily bubbly and seemingly happy, Miss Margaret appears to be stern, or almost cross, cold, and as I described earlier, aloof. Miss Margaret Eileen Mays is, was, also a teacher. She taught among other things typing, in a senior high school right here in this very town. In fact she was one of my own teachers, and I was, one of her students. I am now one of her students again, a very special kind of student, for a very special kind of teacher. It’s funny how small events in one’s life often evolve and turn into life changing events at a later time in that same life… like ripples on the pond, or a butterfly flapping wings and creating hurricanes a world away that sort of thing. One small action, a smile, a kind word, holding a door for a stranger things that most take for granted and never think about again can actually mean the world to someone who desperately needed a moment of kindness… or someone who witnesses that act and is impressed with the selflessness of a person offering that moment of kindness. I know, I know, get on with the story right? Okay… but just bear with me a moment or two longer, it will make sense later when you need those missing puzzle pieces. Many years ago, not so long during the setting of this story perhaps, I was in high school, a sophomore actually. During my years of high school we had schools .....//..... that taught grades seven, eight and ninth (what would be freshman year for most schools). So sophomore was the first year most kids in my area were introduced to High School. For most kids entering high school is an eye opening experience, a brave new world to explore and learn. Sure there are the usual cliques and clubs and organizations that people gravitate to, to fit in, to find themselves amongst others of the same or like minds and desires. What? Too deep maybe? Okay to be brief I was a jock, so I went out for the Soccer team over the summer break between the school years and my transition from junior high to senior high school. Likewise when the school year started I went out for the football team. I made the team and even impressed the coaches enough to win a spot on the team. Not unheard of for a sophomore to be on the first string even if it was only special teams but not common either, especially for a smaller guy by varsity football standards. But I was quick on my feet, tenacious and in a word, I had balls. Okay let me explain. In this case balls meant I didn’t back down and I would take on anyone on the playing field, no matter how much bigger than me they might have been. During one of the early practices I had been assigned as a blocker for the kick-off receiving team my counterpart opposing me was the biggest guy on the team, a gentle giant in person to be sure but he towered over me by a good foot and a half and outweighed me by probably by half again my own weight. He didn’t move fast but he didn’t deviate when he did start moving either… think steam roller on legs. Big Henry was a force to be reckoned with. As it turned out, the ball was kicked, the kicking team stormed down the field. The receiver caught the ball yards behind me so everyone was focused on my little patch of turf and the path of the ball carrier that fell in behind me and two other guys… Big Henry was heading our way, picking up speed with his head down. Of the three of us blockers, one guy tripped (or so he said) and went down, the other guy, bigger than me hit big Henry a glancing blow on his right hip and ricocheted like a ping pong ball, then there was me. I knew it was going to hurt but then I always was head strong and didn’t know when to quit once I set my mind to something. You could almost feel the ground beneath our feet trembling as big Henry stormed in. I put my arms up in the blocking stance, put my head down a bit and just hit him as hard as I could right in the chest. BAM! I saw stars. I could have sworn I heard birds chirping just like in all the old cartoons too. They tell me that big Henry stopped cold when I hit him, the ball carrier danced around us and ran half the length of the field before he tripped on his own two feet trying to look over his shoulder. The coaches all stood stock still, stunned at what they had witnessed. Then the next thing I was aware of after seeing stars was a truly massive paw of a hand in my face. As my eyes cleared enough to see, I followed the hand up the arm to a smiling big Henry. I took the hand and he lifted me up effortlessly and swatted me on my back saying “Good hit man!” The swat on my back nearly sent me to the ground again. I honestly thought I had blown my chance at getting any playing time and was dragging my ass figuratively speaking until practice broke up. The head coach asked me to walk with him as we all went back to the locker room to clean up and change. I thought that was it, he was going to tell me to turn in my equipment, thanks for trying, don’t call us, we’ll call you… Well you can imagine how stunned I was when he told me that he liked my hustle and what he saw, he wanted me to be one of the special teams guys. ME? A “Specialist”? WOW! So I was in! One of the big cliques… I was on the team! Yeah but I was still me, Mr. Shadow, keeping my head down, mouth shut, painfully shy and reserved. But I watched, I observed, I noticed. What I didn’t know was that I wasn’t the only one like this. Sure I was part of the team but I was still mostly a loner. There were other loners too, one in particular would later make a very big difference in my life. One of my classes that sophomore year was of all things a typing class. This today would be a little strange in that so few people have to actually learn to type anymore as most have mastered it long before even reaching grade school, certainly before high school. But in my day, typing class was still a thing. Mostly aimed towards girls that would later be looking for jobs like secretarial positions and the like, but there were a few guys that also gravitated to that class for whatever reason. I myself took it as a suggestion from my own mother who had actually worked in a factory where they made typewriters before she married my father. At this point in time however the world of academia was transitioning from old style standard typewriters to the newer electric models. Unfortunately the school district didn’t have enough budget to replace all the old machines with new so I ended up saddled with an older manual which suited me just fine really. Being a guy, and while not all thumbs I did have a problem keeping my digits injury free. Face it, I played football, at any given time I had at least one finger jammed or swollen sometimes even broken. Yeah I was not the fastest typist, by a long shot! But I was a willing student and I practiced as fast as I could and I learned. Thanks a great deal to the patience and guidance of our typing teacher Mrs. Mays. At first I had the distinct impression that she would much rather I were not in this class to begin with. Not that she was obviously biased against guys in the class but it seemed that she fawned over certain girls in the class. They could do no wrong. Others she just smiled and helped them when they asked for help. Me on the other hand, while professional always, she seemed a little cold. Maybe it was that reason that I got stubborn and set out to prove myself worthy of her instruction. I made it a point to watch and learn. Of the class of twenty eight there were only myself and three other guys and two of those dropped out of the class within the first two weeks, a few of the girls did as well though. The star students, the “chosen ones” as some of the more mediocre girls nicknamed them, excelled and shone brightly under Mrs. Mays’ instruction. She praised them and pointed out how well they were doing to the rest of us. Oh goody. After Thanks Giving holiday break, football season over of course but I still had sore fingers so I still struggled even though I did manage to get the basics down. I’d never be a fast typist so being someone’s secretary was out of the question, not that I had ever had plans for that in the first place. My speed, words per minute, still ranked me near the bottom of the class but that didn’t bother me. Since there were not enough new electric typewriters for every student, someone had decided that they would be rotated around so that each student would get some experience with them, half the class for half the semester, then the other half for the remainder of the semester. I was kind of looking forward to improving my speed with the use of the new electric machine. While waiting for class to begin that first day back I noticed one of the quieter girls who had previously been using an electric was struggling with the older manual machine that I had previously used myself. Whereas her fine delicate fingers had literally nearly flown across the electric’s keys she was finding it difficult to strike the keys with enough force to consistently type anything. I also noticed that she had two fingers taped together on her left hand. I was all too familiar with that sort of bandage as I practically lived that way the first half of the semester. By the end of the class that day Michelle (her name) was dejected and in tears. Some of Mrs. Mays “stars” were not so quietly making fun of her amongst themselves. Yeah, there were mean girls back then too. Mrs. Mays sat at her desk going over her lesson plans for the next class as our class wound down and people began turning in their completed assignments. I usually turned mine in last or nearly last every day as I was the slowest in the class as far as typing speed. With the use of the new electric machine I was closer to the middle range of the class now and because of my heavy handed typing I had learned to be careful and make fewer mistakes. Michelle was still trying to finish up as the bell rang and everyone started leaving the classroom. I waited until Michelle gave up and turned in her daily assignment unfinished and left in tears. Stepping back into the room I bashfully approached Mrs. Mays and asked her if I could have a moment of her time. Looking up at me with a mildly annoyed expression she asked what I wanted. I told her about seeing Michelle’s bandaged fingers and that I knew she was struggling with the transition from the electric to a heavier manual typewriter. Knowing that her fingers were not likely to get any better very soon I asked her if I could trade machine assignments with her and let her use the electric so that she could go on and pass the class. I on the other hand had grown accustomed to the standard and I wasn’t too worried about not making a good grade based on my typing speed as I really didn’t have plans to use this skill after graduating in a few years anyway… Boy would I learn how wrong that statement was... At first Mrs. Mays looked at me as if I were some strange insect or perhaps an animal that suddenly began speaking English. She couldn’t believe I would make such a sacrifice for someone that I didn’t even know. Her mouth opened and closed several times but nothing came out as she studied me trying to determine if I were serious or not. Finally she sat back and asked. “Are you sure Jim?” Still not believing what she heard. “Yes ma’am. “ I told her. “I’m never going to be as fast as anyone else in the class so it doesn’t bother me to continue using the standard machine.” “Well, okay then.” She said still searching my eyes for something. I thanked her and headed off to my next class. The next day I came in and took my seat at the same old standard machine that I had begun the semester on and when Michelle came in the only machine left was the electric that I had used the day before. Not knowing what to do she went to Mrs. Mays’ desk and asked her what she should do. I didn’t hear what was said but I saw their two heads close together in private conversation and then Michelle looked up at me then back at Mrs. Mays. Mrs. Mays nodded her head and gave the slightest little shrug and then nodded again. Michelle turned and slowly walked back to the open machine and took her seat, all the while looking at me out of the corner of her eye as if trying to figure me out. Michelle still had trouble completing her assignments by the allotted time each day for the next week or so and nearing the end of the third week she was getting frustrated at the amount of errors and her flagging speed at typing. I of course noticed her struggling every day but was too shy to say anything or to even offer encouragement. All the while, though I didn’t perceive it, I was also under scrutiny of Mrs. Mays. She watched me as if seeing me for the first time but in a new light. I did notice that she seemed to be a little less aloof when she interacted with me, even offering tips on certain functions of the machine I was using. My speed did improve, slowly but as I said, I tried not to make many errors so over all I was steadily improving. That third week however I did something unusual . Just before class began on that Friday I actually approached Michelle and asked her how her fingers were coming along, healing. She told me that her doctor had told her the break was all but healed but they wanted her to keep her fingers immobilized to prevent them from being re injured, at least until her next appointment, in one more week. I told her I had more than my fair share of experience with broken and injured fingers. My doctor told me that once the swelling goes down and the bones have set, it’s actually better to get them “back in the game” so to speak by using them, to rebuild their strength. I asked her if they still hurt. She admitted they didn’t really hurt but with them taped together it was hard to do anything with them or that hand at all. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pocket knife… this was ages ago, almost everyone carried pocket knives and they were not illegal or banned back then. Anyway, I pulled out my pocket knife and asked her if she would like to take the tape off and try working without it today. Michelle looked wide eyed at me and clutched her injured hand in her good hand and pulled it to her chest as if cradling it away from harm. There was a look of, what, fear, in her eyes? No maybe not fear but certainly some worry in those pale green eyes. I had never really noticed them before, but then I’d never been this close to her before either. They were almost the color of turquoise with little golden flecks like freckles sprinkled in. I turned the knife around and holding it by the blade and held it out for her to take from me so that she could cut the tape. Looking at me then at the knife then back at me, then finally she looked at her hand with the taped fingers before slowly extending her hand towards me. “Could you cut the tape for me?” She asked quietly. Dropping down and squatting on my heels beside her work station I turned the knife around and took her taped up hand in my left hand gently and brought the knife blade to the tape and carefully eased the edge under the tape between her fingers and cut the tape. I put the knife on the table and took the fingers of both my hands and gently peeled back the tape from around her fingers until it came off and away from her skin. Michelle pulled her hand back and massaged the newly freed fingers and flexed them carefully. Then looked up at me shyly and smiled and said “Thank you…” “Jim” I told her… smiling I stood and collected my knife and put it away as I walked back to my machine as the bell rang and class got underway. Mrs. Mays had watched the whole thing from her desk and looked thoughtful but didn’t comment. As the class wore on and we all worked on the assignment that Mrs. Mays put out for us that day, I couldn’t help but notice that Michelle seemed to take wing with her typing. Beginning hesitantly at first fearing pain from her fingers, her confidence grew with each passing keystroke. By the end of the class she was typing as fast as she ever had, maybe even a little faster as her time with the bandages had got her to be a little more careful with her keystrokes to avoid mistakes. I went on to pass typing class, I never did get anywhere near a good speed in words per minute but I was told that I was sufficiently proficient to pass. I was happy with that. I never did get to know Michelle any better but I would see her around school from time to time and she would smile shyly at me each time. Sometime she would whisper with the other girls she was with and I would hear giggles as girls often do. I was clueless of course. …. Several years later, after having moved to another county and finishing and graduating from senior high school in that county, I began my studies at the University. I also began working part time for Dom’s Pizza, delivering pizzas to pay for my gas and insurance for my commute to and from school. I took the job here in town as I pretty much grew up here and knew my way around town very well. This was a major asset in a time when there was no such thing as GPS or Google maps. You had to know the streets and how to get around or know how to read a paper map. It was a fun job, with some interesting perks once you got established and were seasoned. If you fit in, you were introduced to a whole new world, a subculture that for anyone who’d lead a sheltered life would find to be quite eye opening indeed. I sat out one semester from University before I began. There was a financial adjustment being made the year I graduated from high school. The national grocery chain my father had worked for my entire life had been bought out by a foreign company and they had decided to close and sell off all the stores in our area. Suddenly my father was without a job. This, after having just spent his life savings and going into debt in order to buy the farm we now lived on made my first year of college questionable. Dad was never one to sit still though, he had bought the farm with the goal of opening his own business in a few years, but the loss of his job only accelerated his plans. My mother took a couple of part time jobs, dad was working several part time jobs while also scrambling to get his business up and running. I was still living on the farm along with my other younger siblings who were all still in school so I pretty much took over work on the farm, tending animals, fences, chores… anything that needed to be done. I learned to do things by myself. It was a tough time for everyone but we got through it. When dad was ready to open for business, mom began working for him. I applied for student loans and grants and was able to get the funds to make my college debut. My dad cashed in an insurance policy he had taken out when I was born and was able to buy me a used pickup truck. I had to provide for my own gas and insurance of course and that meant working. I applied for several jobs and hustled some side jobs as well like yard care and other odd jobs, handy man kind of stuff. Eventually I got hired on at Dom’s Pizza. And then life took another turn. A turn for the better in more ways than one, I made a lot of new friends and learned a lot about myself and about the world. My reliability in showing up on time and every day I was scheduled earned me favor with my managers. My willingness to help with anything and attention to detail further impressed them and others. I know it sounds like I’m blowing myself up and bragging but I’m just setting the stage so that you the reader can understand how things developed and got me to the point in time of this story. Remember I was still very naïve and unworldly at this point in time, all of nineteen years old, full of energy and wonder and curiosity, but not so full of self confidence. As I made friends at Dom’s my world was expanding exponentially. I got taken under the wings of those with more knowledge and experience. I got educated. Like anywhere, people talk, friends dig and pry and get to know you, they tease you and kid around and sometimes help you out in ways that you never saw coming. Months of working closely and long hours hustling (delivering) pizzas and of course cleaning and prepping the store for business, I got to know some of my fellow employees very well, and they me. Now I’ve already told you that I was mostly shy and soft spoken around people, especially strangers, but I do open up a bit more when I get to know people better. I guess it’s a comfort thing, or trust, which is pretty much the same thing sometimes. But trust and acceptance are a two way street, I had proven myself more and more and earned the trust of those I worked closely with. At the time I worked for Dom’s Pizza I became aware that first, most of the managers and trainees I worked for and with were female, many of the delivery drivers were female as well. Of course this is not an objectionable thing to a young guy, not in the least. Unfortunately I being shy, even more so when it came to dealing with the opposite sex, meant that it could also be uncomfortable at times. The girls soon discovered that I was easily embarrassed and took great joy in pushing my buttons and watching me blush and squirm. It was this very shyness and openness that got me behind the wall. Most people aren’t even aware of the wall, it’s invisible, not spoken of and rarely breached. To be allowed to come inside the wall is the highest form of acceptance of those forced to live behind that wall. So what the hell is the “wall” you ask. The wall is the barrier that secrecy creates out of necessity to remain safe from persecution, discrimination and hurt. You see, I discovered, by observation and paying attention to subtle clues that most of these women, girls were gay. Now not all of them were, and some of the ones that were actually liked both guys and girls. It was a lot to take in for a young guy who had never been exposed to anything like that before. But as I said, I was accepted, not because I was gay or anything but that I was open minded and not judgmental of their preferences or choices. Over time with a lot of questions and embarrassment on my part I learned a lot of things from these ladies. I learned a lot about myself as well. One of my fellow drivers at Dom’s, Jules, did yard work on the side and I often helped out when I had time between classes and working and of course my work on the farm. I met some of her “friends” outside of Dom’s as well. One afternoon I was helping Jules mow some yards that she took care of on a regular basis. She had had car trouble the week before and was behind and asked if I’d like to pick up a few bucks. I took her up on it and she said that one of her friends would be working at the address she gave me but it was usually a two person job because of the size of the yard and all the plants and stuff in the yard. With my lawn mower and gas in the back of my pickup I made my way that Saturday morning to the address she had given me. When I pulled up I saw her friend, or I thought it must be her friend as she was struggling to pull start a push mower in the front yard. I unloaded my mower from the truck and pushed it over to the sidewalk and walked up to introduce myself to this gal in the baggy sweat pants and cut off tee shirt and dirty ball cap. She was covered in sweat and grass clippings. “Hi” I said “Jules asked me to help out with this yard, looks like you just about got the front finished, you want me to head to the back…” I stopped mid sentence when this girl turned around to look at me, she took her hat off and shook her hair out and dragged her forearm across her brow. That’s when we locked eyes on one another… hers were a pale blue green with golden flecks… and we both instantly recognized the other. “Michelle!” “You! “ She paused reaching for my name then smiled “Jim! Right?” “Yeah, you remembered my name…” I stammered not sure what to say next. “Well you obviously remembered my name, what happened to you? You disappeared.” She spoke while she looked me up and down. “Uh… I… I mean my family moved, I had to change schools, it kind of sucked.” I said distractedly as my brain started putting things together. I remembered Michelle from typing class back in my sophomore year, I thought she was cute then and more than once had daydreamed about speaking with her and getting to know her but that never happened, mostly out of my own shyness, but then moving away, it just never happened. Then there was the realization that she was friends with Jules, and Jules was decidedly playing for the other team and most of her friends were of a like mind and preference. Not all of them but most of them. So does that mean that Michelle was like Jules? And what was with that smile? Her delicate features I remembered from high school remained but there was something else about her now, a strength of some kind but that smile was all girl and very pretty I must admit. I must have looked like a fool standing there just staring while my brain processed all this so I was a bit startled when she reached up and snapped her fingers in front of my face bringing me back to the moment. “Hey! Jim!” She looked at me with one eyebrow climbing her forehead in askance of my sobriety perhaps. “Jules sent you here to help mow this yard?” “Uh… yeah, I told her I could help her out today. She told me a friend of hers would be here working on it already, I had no idea it would be you.” I said in a rush. “Ummm…” I stammered looking at Michelle almost pleading to understand but also afraid to find out the truth. “I… Uh…” I swallowed and took a deep breath. “How do you know Jules?” I finally asked. Michelle looked at me for a few moments as if trying to understand my question then she got this lopsided grin on her face as it dawned on her that perhaps I knew more than I let on, or simply by association with Jules I was privy to more information than most. “Well…” She began as she took both hands and ran them back through her hair gathering it into a pony tail and pulling it through the back of her ball cap then pulling it down snuggly on her head. “My roommate and Jules are “buddies”. My roomy told me about the yard work and I thought it was a good way to make a little extra cash while the weather was warm.” She said with a sly grin daring me to say something or perhaps silently asking me if I could read between the lines. “Yeah… “buddies”. Jules has lots of buddies, not many of them are guys though. That’s cool though, to each their own.” I shrugged giving her a shy crooked grin. I figured the chances were pretty high that Michelle was of the same persuasion and Jules and her “buddies”. I sighed internally and was kind of deflated that I didn’t stand a chance in my mind or in reality even of getting to know Michelle better now. “Having trouble with your mower?” I asked trying to steer away from the topic altogether. Michelle studied my face intently then her eyes softened and her sly grin turned into a warm knowing smile before she chuckled. “Yeah, I ran out of gas, I filled it back up but now it’s not wanting to start. And before you go all wonky on me and jump to conclusions, I am NOT one of Jules’ “buddies”. My roomy is. I don’t think their preference is for me, entirely anyway, I like my “buddies” to be of the male variety.” Looking back now I see that opening plain as the nose on my face, but at the time it completely escaped me, I was so blind. Instead, I was stuck in avoidance mode and my brain was problem solving the lawn mower issue. “Sounds like you flooded it” I stated kneeling down and reaching under the gas tank and turning the stop cock valve to off so no more gas would come out of the tank. I reached up and opened up the choke and pulled the throttle back to zero. Standing again I took the pull rope handle and gave a few short tugs to turn the motor over a few times. Then Three more long pulls so the engine sputtered through completely. Kneeling again I turned the gas tank’s stop cock back on and pulled the choke half way out. Pulling the throttle up about a quarter I stepped back and said. “Okay, now try it… I think I got the carburetor cleared.” Michelle looked at me out of the corner of her eye then reached down and took hold of the pull rope handle and gave it a mighty tug. Then engine sputtered a couple of times but didn’t start. I reached up and closed the choke a little bit and nodded to her to try again. Once more she gave the pull rope a mighty tug and the engine sputtered a couple of more times then fired up with a puff of oily smoke then settled down to a steady idle. I closed the choke completely and it smoothed out even more. Michelle looked at me with both eyebrows crawling up her forehead and a bright smile on her face. “Thanks Jim!” She shouted over the noise of the mower’s engine, as she grabbed the handlebars and pushed off to begin finishing up mowing the front yard where she had left off. I Smiled and pointed at myself then towards the back yard and waved. I grabbed my mower and gas can and pushed it towards the gate at the side of the garage leading to the back yard. I started up my own mower and began working my way around the yard from the side of the garage. As I came around the back side of the garage I came upon a site that gave me pause. Stretched out on reclining chaise lounges (lawn chairs) were two very nearly nude women. Both face down with their heads resting on their folded arms their well oiled backs bare from their necks to the tops of their very skimpy bikini bottoms the straps from their tops hanging down either side of their loungers. One a dark haired woman with very fair complexion, and the other a strawberry blonde gal with ample curves and some silk slippers covering her feet, neither woman rose to look at me or even acted surprised that I was there. I’m not sure how long I stood and, well, stared frankly, before I came to my senses and turned my mower off so that I might announce my presence. Hearing the mower shut off and being close to them, I heard the strawberry blonde say. “Michelle, dear, why don’t you take a few minutes to cool down, come over and have a seat and a glass of lemonade that Maggie made." I understood then why they hadn’t sat up to see who it was, they thought I was Michelle coming to mow the back yard. I cleared my throat to announce my presence and said. “I’m sorry to disturb you ladies, ma’am, but I’m not Michelle, I was asked by my friend Jules to come help out with mowing the yard. I can come back later if you like.” As I spoke and my male voice registered in their minds, both heads snapped in unison raising up and turning to face me. The Dark haired lady had on a dark pair of sunglasses but the strawberry blonde had the most dazzling light blue eyes I think I’ve ever seen up to that point in my life. Neither lady rose from their prone positions however, for obvious reasons, but I could see both were surprised to see me when they were expecting Michelle. They were not embarrassed, to be honest I felt as if I were being scrutinized much like a menu in a restaurant. The strawberry blond smiled sweetly and said. “Well hello, aren’t you a handsome young man? You say Jules asked you to come mow our lawn?” “Yes ma’am. I work with her at Dom’s Pizza, she knew I was looking for a little extra work this summer and she was stretched a little thin with her mowing service and offered me a few yards. I was supposed to come by today and help out a friend of hers. She’s actually in the front yard finishing up soon I think. I just spoke with her.” “Ah, I see.” She said smiling sweetly again. The dark haired woman leaned a little closer to the strawberry blond gal and spoke softly to her, I wasn’t able to hear what she said but she lowered her sunglasses to peek over the tops of them looking at me intently as she spoke. “Do you have a name my handsome handy man?” Strawberry blonde asked me in a soft voice. “Jim, ma’am. James actually but I go by Jim.” I said as I took off my hat and wiped my brow that was sweating from the heat. “Jim, be a dear and go to the front yard and collect Michelle. Tell her that Penny said for her to join us on the patio for some lemonade, you will join us won’t you Jim?” She smiled sweetly again one animated manicured eyebrow climbing questioningly on her forehead. “Yes ma’am. I’ll go get Michelle, and thank you.” I said turning to go back around the garage to the front yard. As I rounded the garage and went through the gate to the front yard I saw that Michelle was on the last strip of grass finishing up the front yard. She shut her mower down as I approached and she asked me if I were finished with the back yard that fast. I told her no I had barely gotten started on it when I encountered the two ladies on the patio sun bathing. She smiled and asked me if I got an eyeful. I must have blushed because she smiled all that much bigger and giggled. I told her that Miss Penny requested her to join them for lemonade on the patio. I told her I would help her load her mower first if she wanted. She laughed and said it wasn’t her mower, it belonged to the two ladies I met. She pushed it into the open garage and parked it then we walked around the side of the garage to the back yard again and to the patio. The ladies must have went inside and returned before Michelle and I could return to the patio as they were now both wearing silk cover-ups or robes and sitting at an umbrella covered glass topped patio table with four glasses with ice and a pitcher of lemonade. Miss Penny was fanning herself with a Chinese folded fan while the dark haired woman was still wearing sunglasses but now reading a magazine. “Oh for heaven’s sake Michelle, look at you! Please come and sit and have some lemonade before you expire from the heat!” Penny waved us over to the table. “Won’t you introduce us properly to this handsome young man here?” She said smiling and fanning herself. Then remembering herself she set the fan down and reached for the pitcher of lemonade and poured some into the two empty glasses one for Michelle and one for myself. Michelle approached the table and before she could reach for the chair I pulled it out for her as I was taught at an early age. It wasn’t even conscious thought, just reflex on my part. This simple act must have seemed odd to all three of the girls as they all took pause and looked at me. The dark haired woman turned to look at Miss Penny and her eyebrows both went up behind her dark sunglasses questioningly and she smiled ever so slightly. Miss Penny just beamed and turned her head slightly towards Michelle and watched me out of the corner of her eyes. Michelle just stood there for a moment looking at me as if she were trying to figure me out… again, before she accepted the chair and sat down. I took my own seat and nodded to the two ladies. Miss Penny cleared her throat looking directly at Michelle and tilted her head towards me her eye brows arching questioningly as if to say “Well?” Michelle looked again at me then at both the ladies and said. “Miss Maggie, Miss Penny, this is Jim, he’s a friend of Jules’. I believe they work together for Dom’s Pizza.” Michelle again looked at me and kind of shrugged her shoulders. “So do you know Jim Michelle?” Miss Penny asked quietly while looking at me like I was lunch or something. “Well, actually we have met, we were in school together years ago. I had a class with him once…” Michelle added looking directly at Miss Maggie, the dark haired woman. “Michelle?” Miss Penny left hanging and cocked her head slightly as if waiting for Michelle to continue. Michelle then realized that she hadn’t completed the introductions sat up a little straighter and looked at me then said. “Jim, this is Miss Penny…” she indicated the talkative strawberry blonde, “And Miss Maggie.” She tipped her head towards the dark haired woman who sat back her elbows on the arm rests of her chair and brought her right hand to her chin as if pondering some thought or another. “Only one class together Michelle?” Penney teased the question leading Michelle to go on with more detail. Instead I spoke up. “Well we might have ended up in more classes together had I continued attending the same school but my family moved and I ended up in school in another county. Actually this is the first time I’ve seen Michelle in years. I was surprised that she even recognized me to be honest ma’am.” I spoke softly and glanced over at Michelle to find her studying me again. “Well I don’t know about sweet Michelle here, but I don’t think I would have easily forgotten such a handsome young man.” Penny purred smiling at me and glancing sidelong at Michelle judging her reaction. Michelle actually blushed and then cleared her throat and took a long drink of lemonade from her glass. I know I was probably blushing as well but I was a bit tongue tied and just sat there holding my own glass not sure what to say or do. “Michelle, dear, if you are finished mowing the front yard, why don’t you go inside and have a shower and change into something a bit more ladylike than that atrocious sportswear. Find me after you’ve dressed, I need to discuss something with you… in private.” Miss Maggie spoke for the first time then went back to studying her magazine. Miss Penny looked a little surprised glancing from Michelle to Maggie and back. Standing up and extending her hand to me she said. “Jim, if you will excuse us we will leave you to your work now. Feel free to have more lemonade of course, and if you would… knock on the back door before you leave dear?” I got the distinct impression I was being dismissed and stood as the ladies all rose from their chairs and after emptying my own glass, I returned to my mower and restarted it. It took me almost an hour to mow the back yard, and wonder about Miss Maggie insisting on Michelle showering and changing her clothes? She has clothes here? As I pushed my mower back to the edge of the patio I found a full glass of cold lemonade waiting for me on the tabletop. I drank it empty in moments then took the glass with me to the back door and knocked. A few moments later Miss Penny opened the door and leaned against the door jamb smiling at me with those entrancing blue eyes. Again I got the distinct impression I was being sized up and I began to blush and was becoming somewhat tongue tied. “Finished with the mowing Jim?” She asked “Yes ma’am…" “Penny...” She corrected me. “Miss Penny, yes, I’ve finished mowing. Thank you again for the lemonade.” “Will we see you again Jim? “ She asked running her right hand along the collar of her robe down to where the two sides met just above her impressive cleavage, the silky material hiding very little of her breasts and her nipples straining to poke right through. Stammering I had to swallow and regain my composure before answering. “I really don’t know ma’… Miss Penny. I was only helping out Jules but I’m sure if she asked me to again I might see you.” “Well perhaps we will have to have a talk with young Jules and recommend you in the future. It’s not often we meet young men with attention to detail and are willing to work.” And just when I thought my face would return to my normal shade, there I was blushing again. I know I must have been bright red as Miss Penny just beamed with a beautiful smile and her delightful eyes crinkled up with glee. “Thank you Miss Penny. Have a wonderful afternoon.” I smiled bashfully and handed her the empty glass and made my exit. Pushing my mower around the side of the garage back to the front of the house I noticed that what I assumed was Michelle’s car was still parked out front. Again, I may be a little slow sometimes but I had my suspicions about her professed “preference of buddies”. As I drove off I couldn’t escape the nagging thought that I was missing something about these two ladies, there was a certain familiarity or perhaps a feeling of déjà vu. I couldn’t put my finger on it so I let it go. I knew from past experience that if it was something important it would come to me in time. A week later Jules pulled me aside one evening as we were closing at Dom’s and asked me about that day. “What did you do Jim? I sent you to mow a yard and now you’ve been requested by name to come back and mow it again.” Jules looked me with a shit eating grin on her face. “You must have impressed the ladies.” She added. “Beats me Jules, I just mowed the yard. I mean besides sitting and having a glass of lemonade with them and Michelle, after they asked me to of course.” I shrugged and went about cleaning. “Speaking of Michelle, last time I saw her she grilled me about you. She wanted to know how long I’ve known you, if you were straight, were you seeing anyone, hell she asked if I knew where you lived even. So spill it! What did you do Jim?” Jules kept on pushing my buttons, trying to get me to talk. I eventually told her everything that happened from the time I pulled up to the time I drove away. I told her I suspected that the ladies were, an item, or at least had similar preferences as she herself, not that it was any concern of mine. I also told her that I was a little disappointed in that Michelle might be playing for the same team so to speak, just one more high school fantasy stripped from my mind. Yeah I must have been blushing royally at that point because Jules laughed till she nearly cried. I was not amused. As we were getting in our cars after locking up the shop Jules pulled me aside again and told me. “Jim, Michelle is different. I don’t think she’s decided which team she’s playing for yet, in fact I think she enjoys the freedom of choice if you know what I mean.” She punched me in the arm and smiled. She went on… “And those two ladies are teachers.” “I don’t care what they do for a living Jules, or how they get their kicks, really.” I shrugged. Jules laughed at me again and smiled that shit eating grin of hers. “Jim, they requested you to come mow their yard again this weekend, you up for that?” “Requested me?” I asked “Sure, I guess I could take care of it. You think Michelle will be there again?” I smiled bashfully. “Count on it, buddy.” Jules smiled at me and got in her car to drive off. I got into my truck and just sat there for a few minutes replaying the conversation in my mind looking for a hint that I might have missed. “Different” Jules had said, describing Michelle. And Michelle herself had told me she preferred guys. With a heavy sigh I started my truck and made the long drive home to the farm. That Saturday morning I pulled up to the home of the “teachers” as Jules had called them, and I saw Michelle’s car out front. But I didn’t see her mowing the yard. The mower was parked about halfway to the front door so I just assumed that perhaps she was having trouble starting it again. I unloaded my own mower and grabbed the gas can and pushed towards the back yard. Once through the gate beside the garage I started my own mower and began mowing. When I got around to the far side of the garage where I happened upon the vision of those two ladies sun bathing last week I found the patio and chairs empty. I was a little disappointed perhaps but I pressed on and continued mowing the yard. There was still no sign of anyone when I had finished mowing the back yard so I shut down my mower and pushed it back around to the front of the house. I was about to load my mower back into my pickup truck when I thought I should ask if I should mow the front yard as well. I was still kind of curious about Michelle and if in fact she was even here. I walked to the front door and rang the bell. I stood there for a few minutes and was about to give up and leave, in fact I had already turned and was about to walk away when I heard the front door open. I turned and found Miss Margaret standing there in a dark red silk robe holding a full glass of iced tea. “Jim, so good to see you again, won’t you come in and have a glass of tea?” she asked with the barest hint of a smile. I had to pause, for a moment because I was lost in a momentary flashback. I guess it was the sunglasses she wore the last time I saw her that prevented me from recognizing her, but today there was no mistaking. Those coppery golden brown eyes are unforgettable especially if they had ever glared at you. I must have looked like a fish out of water, my mouth moving and nothing coming out. “Mrs… Mrs. May?” I stammered , honestly I don’t know how I even got anything even that intelligible out of my mouth as my brain was like a centrifuge of contrasting images and memories trying to comprehend and contrast conflicting memories and current images. The Mrs. May I remember from school was always so… dowdy… plain… so… I don’t know School Teacher. But I saw her last week in almost nothing but her bare skin and then with a sexy slinky cover up and now today with this OH MY GOD sexy robe… Suddenly my head was on fire. I just knew I was blushing like mad. I know because that hint of a smile she was wearing transformed into a wide dazzling smile that made my heart skip a beat, or maybe it was her bewitching eyes. “Yes, Jim, I’m so happy you remember me, please, step in out of the heat and cool off.” She said opening the storm door and beckoning me inside. “Well… I guess I could for a moment. I had really just rang to ask if perhaps you or Miss Penny would want me to finish mowing the front yard before I go. It looks as if Michelle was having problems with the mower again.” I spoke as I stepped inside the door to the landing. The split level home had a set of steps leading up into the upper level of the main floor, and a set of steps leading down to the basement. The basement was blocked off by a beaded curtain at the bottom of the steps. Turning to me she handed me the glass of tea and said. “Now Jim, we are home and this is not a classroom, you may call me Maggie instead of Mrs. May.” I nodded, accepting the drink and stepping aside as she pushed the door closed behind me then turned and headed up the stairs to the living room. Halfway up the steps she turned and looked at me and said “This way please.” “Yes ma’am.” I said and followed her up the steps, her ass swaying provocatively perfectly at eye level to me as I watched her climb the steps. I’m not even sure how I got from the landing to the top of the steps and then across into the living room. The next recollection I had was sitting in a chair opposite from the couch upon which Miss Maggie had draped herself. Her long stocking covered legs crossed. A glass of tea of her own held casually in one hand as she smiled at me. “First of all Jim, thank you for coming to work on our lawn again, I’m afraid we’ve been keeping poor Michelle busy with other matters today. In fact, Penny commandeered her to help with some supplies and preparations for a… class… we will be instructing later this evening.” She told me as she ran one delicate finger around the wet rim of her glass. “Most people would not have been thoughtful enough to even bother to inquire about the front yard, you are a unique young man.” She smiled at me as she took that circling finger and brought it to her lips to draw the moisture off and into her mouth. “Thank you Mrs. May… um… I mean Miss Maggie.” I stammered “Please Jim, just Maggie will do, but thank you for being polite.” She beamed. “I’m sorry but that’s just the way I was raised, it’s kind of ingrained in me.” I blushed again. “I was kind of hoping to see Michelle when I got here and saw her car, perhaps some other time.” I admitted, breaking eye contact knowing I was going to be blushing beet red again. “Oh my, you are struck on young Michelle aren’t you dear?” Maggie smiled and chirped a chuckle of acknowledgment. “Are you telling me that you don’t have the young lady’s phone number?” She questioned. I was sure I was ready to bolt, my head felt like my hair was on fire, I knew I was blushing. “Uh… no ma’am… I guess I didn’t think she would even consider me so I didn’t ask for it.” I admitted my temerity. “Why Jim, are you really that bashful? My My My, how does a handsome, thoughtful young man like yourself end up so shy?” She asked teasingly as she reached and placed her glass on a coaster on the coffee table. Sitting back she brought her hands together interlacing her fingers into a steeple then touching her chin as if in thought, all the while studying me intensely. “I… uh…” I began, darting my glance about the room perhaps subconsciously looking for an escape. “I’m just shy, and well… not very experienced I guess. I just get tongue tied and afraid to do anything to make myself look foolish or make a misstep if you know what I mean.” The last bit almost a whisper. I’m not even sure why I even revealed that information to this woman. I was fairly stunned that I even spoke about it out loud. Daring to glance up at Miss Maggie I saw a soft endearing glow in her eyes and a sweet understanding smile on her face. “Jim, your honesty is worth more than you can even imagine. The fact that you told me what you just did shows that you have more maturity than most men your age. If you have a fault I would say that it is in your own confidence. I know for a fact that you are a very kind and thoughtful young man. One who is very observant up to a point, you don’t seem to notice when you are being observed yourself however.” “Why would anyone be watching me?” I asked confused and wondering where Miss Maggie was going with this. “See what I mean? You don’t even recognize your own appeal to other people, especially young ladies, one in particular I’m sure.” She hinted but didn’t go any further with her explanation. “Tell me Jim, do you remember trading typewriter machines with young Miss Michelle back in high school all those years ago?” She asked raising one eyebrow. “Yes, ma’am… but wh…” I began but Maggie cut me off. “Jim, Michelle remembers that too. You don’t realize how that simple act of kindness made such an impression on that young lady. Last week after you left, Michelle spoke of it with Penny, and I, of course, corroborated as I was there if you recall. And that very same day last week, you helped her out with that dinosaur of a lawn mower we have, and you didn’t even consider it as noteworthy. I’m certain that if you were to say, ask for young Michelle’s phone number she would gladly give it to you. I also think that she would be delighted with your company if you were to ask.” I sat there looking like I fool I’m sure, my mouth must have been hanging open, I don’t know I was just blown away. But then my shyness took control again and I piped up. “I don’t know, she probably wouldn’t be interested in me…” I began only to be cut off again by Miss Maggie. “Oh My, Jim I see you are going to need some help with this shyness and confidence situation. I’ll tell you what… If someone were to offer you some instruction, some insight on the workings of the female mind and how girls think would you interested in learning about it?” Again that radiant smile and those piercing molten copper eyes locked onto my face, one eye brow arching up questioningly. “Sure, I mean, I guess… but where would I go for that?” I asked still missing something here. “Jim, if you are willing to learn, Penny and I would be happy to instruct you on the inner workings and mysteries of the female mind... among other things. Why don’t you think about it and give us an answer next week. You will come back next week to mow the yard won’t you?” She purred. I had the distinct impression that this was highly unusual but at the same time something I should give serious thought to. “Yes ma’am, I’m sure Jules still needs some help, it seems that some of her help has left her short handed. Some of her friends have left for summer break. I told her that as long as I could fit it into my work schedule with Dom’s I could help her out all summer. Barring any need on the farm of course, I still have responsibilities with my Mom and Dad as long as I still live at home.” I said reviewing things in my mind. “Wonderful.” Maggie said as she stood up beckoning a hand towards me. I stood up and placed my empty tea glass on the coffee table realizing I was being dismissed. I let Maggie lead me to the steps and towards the front door. I couldn’t help but feel a tingle in my hand from the warm touch of her hand in mine. “So you will consider my offer and tell us your answer next week then?” Maggie asked as I stepped out onto the front porch. “Yes ma’a… Yes Miss Maggie.” I smiled sheepishly. Maggie’s hand gripped mine a bit tighter in acknowledgement before releasing it. She smiled brightly and said goodbye before she closed the door. I really don’t remember even walking to my pickup or driving off, I guess my mind was in a whirl going over everything that was said that afternoon. The next thing I know of I was coming out of the bathroom at Dom’s after washing up a bit and putting on my uniform before clocking in for my shift that night. I was closing again with Jules and an assistant manager that was helping out from another store. After the evening dinner rush and most of the other drivers had been checked out and sent home, and Jules and I were left to clean up and close the store, Jules started in on me. I was elbow deep in the three compartment sink washing prep trays and pans when Jules crowded up next to me and asked if I had learned anything today. Instantly I suspected that she had either spoken with Miss Penny or Miss Maggie, or maybe even Michelle and was dying to hear what I had to say. “Jules… What do you mean?” I asked with a deadpan expression. “Oh I don’t know, you must be doing something interesting with the teachers, I got a call from Penny this afternoon practically begging me to send you back next week to “mow” their yard.” She said looking at me out of the corners of her eyes as she rinsed pans after I washed them. “They did? What did they say about Michelle?” DAMN! I just stuck my foot in my mouth and I knew it… NEVER EVER give Jules something juicy. Her huge grin said it all as she turned to look at me. “Michelle huh? Why Jim, are you interested in that little piece of tail?” She chuckled. “Not that I can blame you though, she’s a cutie that’s for sure. I’d like to get into her panties sometime myself.” Oh my god! She just had to go there didn’t she? “Yeah, you’d probably have more luck at that than I would.” I said dejectedly as I splashed soapy water onto the next pan to be washed “Oh I don’t know about that, I heard she’s more than a little interested in you…” Jules teased knowing she was going to get me blushing. “Really… Where did you hear that from?” I asked looking at her. “I’m not saying.” She chuckled as she walked away looking back at me teasingly. UGH! WOMEN! Later after we finished clean up and had locked up the store and were walking to the parking lot to get in our cars Jules pulled me up short grabbing me by my elbow. “Jimbo… have you thought about the offer Maggie made to you this afternoon?” Jules asked in sober seriousness. “Jules? Just how much do you talk with those ladies anyway?” I asked a little put off that she would be privy to such a private conversation. Laughing at me she went on “Oh buddy, you really are naïve aren’t you? Women talk! You’d be surprised how much we share. Seriously though have you thought about the offer?” She asked as she leaned back against the fender of her car and crossed her arms awaiting an answer. “I don’t know. I’m not really sure what exactly Miss Maggie was even talking about. I’ve never heard of any kind of class like that other than some sort of psychology courses at the university.” I said as I myself leaned back against the side of my truck and shrugged. “Well if I could tell you to do it I would, I can strongly suggest it would be a good idea though. These two ladies don’t often take on private classes like this, at least not with guys anyway.” Jules added cryptically. What the hell does that mean? “I might give it a shot. I really am clueless about girls most of the time. Maybe I will learn something.” I said and shrugged again and stood up straight getting ready to get into my truck. Jules smiled like I’d just told her the best news she’d heard all day. She straightened up and did something that stunned me, she stepped into me and hugged me tight and whispered in my ear. “You will not regret it Jim, have fun.” She said have fun? What the hell was that supposed to mean? I drove home trying to figure that one out. For most of the next week I kept busy between chores on the farm and working at Dom’s and a few other side jobs like hauling trash and cleaning gutters, even trimmed hedges for a friend of the family who was unable to physically do it anymore. While my bank account wasn’t in any danger of getting too big I was putting a little aside for a rainy day I guess. I did bank a good amount of time in idle thought about Jules’ cryptic suggestion concerning the “teachers” as she called them, Miss Maggie and Miss Penny. There was a fair amount of daydreaming as well about Michelle, and the more I thought about her the more I thought about the offer that Miss Maggie put to me about learning how girls, women think. I’m not sure exactly when I decided, or at least admitted that I was going to accept but I had in fact decided to take the teachers up on their offer. Saturday was fast approaching. As I pulled up to the house that Saturday morning I saw Michelle nearly finished with the front yard. As I unloaded my mower and gas can and began pushing towards the back yard she looked up and saw me and smiled brightly and waved but continued mowing. I waved back and headed around the garage. I fired up my mower and began work on the back yard As I rounded the side and began on the back I saw Miss Penny as she was stepping back into the house. Again she was dressed in a silky robe or cover up that barely came to her knee and though it was just glimpse I could have sworn the robe was open and I saw a flash of a hip and the side of a breast as she smiled and waved to me. Wow! Shaking my head I continued working. The closer I got to finishing up however the more butterflies I got in my stomach. I was excited about the chance to understand better but my shyness was competing for my nerve. Eventually it came time to face the music so to speak. As I neared the patio pushing my mower towards the side of the garage, Miss Penny appeared again at the back door. I paused and she opened the storm door and said. “Jim darling, please come to the front door after you load your equipment into your truck.” While her robe was pulled closed at this time her smile was soft and inviting. “Yes ma’am. I’ll be there in a moment.” I replied smiling shyly. When I got to the front of the house I noticed that the yard had been finished and Michelle and her car were gone. Crap! “Oh well, another time perhaps.” I thought to myself. Loading my mower into my pickup, I then proceeded to the front door and rang the bell. In moments the door opened and I was greeted by Miss Maggie in a simple dark blue dressing gown wearing white stockings and a warm smile. “Come in Jim, please.” Stepping aside for me to enter the house, she closed the door behind me and motioned for me to follow her upstairs. Again I had a wonderful eye level view of her robe covered backside. At the top of the stairs she led me into the kitchen and asked me to have a seat at the table. Miss Penny was sitting on the other side of the table pouring a glass of tea which she handed to me after I sat down. Miss Maggie sat in the other chair on the other side of the table beside Miss Penny. Miss Penny was still wearing the same robe I saw earlier but now it was drawn closed, she still had that same smile however, and a twinkle in her eyes. “Tell us Jim, darling, did you think about our offer of lessons?” Miss Maggie asked propping her right elbow on the table top and resting her chin on the tips of her manicured fingers. Miss Penny sat with her hands crossed resting on the table top, both ladies looking intently into my face expectantly. “Honestly ma’am, I am very interested in learning everything I can but I don’t have very much money and I’m not sure if I can afford to pay you for your classes, and I don’t even know what you would charge…” I trailed off unsure how to ask exactly how much they would be asking for. The looks of surprise that appeared on both of their faces made me think that perhaps I had offended them until they looked at one another and both smiled and began chuckling. “Oh Jim, you are a gem indeed!” Miss Penny smiled sweetly and wiped a tear away from her right eye. Miss Maggie, smiling as well shook her head and added. “Jim darling, we will not charge you anything for our knowledge, all we ask is that you apply yourself and give us your undivided attention when you are with us. Either of us individually or together, and to be discreet about what you learn when you are done. We are very private, perhaps a little unconventional, but we do have rules that you will have to adhere to. That said, if you think you might be able to agree to those terms, do you want to be one of our special students?” She said glancing at Miss Penny for confirmation, then back to me awaiting my answer. Looking from one beautiful face to the other I heard Jules’ whispered words in my mind. “You will not regret it Jim, have fun.” “Yes ma’am. That is a price I can afford. I will give you my best effort as I really do want to learn.” I answered with a sheepish grin. “Are there particular times or days? I will have to work around my work schedule if that’s not a problem with you ladies.” “It’s agreed then, as for when you start, you already have Jim, you just weren’t aware of it until now.” Miss Penny said smiling. Sitting up straighter and glancing at Miss Maggie she went on… “Now, let’s get some rules established and understood before we go any further.” When I nodded, in agreement she continued. “Firstly, this is our home, as such we will dress as we feel comfortable. You will have to be able to deal with it. Secondly, neither Maggie nor I wish to be addressed as “ma’am”. We understand that that is how you were brought up and it is only you being polite but all the same, you will address us as Maggie or Penny. Is that understood and agreed upon?” she asked me raising one eyebrow in question. “Yes ma’… Miss Penny.” I caught myself. “I will honestly try but I am as likely to slip out of habit as not.” I replied. “Well a slip is to be expected I suppose but you will be corrected accordingly and too many times might warrant a reprimand or even a punishment of sorts.” She smiled and winked at Maggie who was also smiling. “Now Jim, we understand that you have been hard at work and it’s hot out today. Now that your labor is finished however we will expect you to be cleaned and well groomed in our presence, do you have a change of clothes perhaps for your job at Dom’s Pizza this evening?” She asked bluntly with a deadpan expression on her face. “I, uh… I have my uniform in the truck ma’… Miss Penny, I usually wash up in the restroom at the shop and change into my uniform before my shift.” I admitted. “From today forward, you will bring at least one change of clean clothes with you each time you come to this house be it for yard work or for your lessons. Also, you will need to bring a toothbrush and a razor for personal grooming, you can leave those here in the bathroom, if you like we can give you some place to keep some clothes as well.” Penny added. Miss Maggie picked up a pen and began writing something onto a blank business card. Setting the pen aside she handed me the card, written upon it was a phone number. “Jim darling, with the exception of Saturday mornings when you come to mow the yard, please call this number anytime you have a free hour or more to spend on your lessons. Do not come to the house otherwise without calling first unless we have asked you to do so. We do have other students after all.” “Yes ma’am… I’m sorry… yes Miss Maggie.” I nodded blushing. She smiled and went on… “Jim, your manners are commendable so we will keep that in mind. Now, are you busy tomorrow?” Maggie asked glancing at Penny then back to me. “I work the dinner rush at Dom’s but I don’t have to be at the shop until four thirty. “ I said. “Good, if you will, please be here tomorrow morning at nine. Bring your toiletries and a change of clothes.” She and Penny then stood up, I took that as my cue to stand as well feeling I was being dismissed for the day. I was escorted to the front door and before opening the door Miss Penny wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug, pressing her barely covered considerable breasts against my chest then still holding me leaned back to look me in the eye and winked and smiled mischievously. To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Then Miss Maggie stepped up to me and brushed the fingers of her right hand along the side of my face then moved it to my shoulder turning me towards the door. “Nine o’clock tomorrow, don’t be late.” She reminded me. Not sure what if anything to say I simply nodded and turned to walk to my truck. That evening after the dinner rush, since I didn’t have to close, I went home to the farm lost in thought during the entire drive. I told my mom and dad that I had signed up for some independent tutoring for some classes I was to take this coming semester. They were happy that I was taking my studies so seriously and encouraged me to take advantage of the opportunity. Of course I didn’t go into too much detail as to what the tutoring was for. I’m not sure I could have explained it really. As far as they knew it was a primer for psychology 101. Sunday morning I grabbed a couple of shirts, and a pair of jeans, some socks and a couple of pairs of briefs, along with a razor and a toothbrush, and stuffed it all into a book bag. After feeding and watering the animals I headed to town and to my first lesson with Miss Penny and Miss Maggie. The whole drive to town I was lost in thought wondering just what I had gotten myself in to. After parking on the street I grabbed my book bag and walked to the front door, my stomach in knots and it felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. At the door I stood for a few moments and asked myself if I really wanted to do this, finally I reached out my finger and pushed the doorbell button. It may have been a few moments really but it seemed like forever before the inner door opened and there stood Miss Penny. Those bright blue eyes were sparkling, that infectious smile just beaming. She wore yet another silk robe that clung to every curve of her body and was certainly leaving nothing to the imagination as to exactly where her nipples were on her ample bosom. She pushed open the storm door and ushered me inside. “Jim, darling, it’s so nice to see you. Please, come in.” Once inside she closed the door and asked me to follow her upstairs. She noted that I had my book bag and asked if it had my change of clothes and toiletries. I told her I did and she pointed me to the bathroom down the hall from the kitchen. “You can put your toiletries in the medicine cabinet in this bathroom and then we will put your clothes in the guest room.” She lead the way to the bathroom and then to the guestroom where she pointed out a small dresser standing next to the closet door. The room was Spartan to say the least, a simple dresser, a small desk and chair and a double bed. “There are linens and towels in the closet on shelves and some hangers if you need to hang any garments. ” I pulled open the top drawer of the dresser and it was empty so I put what few pieces of clothing I had with me in that one drawer along with the now empty book bag. Afterwards Miss Penny led me back down the hall to the living room. “Now Jim, darling, are you ready to begin your first lesson?” She asked smiling coyly. “Ma’… I mean, yes Miss Penny. That’s why I’m here. What would you have me do?” I asked taking a deep breath wondering what was to come. “Then we will begin. Please have a seat on the couch there and wait till I come for you.” She gestured to the couch with her lovely manicured hand with the blood red nail polish gleaming as if it were actually still wet. I walked to the couch and sat nervously on the edge of the seat and waited. Miss Penny walked down the hallway and vanished into one of the bedrooms further past the guest room she showed me earlier. I heard the door close softly. I heard the air conditioner or blower kick on. I heard a noisy car drive past the house out front. I heard one of the neighbors fire up their lawnmower and begin mowing their yard. I heard the grandfather clock at the other end of the couch tick tock tick tock tick tock. I first looked at my watch maybe after sitting for about five minutes. The next time I looked at my watch it was nearly twenty minutes later. “What the hell?”I thought…”Has she forgotten that I’m here?” I wondered. I was startled a few minutes later when the grandfather clock struck the hour. Looking up I saw that it was now ten o’clock in the morning. Still I heard the tick tock tick tock tick tock… I was fidgeting. I kept leaning back to look down the hallway and see if anyone was coming. I looked around the room studying the decorations and furniture. The knick knacks in a curio cabinet, silk flowers in an arrangement on the coffee table. Oil paintings of impressionist renditions of tall thin ladies in long elegant gowns and big floppy hats with long cigarette holders walking with furs and men in tuxedos… Geisha’s in full white paint and ornate kimonos. I’m sure it all meant something to someone but to me they were just idle curiosities at best. From one of the bedrooms down the hallway I heard what I thought was giggling, then a slap. And still I waited. “Really?” I thought. “I thought I was supposed to learn something here. Is this a joke or something?” I was starting to get a little pissed now. I’m normally a pretty patient guy but this was starting to annoy me. Give me something to do and I’ll do it. Give me something to study and I will. But just waiting around for who knows what? I drummed my fingers on my knees. Ten fifteen… Ten Twenty… Ten thirty… Ten forty… I was just about ready to stand up and let myself out of the house but then I heard a door open down the hallway. I didn’t lean back to look this time but sat up a little straighter and tried to compose myself. Moments later I heard the door to the bathroom close and the faucet in the sink turn on briefly then turn off again. Silence… then the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing. Again the faucet in the sink ran… and stopped. Then the door opened and I heard whispering footsteps treading on the carpet then stopped at the kitchen doorway. I looked up and it was Miss Maggie. She stood there in a shiny blood red robe trimmed in black with a black sash belt tied about her waist. Her raven dark hair contrasting with the red of the robe and the pale white of her skin as she stood there with her arms crossed over her chest. She cocked her head slightly to one side and looked down the hallway then back at me and smiled before she proceeded into the kitchen. Again I just sat there. I was a little bit put off but a whole LOT getting pissed that I was still sitting and waiting for who knows what to begin. Looking at my watch I realized that I’d been sitting on the couch waiting for Miss Penny to come back for an hour and forty five minutes at this point. I could hear what sounded like water being run into a kettle in the kitchen and a cabinet opening and a drawer being pulled open with the clinking of silverware. The sound of a spoon in a porcelain cup is unmistakable. Once more I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself and thought that I would wait five more minutes at which point I would have to ask for an answer from someone or just excuse myself and leave. At the three minute mark I heard another door down the hallway open up and soft foot falls on the carpet leading towards the living room and kitchen. I looked up when the soft footfalls stopped at the entry way to the kitchen. There stood Miss Penny with her arms crossed over her ample breast in that same thin robe. Her head turned slightly towards the kitchen but she was looking sidelong at me with one eyebrow raised and a thin smile on her face. In a moment she was joined by Miss Maggie who handed her a steaming mug of something with the spoon still in it. Miss Penny nodded to Miss Maggie and went on into the kitchen. Miss Maggie smiled at me and walked over and sat down next to me on the couch. “You passed your first exam.” She smiled and patted me on my right knee. “Exam?” I asked dumbfounded. “What exam?” “Jim, what did Penny say when she had you take a seat on the couch?” She asked me smiling sweetly but those coppery orbs burned a hole in me forcing me to give all my attention to her. I looked at her as if I were missing something… “She asked me to have a seat here on the couch, and wait for her to come for me… I thought she was going to give me something to study or some task to perform or… I don’t know…” I trailed off, confusion evident in my reply. “Precisely… you were to wait for her here on the couch until she came for you. Did she say how long she would be?” Maggie asked those dark eyebrows hiking up towards her hairline in silent questioning. “No ma’am… No Miss Maggie, she didn’t.” I admitted. “So what was the purpose of having you wait?” she nudged verbally. “She wanted to see if I would obey her direction?” I offered, and then thought better of it and it was like a light bulb went on over my head and I smiled sheepishly for the first time in nearly two hours. “She was testing my patience.” I looked up into those coppery eyes of Maggie’s to see them gleaming with something akin to pride or joy I’m not sure which. She smiled brightly and patted my knee again before standing up. She offered her hand and had me rise up off the couch and led me to the kitchen where Miss Penny was sitting with her chair skewed to the kitchen table, her right elbow resting on the table top with a folded newspaper in her right hand and her coffee or tea cup in her left hand as she sipped from it. Her right leg crossed over her left with her silk booty’d foot twitching idly and she glanced over the rim of her cup and winked at me. Miss Maggie had me sit at the end of the table between Penny and herself across the table. “Would you like some tea Jim?” Maggie asked as she sat down. “No ma’am…” I hung my head and sighed. “I mean No Miss Maggie, thank you.” I looked at Penny as she chuckled a bit. I had my hands clasped together in front of me on the table top, mostly to keep myself from fidgeting. Maggie reached out and covered my hands softly with her right hand. The long elegant fingers tapering down to shiny polished nails the same blood red color as Miss Penny’s. “Are you upset with Penny Jim?” Maggie glanced again at Penny. “No, I guess not…” I voiced softly but trailed off not knowing exactly what to say. I was still a bit ticked off but realized now that I was being tested. “Well darling, what she did was a bit rude, if it were anything but a lesson. It was a lesson however and we need to talk about it.” Maggie smiled and nodded to Penny. “Jim darling, do you know why I had you sit and wait on the couch for me?” Penny asked softly and smiled sweetly over the brim of her cup before she took another sip waiting on my answer. “I don’t know for certain, but I get the feeling you were testing my patience, or that and to see if I could follow instructions.” I offered meekly looking down at my hands. A delicate hand tipped with blood red glossy nails slipped softly over mine, I looked up following up the arm to Miss Penny’s smiling face. “Jim, it was a test, and you passed marvelously. You have demonstrated that you do have patience, much more than many young men your age, and you also showed me, us…” she glanced at Maggie before continuing. “That you do follow instructions. I’m sorry if I we upset you but we had to gauge your willingness to learn. I’m afraid that you will find, if you choose to continue with our lessons, that you will be tried and tested frequently. You will question our methods and perhaps our intent. Now, one more important question before we go any further.” Penny looked again to Maggie as if to cue her to continue. “Jim, darling, we offered to instruct you and teach you about how girls think, and to work on your self confidence. To do this we will need two things from you, first, your trust. Do you think you can trust Penny and I?” Maggie asked looking me dead in the eyes awaiting my honest response. I felt like time suddenly stopped. So many questions and thoughts racing through my mind but in the end the overwhelming desire to understand outweighed even my own uncertainty. “Yes ma’am, I trust you, both.” I nodded and I felt Penny’s hand grip the two of mine, so I glanced at her as well and found her smiling brightly with those bright blue eyes filled with delight. Then I paused remembering that Maggie just spoke of two conditions. “But… what was the other thing you needed from me?” I asked hesitantly looking from one to the other. Maggie spoke up. “The other thing is your discretion Jim. The “lessons” we offer to our students, like you, are private and would be embarrassing for our students and possibly for us as well should it become common knowledge. And we have our jobs to consider, or at least Penny does. I’m retired now, but we must maintain our privacy.” Maggie spoke studying my face intently to see if I understood what she was saying. I held her gaze and told her I did understand what she meant, at least about being discrete. As for understanding what the need for that discretion might imply I was as yet clueless. “Oh that is wonderful Jim! I just knew that you would be a good student. I had a feeling about you when I first met you, and everything I’ve learned about you so far has only reinforced that impression. Now, I have an assignment for you. Call it homework if you will.” Penny gushed and then looked across the table at Maggie for a silent confirmation before continuing. “We both realize that you are very shy by nature and we need to get you past that. We also know that you are very observant so this will not be too much of a stretch for you we think. Your assignment until we see you again will be to practice looking into peoples’ eyes when you speak with them. By people of course I mean women, girls. Make eye contact and hold it for as long as you speak with them or they with you. The old saying that “the eyes are the windows to the soul” is not just a figure of speech. You will learn that people will listen to you and will trust you more when you show an interest and respect. They will not even realize that they are doing it either, it’s an instinctual very basic response. Observe how they react with you doing this. We will discuss this the next time we see you.” With that Penny uncrossed her legs and stood up from her seat and with her hand drew me to stand as well. Maggie stood up and they both took me by my elbows and walked me to the front door. Penny gave me a peck on the cheek and Maggie squeezed my hand and said. “Jim darling, remember to call first if you have an hour or so this week. If not we will see you Saturday?” She asked with a smile. “Yes ma… Maggie, I will both remember and look forward to Saturday.” Smiling sheepishly as I made my leave and headed to my truck. I don’t remember the drive to work at Dom’s but I do remember coming into the store and getting some puzzled looks from the crew on shift as I was a little bit early for my shift. I went ahead and changed into my uniform and then sat down in the back room with one of my psychology text books from my class I had scheduled for this upcoming semester. Finding a chapter on “personal space” I read and found that it echoed some of the things that Miss Penny had spoke of earlier that day. That made me feel good in a way and I decided to apply myself to my “assignment” I found that although it was difficult for me to get past my natural shyness it was possible for me to actually make and hold eye contact more and more with practice. I also noted that conversations I had seemed to become more meaningful as well. Thanks to Miss Penny, and Miss Maggie’s “assignment” I had an epiphany of sorts. I found that I could learn a great deal by watching peoples’ eyes when I spoke with them. Much like body language, little tells and cues could give different meanings to the words spoken. That Thursday morning I had been scheduled to open at Dom’s for the lunch business but when I arrived at the shop at 10:30 I found that someone had over scheduled and we had too many people for what was needed. I volunteered to take off after I was told that I could pick up a few hours later in the day for the dinner rush. Suddenly with the morning and early afternoon free I thought that I should call the ladies and see about coming by for my next lesson. I called the number that Maggie had given me and waited for someone to pick up. When Maggie answered I explained that I had found myself free for several hours and remembered that she had told me to call ahead if I wanted to stop by to continue my lessons. She thanked me for being thoughtful and told me to come on to the house. When I drove up to the front of their house I saw that Michelle’s car was parked out front as well. My stomach got that familiar feeling of butterflies as I walked to the front door and rang the door bell. When the door opened I was greeted with a site that made me pause. I guess I had become accustomed to seeing the ladies in their robes and little else, but there before me stood Miss Penny completely dressed. I took it all in from head to toe. Penny wore a conservative jacket of some sort of wool blend, neutral colored plaid over a white button down blouse, with a below the knee skirt that matched the jacket, White stockings with some sensible low heeled shoes. She looked every inch a school teacher or maybe a librarian as her half frame reading glasses hung from a beaded necklace around her neck. “Jim darling! How wonderful to see you! Please come in.” Penny said as she opened the door and ushered me into the house. “I’m afraid I’m with another student at the present but if you will have a seat on the couch Maggie will be along in a moment.” Penny explained as she guided me towards the stairs going up to the living room level. She smiled and turned to go downstairs and through the beaded curtain. Despite my curiosity about what was behind the beaded curtain I climbed the stairs and found a seat on the couch. In a few moments I heard the door to the garage in the kitchen open and someone enter. I also heard what sounded like paper bags being set on the table. About the same time I heard one of the bedroom doors down the hallway open and soft steps on the carpet treading towards the living room. Another surprising sight was beheld, Maggie, like Penny was fully dressed for a change although in a much more familiar outfit to my recollection. Maggie looked much as I remembered her from typing class years ago, a rather unremarkable skirt suit, a dark twill skirt with a lavender button down blouse with her dark stockings and conservative shoes. Her raven dark hair pulled into a tight bun pinned atop her head, her horn rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose seemed to add to the attraction of her molten amber or copper colored eyes. Dark plum lipstick just barely highlighting her wide thin lips but her face lit up as she smiled. Upon seeing her I stood up, automatic response on my part I guess. Seeing this Maggie smiled even more brightly then leaned into the doorway to the kitchen and spoke softly then walked towards me. I had the feeling, as I always did in the company of either Maggie or Penny that I was being scrutinized, studied, and evaluated. “Forgive me Jim, I’m just wrapping up a session, I won’t be but a moment longer.” She spoke softly to me before turning towards the kitchen doorway again only to stop short as Michelle stepped through the doorway and stopped upon seeing me standing there. “Jim… Hi…” Michelle said as she smiled at me then glanced towards Maggie as if looking for a cue or direction. “Michelle dear, thank you darling I believe that Penny is ready for you downstairs. You will be here Saturday of course won’t you?” Maggie said stepping forward and taking one of Michelle’s hands in both of hers. “Of course Maggie, and thank you again. I’ll go downstairs now.” Michelle said smiling and then looked to me and added. “Good to see you again Jim. See you Saturday?” She asked more as a confirmation than a question. I smiled and merely nodded with my eyes locked to hers. I could have sworn I saw a sparkle there before she turned away and headed down the short stairs to the front door and then on to the lower level. “Come with me Jim, darling, let’s go out and sit on the patio.” Maggie said as she reached for and took my right hand and led me through the kitchen to the back door. It was a clear sunny day but it wasn’t hot because of a light breeze blowing. As we approached the glass topped table I pulled out a chair for Maggie and was greeted with a gracious nod and a smile. I then took a seat near Maggie as she directed instead of across the table from her. And with that, class began. Maggie asked me if I had been practicing my eye contact and if I had made any observations. I explained about my discovering that I could begin to read people’s emotions in their eyes and get deeper meaning in their words as a result. All the while of course I was keeping eye contact with Maggie, forcing myself not to look away even as much of my nature wanted to out of shyness. We must have talked for nearly an hour before there was a pause. Maggie studied me, looking into my eye intently before asking. “Jim, what is it that you feel when you try to talk to a girl that you fancy?” Her eyes searched mine. “I don’t know, I guess I just feel like I don’t know what to say. I’m afraid I’ll make a fool of myself or say something embarrassing or stupid…” I trailed off and looked away. Maggie reached out with her right hand and took my chin turning my head back to look at her and said. “You are afraid? Jim darling, those girls feel the same way. They fear that they are not pretty enough or smart enough or they might say something embarrassing or stupid.” She smiled and let that sink in to my brain. “And, they get frustrated as much with themselves as with the boys who don’t or can’t engage them in conversation.” “So you’re saying they are insecure?” I asked looking at Maggie as if she had just grown a second head on her shoulders. “Darling, everyone has insecurities, some hide them better than others. You’ll find the boldest seeming ones are really the most insecure. Look into their eyes, open yourself up to them. The more open you are with a woman the more she will like you. A little shyness is sweet, it shows that you are vulnerable as well.” Maggie went on. “But to win her over you must open up. Speak to her, compliment her on her clothing or hairstyle or her eyes and smile. Tell her how it makes you feel. I think you will find that talking with girls is far easier than you have made it out to be.” Maggie smiled again and nodded her head when she saw that I understood. “And, darling, sometimes saying less is more. A simple smile can speak volumes. A touch can convey more than words can explain. I know you have that in you, I’ve seen it myself, you are a natural just trust your instincts. You darling, don’t trust yourself and that is mostly from lack of experience I think. Tell me Jim. How many girls have you kissed? Don’t be shy, this isn’t a test.” Maggie patted my hand that rested on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. “Miss Maggie… I… uh…” I know I was blushing so bad my face was on fire but even so I was able to maintain eye contact with her as I tried to count in my head. I swallowed even though my mouth was suddenly dry then croaked out... “Uh… Five.” Maggie sat back in her chair as her eyebrows both rose in surprise as she brought her left hand to her lips as she contemplated my response. “Oh dear… So few? I would have thought you had kissed dozens by now. No matter…” She said as her smile reappeared and her eyebrows returned to normal. “Of those… five ladies… did you get any complaints?” Maggie asked, one eyebrow arching quizzically above her half lidded copper colored eyes. I thought my head would spontaneously combust I was so red. “N… n… no ma’am… I mean Maggie.” I stumbled flustered at such a private line of questioning. “At least none that I’m aware of.” Sitting forward on the edge of her chair Maggie put her hand atop mine and looked deeply into my eyes and asked. “Jim, you do trust me don’t you?” she slowly ran her hand up my forearm to my elbow then on up to my shoulder. I felt as if I were suddenly glued to the chair. I couldn’t move if I wanted to but somehow I managed to nod. Maggie leaned closer the buttons of her blouse bumping over my forearm on the arm of the chair as she brought her face closer to my own. I’m sure I must have looked like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car, I was frozen in my seat as Maggie’s face got closer and closer to mine. Her head tipping ever so slightly to one side so that our noses barely brushed one another and her lips lightly touched mine and it was if time paused. The electric thrill that ran through me should have been enough to knock me down but amazingly I was still sitting in place. Those coppery amber eyes half closed looked deeply into my gaze so close the two eyes almost looked to be a single eye. The softness of her lips on mine is nearly impossible to describe even to this day but it was magical. At some point my paralysis must have eased up because my own lips began to respond to the soft wet touch being applied to them. After what seemed a lifetime Maggie pulled back a bit and the one eye became two, her gaze almost dreamlike still held me pinned to my seat. Then I noticed something that would puzzle me for the rest of my life… no… not puzzle me, but rather make me marvel, Maggie was blushing. “Well… Jim… darling, I think we can say that there is nothing at all wrong with how you kiss.” She cleared her throat with a discrete “ahem” then sat back in her own chair and busied her hands tugging at her blouse as if to straighten it. Meanwhile I just sat there my head whirling, watching her face. Finally she had composed herself and looked back into my eyes and I swear I could have seen gears turning as she thought about what she was about to say… or perhaps do… I’m not sure. “Jim, that was… lovely… really. However, I think that with some practice we, you, can improve upon that. After all, there are so many different ways to kiss. It will also help you to get over some of this shyness I think as it will undoubtedly improve your self confidence with time and… practice.” Maggie added with a thin smile, her coppery eyes twinkling as her left hand once again reached out and settled upon my right hand resting on the arm of my chair. “I will, as will Penny… assist you, with your studies on this matter. I feel I must warn you however, Penny can be… well… enthusiastic at times. I’m sure you will find this out for yourself. Now, I trust you will continue to be discrete with this line of study as with your other lessons as we have agreed. Inside the walls of our home, you can relax but if there are other students or guests please use your better judgment. Now, for your assignment until your next session, I want you to practice being bold. By that I mean learning how and when to reach out and touch the women you speak with. Experiment with it, observe how they react. We will discuss your findings the next time we meet. Come, I will walk you to the door.” Standing up and placing her hand into my elbow we walked to the back door that I opened for her. Maggie gave me an endearing smile and we continued to the short stairs leading down to the landing at the front door. Just as I was opening the front door I heard the beaded curtain at the bottom of the basement stairs rattle and glancing back I saw Penny smiling up at me as she climbed the stairs up to the landing. A look passed between Maggie and herself and Maggie leaned over and whispered into Penny’s ear. Penny drew back and looked at Maggie questioningly who smiled and nodded. Penny’s smile grew mischievous as she looked intently into my eyes. She took an arm in each of her hands and leaned into me quickly and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Again I was stunned into immobility. Pulling back Penny looked me in the face with her brows knitted before saying. “Oh now that will just not do, it will not do at all.” And she leaned back in for another kiss this one pressing though still softly it was much bolder and I was a bit startled when I felt her tongue dart between my lips and flirtatiously seek out my own. The look of surprise on my face must have been priceless as Penny pulled back smiling wickedly and glanced at Maggie who was also smiling knowingly. Then over Penny’s shoulder I noticed Michelle standing at the bottom of the steps looking up at the landing with an unreadable expression on her face. I blushed knowing that she could not have helped but to see Penny molesting my lips moments before. Glancing back to Penny I noticed that she was blushing a bit as she ushered me out the door. “We’ll see you Saturday Jim?” she asked. I merely nodded and turned and walked to my truck in a fog. I still to this day do not remember the drive from there to Dom’s that afternoon. I must have still been in a fog when I walked into the shop and to the back to get ready for work. Jules passed me on her way back in from a delivery and swatted me in the back with her empty pizza hot bag. “Hey Jim!” She said by way of hello as she checked out the next deliveries waiting on the ready station. At some point I must have washed my face and hands and changed into my uniform in the bathroom because my next conscious thought was counting my “bank” that we are given to make change with on our deliveries. The dinner rush was not long that night and before long it was just down to those of us closing. As we cleaned up the shop Jules started in on me about my being lost in thought. “Hey buddy… why so pensive tonight?” She asked as she hauled another load of pans and screens to the sink to be washed. “Just a lot on my mind Jules…” I said distractedly as I scrubbed another pan. “Must be a girl, you still sweet on Michelle?” Jules asked as she elbowed me in the ribs before heading back to the front of the shop with the mop and bucket. I must have blushed because she just chuckled and smiled at me. Once I had everything washed, rinsed and sanitized, I was draining the sinks and wiping down the prep area as Jules mopped her way around the desk and into the back room. I helped her pick up the mop bucket full of dirty water and pour it out in the mop sink. As she rinsed out the mop bucket she picked up where she left off earlier… “So is it… Michelle… that you’re thinking of?” She grinned looking at me waiting for a response. Instead of saying anything I thought back to what Maggie had told me earlier that day, I simply looked Jules in the eye and smiled then turned away to get ready to leave. A few minutes later, out in the parking lot as we were headed to our cars to go home, Jules grabbed my arm and said. “Hey, no so fast… come on now, dish.” “Nothing to tell Jules, I’ve only spoken with her a couple of times in passing over the last couple of weeks, she probably doesn’t even know I exist.” I admitted with a shrug. “Oh Ho Ho! She knows you exist! She gave me the third degree the other night when I dropped off Sam.” Jules told me. Sam? Who’s this Sam guy I thought? Looking at Jules with the question on my lips she must have anticipated my question because she went on. “Sam, Samantha, my… uh… friend. She’s Michelle’s roommate.” She grinned, then added “Michelle wanted to know about you. How long I’ve known you, if you were seeing anyone, she even asked if I knew your phone number. I’m telling you Jim that girl KNOWS you exist. I think she’s more than interested in you.” That shit eating half smirk half grin spread on her face as one eyebrow arched to her hairline questioningly. I was stunned… yet again! I felt my stomach flip or maybe it was my heart, I’m not sure. Without even thinking about it I reached out and gave Jules a hug. She stiffened with alarm at first, then her stance softened a bit as I was letting go suddenly embarrassed by my own outburst. “S... sorry Jules.” I spoke bashfully knowing I was blushing bright enough to glow. Jules just chuckled and swatted me on the shoulder before opening her car door and climbing in. Looking up at me as she rolled down her window she smiled at me and winked as she drove away. I thought about what Jules had said and suddenly I was floating on clouds as I climbed into my pickup and headed off for my drive home to the farm. At some point it dawned on me that what Jules told me had happened before this afternoon. As suddenly as I had lifted off into the clouds I came crashing back down and I had a sinking feeling in my gut. Michelle had seen Penny and I kissing. What would she think of that? She probably despises me now. Great! That just SUCKS! Damn it! I was in a foul mood all the next day, my mom even asked me if there was something troubling me but I didn’t explain it. I went about my chores and a few odd jobs I had to do on the farm before cleaning up and heading to town to work Dom’s that evening. Despite my feeling down and all I still had the presence of mind to do my “homework assignment” from Maggie. I practiced eye contact and making conversation to every girl I ran into even if it was to simply say hello in passing. With the ladies at Dom’s, my manager and trainees, fellow drivers, I tried to use touch as well. I bumped elbows, touched shoulders, nothing aggressive or “forward”, just casual acknowledgement, familiarity. Apparently it was so unusual for my behavior that most seemed to notice but none objected, and most smiled more frequently. Conversations came easily along the lines of work and the like. I even noticed a few sidelong glances when they thought I didn’t see them. Every time I started to like that feeling though I remembered Michelle and kissing Penny and the blues would set in again. Later that evening as I was being cashed out to go home since I wasn’t scheduled to close that night, Jules tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I was still mowing the teachers’ yard tomorrow. I told her yeah I’d be there. She smiled and walked away while saying “So will Michelle…” Oh Crap! Well, I guess I’ll find out whether she hates my guts now or what. The next morning I was up early to do the chores on the farm before I headed to town to mow lawns and attend my “tutoring lessons”. When I arrived at the teachers’ house Michelle was already there and she was halfway finished with mowing the front yard. She saw me drive up but didn’t acknowledge my presence. I unloaded my mower and with my head down I pushed on to the side of the garage and started up my mower. It was going to be a hot day today, I was already sweating but that may have been from my disappointment and angst over Michelle and her seeming dismissal of me. Oh well, I thought, I probably didn’t stand a chance with her anyway. As I rounded the side yard and into the back yard I saw Maggie and Penney once again sunbathing. Both lying on their fronts again, with their tops loose and hanging from their loungers. Both raised their heads from their folded arms and looked my way and smiled. Penny raised her right hand and waved with her fingers and lay back down to continue sun bathing. She turned her head towards Maggie and I suspect they were conversing but I went on about my mowing. I was halfway finished with the back yard when I saw that Penny was waving an arm to get my attention. When she saw that I had noticed she beckoned me over to the patio. I shut down my mower and walked over wiping the sweat from my brow. “Yes Miss Penny? How can I help you?” I asked. “Jim darling I know you’re busy but could you be a dear and put some lotion on my back?” She smiled innocently at me with a sparkle in those light blue eyes. “Me too, if you will?” Maggie spoke up. Holy Cow! First kissing, now they want me to rub down their nearly naked bodies? I was floored. But like any red blooded male I jumped at the chance. “Sh… sh… sure. I can do that.” I stumbled out. I took a knee next to Penny as she was the closest and she handed me a bottle of suntan lotion. The smell of coconut oil overwhelmed even the scent of the fresh cut grass. Where to begin? I squirted out a bit of lotion onto Penny’s right shoulder blade and she jumped and giggled saying it was cold. I reached out with what I hope was not too noticeably trembling hands and began to push around the puddle of lotion on her back rubbing it into the skin. It was soon necessary to apply more lotion. I got all of her shoulder blades and shoulders. Penny began mewing and making soft moaning sounds of appreciation. Drawing her arms out from under her head and holding them back she implied that I should spread lotion on them as well. I worked each arm all the way down to her fine delicate manicured fingers, her nail polish a soft pink almost a nude color. When I had finished both hands, Penny wiggled her waist and said. “Jim, please get all of me, I don’t want to get a sunburn now do I?” I heard Maggie harrumph softly then chuckle just as softly. I squirted more lotion on the small of Penny’s back and began running my hands down her sides and massaging the lotion into her skin. I ran right up to the top of her bikini bottom and halted. I could have sworn I heard Penny sigh but it may have been my imagination. I had to stand up and reposition myself closer to the foot of the lounger to be able to put lotion on the backs of her legs. I started with her feet this time. Penny had her ever present silk slippers on her feet so I began with her ankles. I got first the right leg up to the back of her knee, then the left leg up to that knee, then re positioned myself again. Another squirt of lotion on the back of her right thigh and Penny squirmed a bit. She spread her legs a bit farther apart to allow my hands to spread the lotion completely on the skin. Massaging the lotion up from her knees to the bottom edge of her bikini bottom I again halted before crossing the line into immodesty. When I had finished with her left leg, stopping just short of the bikini bottom I stood and turned to Maggie’s Lounger. Penny let out a long sigh and said as if half asleep. “Oh thank you Jim that was wonderful.” “You’re welcome Miss Penny” I said. As I knelt down beside Maggie to begin much the same as I had with Penny. Maggie reached behind her with her right hand and gathered up her raven dark hair and pulled it over the top of her head exposing her fair skinned neck. I took that as a hint to begin with her neck and shoulders. Unlike Penny, Maggie didn’t jump when I squirted lotion onto her skin. She did however let out a soft sigh as I began massaging the lotion into her skin. Perhaps I used a bit more grip than was necessary for applying tanning lotion because even I realized that it was more of a massage than actually simply spreading lotion. If the ladies noticed they certainly didn’t object or correct me. I massaged Maggie’s shoulders and spread lotion down each arm to her equally finely manicured fingers. Maggie’s fingers were painted with a clear gloss that made them appear wet. When I finished with her arms I returned to her back and began working my way down her sides and to the small of her back. There was no mistaking the soft sighs and even a hint of a moan or two as the lotion and my hands crept farther and farther down. Like Penny, I halted my applications at the top of her bikini and was about to reposition further down the lounger when I felt Maggie’s hand upon mine halting me. With her hand still on mine she pushed my fingers just beneath the hem of her bottoms and nodded her head for me to continue. With this unspoken direction I worked both hands just a bit under the edge of her bikini bottom and spread the lotion on the skin just below the hem, from the small of her back to the sides of her hips. With that done I stood up to move to the end of the lounger to begin working on her legs . I noticed two things while moving. One Maggie didn’t have stockings on, I’d only seen her one other time with no stockings or hose on and that was right here the first time I met her and Penny weeks ago. The second thing I noticed was that I had an erection making my jeans feel very tight. I hoped that neither Penny nor Maggie had noticed it. I applied lotion and massaged Maggie’s right leg up to the knee and repeated with her left leg then re positioned again. I put lotion on Maggie’s right thigh and began working my way up the leg, she too, like Penny spread her legs a bit to allow me to get lotion to the skin between her legs. This time as I neared the bottom of her bikini I took a chance and continued just up under the edge of the material of her suit. When I did this I was certain I heard a low moan come from Maggie. I repeated the procedure with her left thigh and again worked the lotion under the edge of her suit. Maggie reached down before I could withdraw my hands and squeezed my left hand in a silent thank you, before patting my hands and saying aloud. “Thank you darling, we won’t keep you from your work. When you finish and have loaded your equipment back into your truck come through the garage and enter the kitchen. Help yourself to some iced tea or lemonade. We’ll be along shortly to begin your lesson.” Realizing I was being dismissed I set the bottle of lotion beside the lounger and stood to return to my mower. “Thank you Jim.” Penny spoke up. I restarted my mower and soon was lost in thought as I finished mowing the back yard. I pushed my mower around the garage and down to the curb to load it into my pickup. I noticed that Michelle was finished and her car was gone. Damn… I walked to the garage and saw the old dinosaur of a push mower was parked in its usual spot. I opened the door into the kitchen and stepped into the house. The feel of the cool air conditioned air caused goose bumps to sprout along my arms. I found a clean glass in the dish drainer and opened the refrigerator to find a pitcher of iced tea. I poured about half a glass and returned the pitcher then took a seat at the kitchen table. I had taken about three drinks from my glass when the back door to the patio opened up and Maggie and Penny entered into the kitchen. Both ladies were smiling and wrapped in their usual silken robes. Maggie had hers pulled to and gathered with her fingers. Penny’s robe was loosely tied with a belt, both ladies had their bikini tops held in their hands. The ladies exchanged a glance then each took a seat on either side of me at the table. Maggie asked me if I had been exercising my homework assignment since last we met. I told her I had and she had me tell of the things I had done and said and how they were received and how it made me feel. Both ladies seemed pleased with my progress and complimented me on my diligence. Finally Penny asked if I had practiced kissing with anyone since I had left them earlier in the week. The look on my face must have betrayed me as suddenly Penny looked concerned and reached out to take my hand and asked. “What is it Jim?” I told her about seeing Michelle at the bottom of the stairs after Penny had kissed me that day. And what Jules had told me that evening after work, and finally how Michelle had not even acknowledged my presence when I had arrived here today. “She wouldn’t even look at me Miss Penny.” I said hanging my head. “She must think… I… I don’t know what she thinks, but it’s probably not good.” I lamented. When I looked up I saw that both Penny and Maggie were smiling softly Penny looked to Maggie and they nodded to one another. Maggie stood up and excused herself. “Jim I’ve got something to attend to, Penny will continue with today’s lesson and give you your next assignment. I’ll see you before you leave today.” And with that she smiled sweetly and walked out of the kitchen. Penny smiled and then looked me up and down and made a tisking sound shaking her head . “Jim, you are a mess. This heat and exertion has you all sweaty and there are grass clippings all over you. Why don’t you go to the bathroom and take a shower to clean up. There are towels in there that you can wear to the guest room to change your clothes afterwards.” She said as she stood drawing my hand up to have me rise and follow her towards the bathroom. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door and began pulling off my clothes. I noted a couple of clean towels on the towel rack before I opened the shower door and stepped in. Turning on the water I adjusted the temperature until it was a bit more than warm and stepped under the running water from the shower head. I had just soaped up my face and was running the soap through my hair when I felt as much as heard the shower door slide open. Startled I turned and opened my eyes and saw a blur of white through the tears in my eyes from the soap. I stepped back and was trying to wash the soap out of my eyes when I felt soft hands on my face as they gently stilled my own hands and began brushing the soap and water out of my eyes. When I opened them again I found Penny’s smiling face looking at me. Looking further down I saw that her wonderful full breasts were bare and collecting water between them where her arms were pressing them together and the shower water was raining down on them. Those soft white globes with big half dollar sized aureola with marble sized pink nipples bulls eyed right in their centers, poking out as they hardened even as I watched. Looking back up into Penny’s face I saw her wink and she giggled before reaching up with one hand and lifting my hanging jaw up to close my mouth. “Jim darling, surely you’ve seen a naked woman before.” She said winking again. “Uh… a naked girl, or two, yeah…” I stammered “… but not like this.” “And those girls… did you touch them Jim?” She asked coyly running a hand down my shoulder to my elbow with one hand and the fingers of her other hand across my chest to my other shoulder. “Yes… yes ma’am.” I began and suddenly I felt a stinging on my cheek before I even registered the slap that Penny gave me. Stunned I looked at her askingly with my brows knitted in confusion . “Jim, I know this ma’am stuff is simply your good manners but I will not tolerate any longer. When we are in private you will call me by my name. Do you understand me Jim?” Penny said giving me a stern look, those beautiful blue eyes cold as stone. “Yes… Penny.” I said softly. When I did her face softened, her eyes glittered with delight and she smiled sweetly and said. “Now that wasn’t so hard was it darling?” she then reached up and put her hands behind my head on my neck and pulled me down into a sensual kiss. Softly at first then it turned into a hungrier more passionate kiss as her tongue parted my lips and searched for my own tongue. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest in front of her soft pillowy breasts. Taking a breath after several moments, her forehead pressed to mine Penny said. “You say you touched them, those girls that you’ve seen naked. How did you touch them?” Penny asked as she pressed her lips to mine again for another long soft sensual kiss gently nipping at my lower lip with her teeth. I answered silently raising my hands up beside her and taking hold of her shoulders pulling her gently closer to me as we continued kissing. “Uh Huh… that’s a good start.” Penny breathed out. I gripped her shoulders firmly squeezing them both before releasing them and slowly running my hands down her sides to her hips and squeezing them firmly as well. “Oh… that’s good too.” Penny exhaled softly as her hands and arms ran around my sides and to my back pulling me into her, my erection pressing into her abdomen. I froze. My heart pounding in my chest even under the running water of the shower I could feel my face redden in embarrassment. Penny must have understood my sudden concern, she giggled and leaned back to look into my face. “Jim darling, I would be rather upset if you weren’t… showing… an interest. It’s perfectly natural and you have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, really.” She smiled brightly then released her arms from around me and reached for a bar of soap and held it out to me. “That will be a lesson for another day sadly, for now we’ll just finish cleaning up… if you would be so kind as to soap me up?” She added the last with a raised eyebrow. Standing there with an erection waving between us, I didn’t know what to think. In a dreamlike state I took the bar of soap and Penny turned her back to me. I rubbed the soap over her shoulders and back working up a lather. Down her back I worked until I got to her waistline. Penny sensed my hesitancy again and said only my name as if in admonishment to continue. So over the soft hemispheres of her pear shaped bottom I lathered and rubbed I even took a firm grip of a cheek in each hand and squeezed gently. That got a giggle from Penny as she wiggled a bit and looked over her shoulder to see me smiling at her. She then turned around and faced me raising her arms and gave me a look that said “continue”. I smiled and rubbed soapy hands along the sides of her neck and over her collar bones. Slowly I ran my hands down over the tops of her breasts, my palms bumping and sliding over her rock hard nipples. Penny’s mouth opened in a silent “oh”, her eyes looking almost in askance to continue and then smiled brightly as my hands continued back up around each breast and under, lifting and separating them before pushing them flat to her chest and running my hand down her sides to her hips. As my soapy hands circled in towards her abdomen from her hips Penny gasped slightly before reaching down and grasping each of my wrists with her hands. “That will do for today Jim. Again, that is a lesson for another day. Now be a dear and get yourself cleaned up and then dress. Join Maggie and Myself in the living room when you are ready.” Penny then reached up and gave me another soft sensual kiss and patted my cheek where she had slapped me earlier. “Yes… Penny.” I said smiling sheepishly. Penny slid the shower door open and stepped out, I could see through the opaque glass as she took one of the clean towels from the rack and wrapped it around herself before exiting the bathroom. I leaned forward and slowly began tapping my head against the tile wall of the shower. “Oh My GOD!” I thought… What have I gotten myself into here? This is madness! The water was turning cold as I finished soaping up and rinsing off, that was probably a good thing though as my erection finally gave up the ghost and wilted away to my normal flaccid slumbering state. I dried off as best I could with the one remaining towel before wrapping it around myself and gathering my dirty clothes from under the sink then making my way to the guest room. I closed the door and collected a fresh pair of underwear and a shirt from my spare clothes that the ladies had me bring when I first agreed to take their lessons. I put the dirty clothes in my book bag that I had also left in the dresser drawer for just that purpose. Dressed I steeled myself and opened the door and made my way to the living room. I found Penny now dressed in one of her usual robes, I noted that she had on a different pair of silk slippers. Maggie was dressed much as she was the last time I was at the house, in a tweed skirt with dark stockings and sensible shoes. Her button down blouse was a dark plum color but the top few buttons were opened and she was actually showing a little cleavage. Her hair was rolled up into a bun with large pins that looked like chop sticks sticking through it holding it in place. A few loose raven strands hung freely on either side of her face. Her ears were pinned with her usual pearl earrings. Those lips had a touch of gloss on them making them look almost wet. Maggie scooted over just a bit and patted the couch cushion between herself and Penny. I set my book bag down at the end of the couch and scooted over between the couch and the coffee table and sat between the two ladies, Maggie on my left and Penny on my right. Penny half turned crossing her left leg over her right to better face me. Maggie did just the opposite, her right leg crossing over her left. Maggie looked at me then at Penny with a bit of annoyance. “Penny, do you have something to say to young Jim here?” Maggie asked. I glanced first at her then at Penny. Penny met my look with a bit of a sheepish smile and then took a breath as if heaving a sigh and said. “Jim darling, I must apologize for my behavior. I should not have joined you in the shower, I’m afraid I got a little ahead of myself with your lessons. I’m afraid I teased you unnecessarily. For that I am truly sorry. I will say however, you were the perfect gentleman despite the circumstances.” Maggie reached up with her right hand and softly touched my left cheek and I felt it sting faintly as I’m sure it was still reddened from Penny’s slap. Maggie leaned out and looked at Penny as if to say “And?” Penny firmed her lips and shook her head negatively before saying. “I will not apologize for that. Mags, Jim knows the rules of the house and I will not tolerate it any longer.” Penny then looked at me and smiled softly before adding. “I will probably never have to remind him again I suspect… but I will if need be.” She added as she reached out with her right hand and softly stroked my left cheek fondly. With that Maggie leaned in and kissed me softly on the welt on my cheek then with her left hand she turned my chin towards her and our lips met. Softly at first, brushing and gliding across one another then, to my surprise her tongue probed between my lips and she took my bottom lip between hers and lightly bit it between her teeth. Releasing my lip she pulled back smiling and looked me in the eyes, before turning my head once more towards Penny who’s lips were waiting and ready to meld with mine. She didn’t hesitate to send her tongue searching in my mouth for my tongue. Her lips sealed on mine and drawing the breath from my mouth as her robe covered breasts pressed into my shoulder and collar bone. At some point during this, I’m not even sure it was a conscious thought, but my right hand came up and was holding Penny’s cheek pressing her face into mine. Penny moaned softly into my mouth before pulling back to study my eyes searchingly, her eyebrows dancing up and down as if they couldn’t decide where to go. “Better and better, Jim you are coming along nicely indeed.” Penny whispered before composing herself and straightening up. Maggie sat there looking at us her head resting in her right hand the arm propped on the elbow on the back of the couch. She asked Penny what my next assignment should be. “I’m not sure, Jim already demonstrates much of what we would be teaching him, instinctively. Jim darling, you need to continue practicing your observations and conversations of course, and touching naturally. Perhaps you need to learn how to… learn about the ladies you speak with. Learn what their dreams and desires are. I’m sure you’ve been asked questions like “What would you do if you won the lottery?” haven’t you? That’s the idea. Get them to talk about ‘what if’. You’ll be surprised what you will learn.” Maggie nodded approvingly and smiled at me when I looked at her for confirmation. She stood up and I took that as my cue to stand as well Penny joined us and we walked to the front door. Maggie touched my chin and kissed me softly once more and stepped back. Penny stepped closer and her right hand rose up to touch my still reddened cheek softly with a look of hurt in her eyes but a smile on her face. I’m not sure why but I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips and kissed the back of it softly while looking into her eyes. Penny nearly swooned before smiling brightly and pulling my hand to her lips and she kissed my hand in the same soft manner. Maggie smiled and said “Remember to call first if you have time for more… instructions… this week. If not we can expect you next Saturday. Yes?” I smiled and nodded as I stepped out onto the front porch and made my way to my pickup. Discretion is a hard thing to maintain at times, especially when close friends and co-workers sense a juicy story or titillating gossip… or event. They can be like sharks scenting blood in the water. Holy crap! When I got to Dom’s just before my shift that evening I was lost in thought replaying all the day’s events and probably had a ghost of a smile or at least a silly grin on my face… oh… and a pinkish red hand print on my left cheek. And believe me, it did NOT go un-noticed. The questioning looks and smiles were bad enough, but the actual questions became tedious, especially from Jules. Oh MY GOD! She would NOT let it go! “Hey buddy…” She stopped me taking my chin in her hand and turning my face so she could get a better look at my reddened cheek. “Was it at least worth it?” She added smiling like the Cheshire cat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said pulling from her grasp and trying to play it off. “Well son, that’s not a sunburn. Either you stepped out of line being fresh or you really pissed somebody off. Come on, dish!” She said stepping in front of me so I couldn’t get around her. “I think you know me better than that Jules.” I lamented, tilting my head and frowning in disappointment. “I thought so too, but that love tap has a story and you’re going to tell me about it… sooner or later.” She said smiling and winked at me as she stepped aside and let me pass. She swatted me on the back with her empty pizza hot bag then added. “Lover boy.” “Great” I thought to myself, I’ve got all evening and closing to get through, wonderful. As it turned out it wasn’t so bad. It seems that most of the other girls on the crew knew me well enough that even though they normally took great joy in teasing me and getting me to blush, they left me pretty much alone that evening. Well, aside from the curious looks and the occasional whispered comment to one or another of them. Of course that reprieve was only temporary, at closing time the grilling began in earnest as Jules started in on me again. “Okay, most everyone else is gone home now and it’s just us. Do I have to beat it out of you? What’s the story with the pretty pink hand print you came in with earlier?” Jules said cornering me at the three compartment sink as I was running wash water. “Jules… I don’t want to talk about it. It’s PRIVATE…” I said a little more forcefully than I intended. This had no effect on her though, she just kept ginning and raised one eyebrow as to say “Well?” I just kept silent and kept washing pans and utensils. Jules went for another load of pans and gave me that sidelong look and paused again before going back up front to sweep and clean. Each time she made a trip to the back she would pause and give me that look. She’d stand there both hands on her hips and tap one foot expectantly, before continuing on and getting back to work. It wasn’t too long before we had finished with clean up and were ready to leave. I knew I was going to be cornered in the parking lot as we went to our cars. Which is exactly what she did, instead of going to her car, she went to my pickup and crossed her arms and leaned back against my driver side door and crossed her feet. She never said a word, just gave me that look, where one eyebrow was arched high and her lips were pursed trying to keep a grin at bay. I sighed and hung my head and leaned my back against the side of my truck and crossed my arms as well. “You know I keep my word when I give it right?” I asked softly. “As long as I’ve known you, yes, why?” She asked. “I gave my word Jules. I won’t talk about it.” I said stubbornly but then softened a bit and added. “I slipped up and was… reminded. That’s all I’m going to say about it.” I said as I looked down and shuffled my feet. “Was it Michelle?” She asked, not ready to let it go just yet. “Jules! No. I’ve not seen her or spoke with her in over a week. She probably hates me anyway.” I spat out frustrated. “I find that hard to believe.” Jules said standing up and stepping away from my truck and turning to face me. “I’ll quit bothering you about it, okay? But you know I got your back if you need to talk to anyone, right?” She added softly. That was so out of the ordinary I had to look up to see if I was still talking to Jules and not some stranger. She just smiled softly and winked as she punched me in the arm before turning to get in her own car. I watched her drive off still wondering who she really was. I found that I was kept busy most every day the next week either with yard work, chores and odd jobs on the farm and of course working at Dom’s. I had been asked to fill in for another driver who was sick that next Friday morning to open the store for the lunch rush and prep for dinner. That meant that I would not be closing that night as I usually did with Jules. I called around to some of the other Dom’s locations around town and nobody need any extra help that evening so I found myself at loose ends after three thirty that afternoon. Thinking it over I pulled out my wallet and extracted the blank business card with the number that Maggie had given me. I dialed the number and waited. Penny picked the phone and was thrilled to hear from me she said. I told her that I had found that I had the evening off and was wondering if perhaps she or Maggie would have time for me if I came by. She asked me to hold on for a second and she’d check with Maggie. In a moment she was back on the line telling me they would both be delighted if I stopped by. Thanking her I smiled and hung up the phone before leaving the store and driving to their house. Upon arrival I saw Michelle’s car parked out front, and suddenly wondered if perhaps this was not such a good idea after all. Steeling myself I grimaced and went to the front door and rang the bell. Maggie opened the door a few moments later and welcomed me inside the house. She was dressed again this afternoon, much as I remembered seeing her in school years ago, in a modest skirt and blouse that was buttoned all the way up. Her hair was down however and flowing over her shoulders and down her back like a silky mane. “Jim, will you have a seat in the kitchen, I’ll join you in a few moments.” She directed me up the stairs. As I got to the top of the stairs I saw Penny sitting on one end of the couch, also dressed as if she’d just stepped out of the classroom… and Michelle sitting in the middle much as I was the last time I was here. She looked at me and made eye contact briefly before turning away with a blank expression on her face. She wore what looked to me like a Catholic School girl’s uniform, a white button down blouse, and a plaid skirt that fell below her knees, knee length white socks and black and white saddle shoes. Her hands were clasped in her lap and they were all but wringing themselves. Maggie gestured towards the kitchen then walked towards the couch. I took a seat at the table and sat patiently but all the while trying to listen to what was being said in the other room. I couldn’t make out the words but I could discern the voices of all three. Penny and Maggie both sounded calm and reassuring if not stern. Michelle sounded upset, almost pleading, and then finally resigned. It grew quiet for a minute or three before I heard feet shuffling then descending down the stairs. There was another moment or two of murmuring then the door opening and closing. Footsteps on the stairs heralded the arrival of Maggie and Penny as they entered the kitchen hand in hand. That was odd. I stood as the two paused in the doorway for a moment. Penny looked at her wrist watch and grimaced, she looked up at Maggie and sighed. Maggie nodded and they released hands. Penny looked to me and smiled sadly before saying. “I’m sorry Jim, I must leave for an appointment. Maggie will attend to your lesson today. I will see you tomorrow of course won’t I?” Penny asked as she reached out and squeezed my arm. “Of course Penny.” I confirmed. She smiled and picked up her purse from the counter and exited the kitchen through the garage door. I heard the garage door open moments later and her car back out. As the door closed again Maggie took a chair next to me and folded her hands on the table in front of her. “Jim, what do you think of your lessons so far?” She asked. I paused thoughtfully, my brows knitting. I picked apart her question trying to understand it. Was she asking for my opinion? Or, perhaps how I thought I was comprehending… I wasn’t sure. I reviewed what I had been asked to do over the previous weeks. There was eye contact, there was observation, touching, questioning… with each new task, I was continuing to exercise the previous lessons as well. And there it was, the answer. These were not tasks as much as they were exercises. Like the ones that Maggie herself gave me and her other students years ago in typing class. Repetition, practice, typing like any skill requires repetition to build muscle memory or familiarity to the point where you no longer consciously think about a task, it just comes naturally. I smiled sheepishly and looked Maggie in the eye and said. “You ladies have been teaching me how to improve by way repetition, to learn by doing the ‘lessons’ or ‘tasks’ that you have been assigning me. You’ve not been giving me secrets but teaching me skills.” Maggie sat stunned for a moment, grasping what I had just spoken. Then slowly her lips turned up in to a beautiful smile, her eyes crinkled with pride as she nodded her head slowly. “Jim, Darling, you are truly a gifted young man. I am so proud of you. Few, very few of our students have ever grasped so readily what we endeavor to teach them. What’s more is that you demonstrate a willingness to learn. So far we’ve only challenged you with rudimentary skills, building a foundation if you will. Granted, Penny got a little ahead of herself last week perhaps, but what she was intending was indeed a skill that you will no doubt need in the future.” Maggie sat back in her chair and looked at me thoughtfully for several moments contemplating what she would say next. I had questions but somehow sensed this was not the time to ask them. Instead, I simply waited, struggling to maintain eye contact with Maggie’s coppery orbs. “While of course we think you should continue to exercise the skills that we’ve already brought to your attention, it’s time now to begin working on some more direct applications if you will. But first I, we, need to ask you some personal questions to see just how far along you might be at this point.” That said, Maggie paused again considering how to begin. I replayed what she just said in my head trying to figure out where she was going with this. “What kind of, personal questions did you want to ask of me Maggie?” I asked in a steady but soft voice. Maggie smiled somewhat apologetically and continued. “First of all, Jim, while I already think I know the answer to this question, never the less I must ask it. Are you a virgin?” I almost think that I saw a glimmer of a blush on Maggie’s cheeks but if it was, it was fleeting and was gone. “No, Maggie, I am not a virgin.” I responded in a quiet stunned voice. I know my face had to be red as a beet, and I dropped my eye contact to suddenly, intensely study my own two hands on the table top. “I suspected not.” Maggie said absently as she framed her next question. “I know these are personal and embarrassing questions Jim but they have to be asked so that we will know where to begin, bear with me.” She reached over and softly laid one hand atop my own and continued. “How old were you when you… lost your virginity?” I squirmed in my seat trying to decide if I should share with her just how young I really was. I didn’t want her to think badly of the girl who deflowered me, I was willing after all, even if I didn’t have a clue as to what was going on at the time. “Maggie, the girl that… took my virginity… was old enough. I was a bit younger than her. But she did not force me to do anything, I may not have known what I was getting into, but I went willingly. I have no regrets about it other than what others might think of her, and of myself.” I dared to glance up into Maggie’s eyes and hold them briefly to make my point and show her my sincerity. She sat stunned, her mouth barely open, her jaw moving as if to speak. I know she was doing the math in her head and double checking it before processing what I had just said. “I can see why some might find that… highly… unusual. Some might find it objectionable as well. You are wise not to tell anyone you don’t trust. Thank you for trusting me with it.” Maggie squeezed my hand to emphasize her words. “My! That does put a spin on our, lessons then, well perhaps not too much. After your first time, how many times have you had sex since?” “How… how many times… or how many girls?” I sputtered. “Yes of course, Jim, forgive me. How many girls would be the more appropriate question but how many times would also be useful if I could be so inquisitive.” Maggie clarified. “Well…” I tried to count quickly in my head, for such low numbers I took perhaps far too long to count but finally continued. “Three girls, but maybe two or three times each, not every girl though. Some more than others.” I admitted while I blushed even a brighter red. “Just a few more questions Jim, you’re doing marvelously.” Maggie looked into my eyes looking to see if I were willing to continue. I nodded, giving her my silent consent. “Of these three women, well, let’s include your first as well, do you know if they achieved climax when you had sex?” Oh my god! I thought my head would burst into flames at this point I felt like a bug caught under a magnifying glass with the sunlight about to roast me. “Uh… uh… I… uh… I’m n… not sure… I mean I think they did or at least a couple of times…” I quit talking when it became glaringly obvious that I really didn’t know. I felt Maggie’s hand squeeze mine again reassuringly. “Jim… Jim! Look at me.” Maggie spoke softly but firmly. When I looked up she continued. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some men, and even some women never learn how to give or help a woman to achieve climax. To have an orgasm. With men it’s pretty simple and straight forward. With women, it can be quite complicated, especially for the uninitiated. Some women go their entire adult lives without learning how for themselves. So unless a man is given the knowledge and… skills… to help her find her pleasure, he will never succeed in giving her the ultimate pleasure. There is no secret trick or move, but there are basic skills, some of which you’ve already begun to learn and will eventually master. Now I, and Penny, are willing to share with you and teach you the basics and perhaps help you refine them even more. That’s what we do for our students, like yourself. This is where the discretion that we so emphasized at the beginning comes into play. There are few who would find what we teach acceptable. Therefore, we do not advertise our help, we ask that those we do teach to respect our privacy as well.” “What we teach was once quite common even in our own society, even if it was kept private. Old men would marry young girls and teach them. When the old men would die, the widows, now older would marry again, and if not with someone of their own age, then with someone far younger and the teaching would continue. Modern societies in general frown upon this ancient practice of course but there are those out there, like Penny and I, who have embraced this practice, if discretely. We are, after all, teachers. We teach. The subject matter may be controversial in some eyes, but it’s valid, and still needed. Penny and I are very ***********ive with those we choose to share our knowledge and teaching skills with. More often than not the students we take on are referred to us by past students.” Maggie paused to let it all sink in with me. I had actually read some anecdotal references to some of the stuff she had just mentioned in a sociology text for a class research project, and more from my avid history reading. Of course it was never quite as detailed in explanation or at least specifically as she had told it. The part about old men taking young girls for wives and vice versa was mentioned as a common practice among many American Indian Tribes. Despite the Taboo nature of what she was telling me I found it really didn’t shock me or make me uncomfortable. I was actually more intrigued than anything. I wanted to learn more. And, I trusted both her and Penny. I looked up again into Maggie’s eyes and said. “Maggie, you can trust me to be discrete, both you and Penny. I would still like to learn and I trust you both, if you will have me.” I added humbly at the end so that she didn’t think I was taking it for granted. “I had so hoped you would, and yes I can say for both Penny and myself that we will be happy to continue working with you.” She said again squeezing my hands and then standing up to put a kettle of water on the stove. She asked me as she brought down two cups and spoons to the table. “I’m making us some tea, it helps to calm the nerves. Personally I like mine strong and sweet.” She looked at me smiling to see if I picked up on the innuendo. My blush answered for me. Placing a single tea bag in each cup and sitting back down while we waited for the water to heat. “Jim darling, what is the most important thing that anyone can give another person?” She asked me. “That’s an easy one, Respect.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Good answer, and correct as well. And the second most important thing?” She prompted. “Honesty.” I said, trying to follow her reasoning. “Two for two.” She said as she stood up to turn the stove off and pour the hot water into our tea cups. She replaced the kettle on the stove and sat back down. She picked up her spoon and opened the sugar dish to spoon several spoonfuls of sugar into her cup. She pushed the sugar dish toward me as she began stirring the tea in her cup. I put two modest spoonfuls of sugar in my own cup and replaced the cover to the dish. “Can you tell me what should be next?” Maggie asked as she blew on a spoonful of tea before tasting it. “Trust?” I answered more as a question than a statement. “Very good indeed… however… Why is trust not the most important thing to give someone?” She quizzed. “Trust is very important, but it has to be earned.” I stated drawing upon my own past life experiences . I picked up the string on the tea bag and pulled the tea bag out of my tea only to dunk it back in and repeat a few times. “Some would say that Honesty should be the most important, then Respect followed by Trust. The fact is you really can’t have one without both of the others. That’s true with all relationships, romantic, emotional or merely physical. It will do you well to remember that and keep it close to your heart. Those three are the foundation, without them you have nothing.” Maggie picked up her cup and blew across the steaming dark liquid, the string from the tea bag hanging over the side of her cup. I realized that this was a teaching moment and Maggie was in her element so I remained silent and waited for her to continue again. I fished out the tea bag from my cup and set it in the saucer. Then picked up my cup and blew across the surface before taking a tentative sip. “You have demonstrated to Penny and I that you already have a fundamental grasp of this, it shows in your manners, your politeness and your attentiveness. It really is rare these days in a man so young as yourself. While I can’t fault your parents or other influences that have made you this way, we will still have to work on a few areas so that you will grow with our teachings. Some things we will point out to you, and others you will have to discover or deduce for yourself. I sat there with tea cup in my hands, listening attentively knowing that this was important. I knew more was coming from the way Maggie searched my eyes as she sipped her tea in thought. When I didn’t question her she went on. “Respect, honesty and trust, of the first two there is no degree, it’s all or nothing. Trust however, is incremental, it varies from very little at first to eventually, complete. You yourself said that it is earned, and you are correct, it is earned, sometimes grudgingly. It comes back to past experiences and insecurities. Anyone who’s been hurt before, disrespected, lied to, or even physically harmed will find it harder to give that trust out easily. Once bitten, twice shy as it were.” She paused again as she looked into her cup before taking another sip. “And there’s more, trust is a mutual thing, a two way street. It’s give, and take. Sometimes, often really, one must find a way to meet the other person halfway down that twisted path, or further.” I thought to myself. ‘If only it were that simple.’ Then a thought jumped out of my mouth before I could stop it. “Is that why Michelle wouldn’t even look at me? Did I hurt her when she saw Penny and I kissing?” I questioned sadly looking into Maggie’s eyes for the answer. When she gave me a half smile, half smirk I nearly dropped my tea cup, so I set it down on the saucer carefully with shaking hands. “No Jim, it’s a bit more complicated than that I’m afraid. Yes, there was a bit of hurt perhaps, but… well, it’s complicated. I know you are an observant young man and have probably deduced by now that Michelle is also one of our students. Her story is her own, and while you are indeed connected to her, that is not something for you to concern yourself with at this time. There will come a time perhaps that she will share with you things that I will not divulge as it is hers to decide. Remember, discretion, and of course, trust. Michelle, like you must learn to trust herself first. If you are patient, and I know you are, things will be clear to you in time. There are other emotions and circumstances at play.” Maggie took another sip of her tea and frowned. Putting her cup back down on her saucer she stood and asked if I were finished with my now tepid tea as well. When I nodded in assent she collected both and our cups and spoons and took them to the kitchen sink. She took the two used tea bags and placed them in the kitchen garbage can before returning to the table. Maggie pushed her chair into the table and asked me to follow her. I stood and pushed my own chair in and turned to follow her. Taking my left hand in her right hand she led me to the stairs down to the landing for the front door. At first I thought she was dismissing me for the day but then she led on and down the other set of stairs leading to the basement. Maggie parted and held back the beaded curtain and motioned me forward. I really didn’t know what to expect when I passed through the curtain but what I saw certainly raised an eyebrow. To the left was a room the size of the upstairs living room. Along the left wall instead of a picture window was a chalkboard, straight out of any schoolroom, complete with a pull down projector screen, and pull down anatomical illustrations, human anatomy, particularly reproductive genitalia, in graphic detail. In front of the chalkboard as in a classroom were three student desks. Behind them a small table with a slide projector. On the far wall were several bookshelves with text books, more illustrated anatomy books and a couple of high backed upholstered reading chairs with a small table in the middle of them. Straight ahead from the beaded curtain was a door. To the right of that door was a hallway with three doors on the left and a single door on the right. Maggie explained that the room behind the first door was merely a storage room, the doors on the left led to a full bathroom, a linen closet and the utility room that had the furnace, hot water tank, and utility access. The door on the right was for a bedroom. Her late ex husband had lived there before he passed away a couple of years ago. Now it was used for guests and occasionally, lessons. Turning back to the main room however, Maggie led me to the chalkboard and explained that often it was easier and more comfortable for their students to learn in a more familiar setting such as school. Pulling down the two anatomical diagrams side by side, she told me that it was appalling how little most people actually knew of human anatomy especially of their own genitalia or that of the opposite sex. Learning about the unknown is the first step of conquering their fears. I couldn’t resist asking. “So learning about someone’s body parts makes them less… scary?” I asked with a bit of doubt in my voice. “Certainly,” Maggie said. “At least, being a little more familiar makes one feel a bit more relaxed anyway. Feeling less insecure, insecurity is fear, the unknown is scary. Fear inhibits trust. We, Penny and I, try to take the fear away by reducing the insecurities resulting from lack of familiarity, the lack of knowledge. Of course the needs vary from student to student, that’s one reason why I asked you those personal questions earlier. I had to understand where you might need to begin learning. We can study from the beginning if you like… but… I think you are well past this stage.” Maggie added the last in a softer decidedly warmer voice as she stepped up closer to me searching my eyes for understanding. I could feel the heat of her body reaching out to me, her soft breath across my cheek as she leaned closer still, cheek to cheek now as her lips brushed my ear and whispered. “I think we have established a foundation, yourself, Penny and I. What we need to work on with you is confidence. Like trust there is a certain amount of fear to overcome, that will come with experience.” Maggie squeezed my hand in hers and her lips parted and her teeth nibbled at the lobe of my ear. I thought I was going to melt into a puddle right there on the floor in front of their chalkboard and classroom. Pulling back to look me in the eye again Maggie’s copper colored eyes seemed to glow with a low fire, her lips were smiling with a promise of unlocked secrets and knowledge. Without breaking eye contact I raised my right hand up to her face, and softly stroked the backs of my fingers along her cheek and gently took her head in my hand and pulled her face to mine. Tilting slightly to one side our lips found one another and we brushed softly. When Maggie released my left hand I brought it to the other side of her head and pulled her to me a bit more forcefully and our kisses became suddenly much more passionate. Her tongue parted my lips in search of a dance partner, my own tongue. Twirling and twining with one another as our lips matched move for move, slipping and sliding. I was lost in her lips, the sensations taking me out of myself as if to give flight to my imagination. However when I felt Maggie’s hands sliding up and down along the front of my jeans in my crotch, my eyes sprung open and I pulled my head back a bit. Maggie’s face was a picture of sultriness and want, her eyes half closed, her lips still parted suddenly turned up into a decidedly wicked smile. Her hands, her palms and fingers were pressing flatly against my growing erection. I shuddered with the overwhelming sensations. The passionate kissing the wanton stimulation of her touch was nearly too much. Maggie must have sensed this as she leaned in and kissed me again but only a soft lingering lip to lip kiss. When she withdrew again she again reached for my hand and began leading me back towards the beaded curtain and the stairs. “Jim darling, I’m sorry for just now. It was not kind of me to let myself lose control and… get you all worked up. Forgive me please. I guess I can no longer blame Penny for what she did last weekend, I seem to have fallen under your spell as well.” Maggie looked at me and I could have sworn she was blushing. OH MY GOD! Maggie… Mrs. Mays! Blushing? Wait… WHAT? ‘under my spell’? What the hell was she talking about? My head was spinning as we climbed the stairs to the landing and the front door Turning to face me once again, still holding my hand, Maggie looked down sheepishly at her feet, or was it my bulging crotch? Looking back up she cleared her throat and looked me in the eye again and smiled that soft knowing smile. “I truly am sorry for that Jim, if there were more time… but that will be another lesson of course. You are coming tomorrow, to mow, and for your lessons, yes?” She stated more than actually asked. “Yes ma’a… Damn it…” I hung my head for a moment shaking it then looked back up into Maggie’s eyes. “Yes Maggie, I will be here. Maggie smiled as much from my verbal stumble as from my confirmation that I would attend in the morning. Squeezing my hand she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips again before saying thank you and opening to door for me. I returned the squeeze of her hand and the kiss and stepped out onto the front porch and made my way to my truck. I could bore you with explaining of how my head was lost in a cloud throughout my drive home that evening, how I played and replayed every word said between Maggie and I. And of course that amazing kissing session in front of the chalkboard, and my god, getting groped by Mrs. Mays! WOW! Just thinking about it made my jeans uncomfortably tight again. Instead I’ll just skip all that and say that I got home, early for my usual routine for the past… well… all summer really, and my father was sitting on the back porch of our house on the hill on the farm. He was relaxing in the cool night breeze having a beer or two. He was a bit surprised to see me so early and asked me to join him for a bit. I grabbed a glass of iced tea and settled into a chair next to him as we watched the moon rising over the hill to the East of the house. We talked about his shop and how business was slowly taking off. We talked about my brother and sisters and my mom and how everyone was doing. And of course we finally got around to talking about me, the object of the whole conversation I deduced early on. My dad means well, and he doesn’t pry as long as he doesn’t think there’s a problem, but he is still curious especially of his eldest son. I think he was wondering about my adventures and if they were anything like the ones he had at my age. We didn’t discuss that of course but he wanted to know how I was doing, about my work with Dom’s and my yard work and lastly about my tutoring lessons. He asked me if I needed any help paying for the lessons. I laughed at that but then I had to explain why I laughed. I explained that most of my yard work jobs were paying jobs, but the Tutoring was being paid for in trade. I mowed my tutors’ yard in exchange for the lessons. My dad actually seemed impressed by this “deal” and said it was a great idea. We talked about a few other things that really weren’t important then we both decided it was time to call it a day and go to bed. I told him I was headed to town again in the morning for my tutors’ yard work and lessons afterwards before working at Dom’s that evening. I would see him again Sunday morning. My dreams were a kaleidoscope of images and people that night, it seems I kissed every girl on my mind, well, not everyone but enough to make it way too confusing to figure out. At one point I was kissing Penny, then suddenly it was Michelle, I blinked and it was Maggie that had locked lips with me, I blinked again and I was being hugged and groped and kissed by Jules! What the Hell? I found myself in the shower kissing Maggie but she was fully dressed and she was stroking my erection under the water falling from the showerhead. Penny was in the shower as well, and she was pressing her bare breasts into my back as her arms were wrapped around me and her hands fondling my own chest and nipples, her lips kissing my back and shoulders. As confusing and exciting as the dream was I was disappointed when I woke up to my alarm. I got up and started my day. I tended to the animals and chores before showering and shaving to clean up before heading to town. Mom was setting breakfast on the table for Dad and my sisters as I passed through the kitchen to leave for town. A hug and a kiss and grabbed a piece of toast and some bacon then I was on my way. The whole trip to town seemed like a blink of an eye as my mind was occupied trying to sort out last night’s weird dream and of course pondering what sort of lesson was in store for me to day with my teachers. First though I had to mow the yard of course, which immediately had me wondering if I’d see Michelle today, and if she would even look at me if nothing else. Pulling up to the teachers’ house I saw Michelle’s car out front, and I also saw her wheeling the dinosaur out of the garage. I smiled as I got out of my truck but I refrained from waving. I didn’t want to look like a lovesick puppy or desperate. After I unloaded my mower and gas can in hand I pushed towards the side of the garage for the gate to the back yard. I glanced at Michelle, still not venturing a greeting when she surprised me by giving me a half smile and saying “Hey.” I paused a second and looked at her and smiled and said “Hey” back before continuing on to the back yard. Once through the gate I fired up my mower and began. It was still fairly early in the morning and the grass was still wet with dew and the humid air promised a hot miserable afternoon. I let my mind wander as I went about mowing, it only seemed like minutes had gone by when my mower sputtered and ran out of gas. I was about three quarters finished with the back yard. I should have filled my tank on the mower before starting. Oh well no big deal. I walked back to the gate to get my gas can to refill my tank. As I was approaching the gate at the side of the garage, Michelle stepped through the gate. Her face was beet red and she looked sweaty and, well, frustrated. “You okay Michelle?” I asked concerned. She bit her lip and scrunched up her eyebrows before looking me in the face. “No. No I’m not. I… I…” She sighed with frustration and took a deep breath before trying again. “I can’t get the dinosaur to start this morning. Could you do me a favor and have a look at it?” She asked then frowned as if she had tasted something bitter. I understood that she really didn’t want to ask for any help, perhaps especially from me for some reason, but she didn’t have a choice. “Sure, let’s have a look at it.” I said politely and she led me back to the mower in the front yard. She kicked it with her foot and stood there with her hands on her hips. “I’ve been trying to start it since you got here. I’ve just about pulled my arm off. It’s got gas, the valve is open thank you very much and I don’t think I flooded it. Why won’t it start?” She spat out with a bit of venom. I checked the choke and throttle settings, I peeked at the stopcock valve while pretending to look at something else just to be sure, then I stood up and pulled the rope once. The motor turned over but it didn’t even sputter. I pulled once more and still nothing. I stood back up and looked at the mower while taking my chin in my hand and thinking, then I had a thought. I squatted back down and went to pull the spark plug wire off the plug. I found it was not even connected to the plug, only the rubber cup that slips over it was in contact with the plug end. AHA! I wiggled the plug connector back onto the plug end tightly and wiggled it make sure it was secure. Standing up again I closed the throttle and choke, then grasped and pulled the rope again. The engine sputtered and oily smoke came out. I pulled two or three more times till there was no smoke then opened the throttle about a quarter and pulled the choke out just a bit, and motioned for Michelle to give it a shot. “That’s it? You wiggled a wire and now it will run? Are you freakin’ kidding me? Really?” She demanded unbelieving giving me an incredulous look. I merely shrugged and smiled slightly. Michelle puffed out a breath then grabbed the rope and yanked it. The motor turned over and sputtered a bit but then died again. She gave me a ‘now what’ expression and I nodded to the mower for her to try again. Shaking her head she grabbed the rope again and yanked. The motor turned over, sputtered then caught. Stepping back with her hands on her hips again, she looked at the mower then looked sidelong at me. Turning to me she gave me a tight lipped smile then mouthed the word ‘thanks’ and then grabbed the mower and started mowing. I smiled and walked back to the gate and grabbed my gas can and headed to the back yard to get my part of the mowing finished. When I finished up the back and was pushing my mower back to the front of the house I saw that Michelle was still mowing but was almost finished. I loaded up my mower and gas can into my pickup, and then walked to the garage as I had been previously instructed to do by Penny and Maggie. I knocked on the door from the garage into the kitchen. Penny opened the door wearing a new robe that I had not seen before, a pale blue that complimented her eyes, her silk slippers were yellow with light blue polka dots. In her hands she had two glasses of iced water. “Hello darling. You look like you need something cold to drink, could you be a dear and take this one to Michelle, I’m afraid she’s likely to have a heat stroke the way she’s been pushing herself today.” Then she added under her breath. “The stubborn minx…” then caught herself and smiled a little embarrassed and said. “You did not hear that.” And gave me a stern look. I smiled and said. “Heard what?” and turned and headed out to the front yard with the ice water. Approaching Michelle as she mowed the final strip and shut the mower off, she gave me a puzzled look when she saw me carrying two glasses of water. I stopped as she neared me and handed her one of the glasses. “Compliments of Penny.” I said by way of explanation. “Thanks.” She said as she gratefully accepted the glass and chugged half of it down in one go before coming up for air. “Oh My God that’s good.” She said taking a deep breath. “Yeah, it’s a hot one today, that’s for sure.” I said as I drank more water myself. Kicking myself mentally thinking I needed to say something ANYTHING rather than just stand there like a lump on a log. “Jim, I should thank you, for, you know, earlier…” Michelle spoke softly avoiding my gaze, and drinking more water. “Nothing to thank me for, but if you insist then you’re welcome.” I said humbly. Michelle smirked and shook her head before pushing the mower on towards the garage to park it. I followed her and we both found ourselves standing at the door from the garage into the kitchen. We both emptied our glasses before looking at each other awkwardly for a moment. “Lessons?” I asked. Michelle looked at me as if afraid to say anything, she simply nodded then looked at me and tilted her head in silent question. I nodded and said. “Yeah, me too.” Then I turned and knocked on the door. Penny opened the inner door and smiled at both of us and said. “Well you two look a sight. Come in, come in.” she stepped back as I opened the outer door and held it for Michelle to enter first then followed. Penny took our empty glasses before shooing us along. “Michelle dear, you use the shower downstairs, and Jim, you shower in the one upstairs. After you’ve cleaned up and changed into something fresh we will begin our lessons. Michelle, I’ll join you downstairs, Jim Maggie will meet you back here in the kitchen. Now hurry along.” She ushered us along pausing at the top of the stairs and smiling at me with a twinkle in her eye before following Michelle downstairs. I went to the bathroom and shut the door. I kicked off my shoes and began taking my clothes off. I was soon in the shower washing off all the sweat and grime and grass clippings. Toweling off and wrapping the towel around my waist I gathered my clothes and headed to the guest room with my clothes to change. I put my dirty clothes in my empty book bag and reached for some clean shorts only to find a note sitting atop a stack of silk boxer shorts. “Jim, I thought you might enjoy a more relaxed garment to wear for your lessons in your coming sessions. I’m sure they will fit. – Maggie” I read the note again. Then held up the top pair of boxers, a dark royal blue, they were so light and flimsy. Shrugging I slipped them on and marveled at their softness. And when I glanced up at the mirror on the dresser I realized that they did little to camouflage my anatomy. I wiggled my hips from side to side and I could plainly see my junk wobble from side to side. Damn! If I get an erection there will be NO hiding it wearing these things. I slipped a clean tee shirt over my head and tugged it on. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and headed down the hallway to the kitchen. Maggie was sitting at the table sipping a glass of iced tea, and reading a magazine. Looking up as I entered the room she first noticed that I was wearing the new shorts, and then looked into my face as I approached the table. “Oh good, you found them. Do they fit alright? Not too tight?” She asked. “No, they fit okay I think, thank you. I’m just not used to shorts that are so… so… uh…” I reached for a word but failed. I smiled blushing. “Oh darling you will come to love the feel of silk, it’s simply just so comfortable.” She said as she flipped the lapels of her robe as emphasis. “Are you hungry? Would you like a bite to eat before we begin?” Maggie asked politely. “No thank you, I’m fine.” I answered but did not tell her that my stomach was in knots and I would likely not be able to keep anything down if I did eat. “Well then let’s get started.” Maggie said as she stood and took me by the hand, and led me through the doorway and down the hall. I followed wondering just what she had in mind. When she passed the guest room and continued to her bedroom my stomach did a little flip and I could have sworn that my heart stopped beating for a moment. I don’t know what I expected really, but Maggie’s bedroom was like no other that I had ever seen or been invited into. Standing out without a doubt was a massive queen sized four poster bed complete with a canopy. The dark rich wood of the bed was shared by the bedroom suit, a night stand on either side of the bed with small Tiffany style lamps, there was a blanket chest at the foot of the bed with an upholstered cushion atop of it. An antique Victorian makeup table with a large round mirror sat next to a walk-in closet doorway along the wall to the right of the bed. An equally antique high backed love seat sat along the wall to the left of the bed with a small ottoman in front and a small table and lamp to one side. The windows, both the one in the wall beside the loveseat and the one centered behind the head of the bed had ceiling to floor curtains and sheers. They were pulled nearly closed as we entered the room, the bedside lamps were lit and gave a soft warm intimate light to the room. Maggie closed the door behind us. Maggie led me into the room and past the bed to the loveseat. She sat down and patted the cushion next to her for me to sit as well. “Jim, let me begin by saying this. You are safe here, you will not be laughed at or berated for you lack of knowledge. I and Penny are both trying to teach you so any questions will be answered if we can. Don’t be embarrassed to ask anything. Don’t be embarrassed about your body… or ours. You need to grow past your lack of self confidence and your hesitancy to express your affections to the women, or girls, that you will encounter in your life. Of course being polite and reserved is fine for most social interactions, and both commendable and frankly expected. However, once you’ve progressed past the public and into the private, you need to be more familiar. You can’t be afraid to express your desire and affection for these ladies. A gentle but firm touch will say more than all the words you could ever speak. So for today I’m going to give you a lesson, in exploration. I am going to cover your eyes with a sleep blinder so that you cannot use your eyes to see, rather you will have to rely on your sense of touch to see, to feel. You will have to touch to explore. Again, there is no need to be embarrassed.” That said, Maggie reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a black sleep mask. She stood up and turned to face me then slipped the mask over my head, the elastic band going behind my head and the blinder sliding down over my eyes to rest on my nose. She then stooped down and kissed me lightly on the forehead before drawing me up to stand in front of her. Her hands on my shoulders, slid down my arms to my hands. “These are now your eyes. Take a look at me, with them. Tell me what you see with them. Don’t be bashful, I won’t bite.” She added softly as she squeezed my hands gently then released them. I was literally trembling both inside and out as I tried to decide what to do first. This was such a new experience, something completely outside of anything I had ever heard of let alone experienced. I raised my hands up and brought them together slowly feeling for Maggie’s head. In my mind’s eye I pictured about where she was moments before. The first contact was with my right hand on her left ear. I felt the pearl stud earring that seemed to live there forever. In another moment my other hand felt its twin on the other side of her head. I traced my fingers along the delicate folds and swirls of her ears. I let the tips of my fingers slip behind them and trace the line where ear attaches to the scalp and down the back of the pierced lobes the back of the earrings feeling so foreign after the soft skin. I trailed my fingers lightly down along her jaw line to her delicate chin. As my fingertips ventured upwards I felt the soft underside of her bottom lip and it suddenly pull tight as she smiled. “I feel… see, your earrings. I’ve seen them many times, for years even, but I never noticed how they compliment your ears. I see… you smiling. Did I say something funny?” I paused. “Not at all Jim, you’re doing just fine, continue.” Maggie said softly. I let my touch venture up a bit more and could feel her straight nose, the nostrils flared briefly as she took in the smell of my fingers. I traced the bridge of her nose up to her brow to feel the hair of her brows under my fingertips, one rose questioningly. I realized that I was expected to comment. “Your eyebrows are softer than I would have thought them to be… I saw you questioning me with this one rising up.” I said rubbing my left thumb delicately along its length from her nose to the outer tip. I drew my fingertips down hesitantly to find her eyes. The long dark lashes tickled my fingertips even as her eyes closed. In my mind I could see those coppery irises just as plainly as if my eyes and hers were both open. I curled the fingers of both hands slightly and ran the backs of my fingers across her cheeks softly with a feathery touch. When I felt them brush into her hair I turned my hands outward so that all my fingers could push through that luxurious silky raven black hair. It was pulled tight into her usual pinned bun atop her head. I felt around it and located the two long chopsticks like pins holding it in place. “May I?” I asked hesitantly. When Maggie nodded yes, I pulled them gently from her hair. I felt Maggie take them from my hands allowing me to continue my exploration. I fumbled a bit but found the way to unwind the bun and let her hair fall naturally about her head and down to her shoulders. I raked my fingers through that silky cloud feeling it pull between my fingers. Her scalp and her head felt warm and inviting. “I never realized how soft your hair is, it’s like silk.” My palms brushed over her ears again and my fingers felt the tight cords of the muscles of her neck. That delicate long neck that flowed so gracefully into her shoulders, they tensed momentarily before relaxing as my hands slid softly along the collar and shoulders of her silk robe. As each hand reached the point where her shoulders dipped down and became the tops of her arms I felt the material shift beneath m fingers and froze my advance. The material slid beneath my fingers and fell from her arms. Stunned I realized that Maggie had untied her robe and slipped it off. It now puddle around her stockinged feet, part of it resting atop my own bare feet. I realized now that I was expected to explore far more than just the superficial. My breath caught and I heard Maggie purr. “Jim, what did I say about being shy? It’s okay. I trust you.” She spoke reassuringly. With my hands resting lightly on her upper arms I began anew. Letting them flow over her skin feeling the silky texture and the warmth radiate from her. My thumbs traced the fine structure of her collar bones inward to the small hollow where her graceful neck met her chest. I hesitated there, resting my hands flat but lightly on Maggie’s skin. I could feel her heart beat beneath my touch. “Maggie…” I began but stumbled in my indecision and uncertainty. “I… I still feel as though I’m intruding…” I felt her finger touch my lips to hush me before she spoke softly. “Jim, that’s the point of this exercise, to help you get over that feeling or to at least moderate it so that it will not prevent you from experiencing the wonder and excitement of intimacy. Tenderness is something that you don’t need to learn, but a little boldness would do you well. If a woman has allowed you to get this close, you already have permission to explore. A little hesitation is not bad, but don’t be afraid to explore, the sensations you will learn are shared, for example…” Maggie’s voice took on a timbre that I had never heard before as she spoke to me in that low warm alluring voice. Her fingers lifted from my lips and she trailed the backs of her fingers lightly over them across my cheek and jaw to my neck just below my left ear. I felt chills run down my spine as goose bumps sprung up on my arms and my breath caught in my throat with a small gasp of the unexpected. “…Shared sensations are what intimacy is all about Jim… remember that as you… explore.” Maggie’s words rang loudly in my mind, I had never considered that touching was a shared experience really. In my mind it was only one sided, the person doing the touching was the sole beneficiary of the action. Now with the insight that she had so clearly demonstrated with her own touch I felt an entirely new motivation. I wanted to share the sensations, to give pleasure, that fit me to my core. I guess I’ve always been pre disposed to be a giver. With that thought in mind I began moving my hands once more. My left hand rose, the backs of my fingers lightly brushed the sensitive skin of Maggie’s throat, along her jaw and once more to her ear. I traced that pearl earring then gently tugged at it with my fingertips before releasing it and laying my hand flat, palm down against her cheek, my thumb caressing the corner of her lips. At the same time my right hand slid equally lightly down the center of Maggie’s chest that rose and fell with each breath she took. I could feel the rise of her skin and the backs of my fingers delved into the cleavage between her breasts. As my fingers passed through the cleavage and exited at the bottom of the soft swell of her breasts I let my hand curve and follow along the underside of her left breast. Turning my hand so that my palm pressed flat to her skin I feathered across the top of that breast till my fingers once again found that valley that separated one breast from the other. Sliding down I felt her nipple rub against my palm and heard as well as felt Maggie inhale with a slight gasp, her breast rising ever so slightly to press against my hand. I brought my left hand down and mirrored the movements I made with my right hand, both hands sliding lightly palms down across the small hardened nipples until they tickled my fingers. My fingers and thumbs came together to lightly pinch and roll those hardened nipples. I heard Maggie start with a gasp, then give a low sigh. Releasing the nipples I let my hands drift further down, under her breasts then outward to her sides and down to her hips. The tips of my fingers tingled from the electric sensations the fine details and nuances that the eyes could not possibly detect. The feel of goose bumps, the delicate caress of fine downy hairs that are all but invisible, the warmth radiating, the ripples caused by the pulsing of blood through veins and arteries just under the skin. At her hips I felt Maggie’s garter belt, a lacy elastic band encircling her waist. Reaching around her, my fingers tracing the lacy belt, I felt the twin small dimples in the small of her back alongside her spine. When my fingers met I crossed that garment like a speed bump and let my fingers trace her spine down, and felt them dip into the cleft of her cheeks, a cleavage as defined and sensuous as the one between her breasts. My fingers delving farther down and deeper, my palms feather light on the skin of those soft slopes… I hadn’t even realized that I had pulled Maggie into my own body until I felt her breasts and those hardened nipples pressing into my own chest. She nuzzled her chin into the side of my neck, her cheek brushing delicately across mine, Maggie exhaled in an almost whispered sigh as my hands reached the bottom of her cheeks and I grasped gently and lifted them as if testing their weight. I then pushed them together briefly before I rotated my hands again and brought my hands around her hips again to the front, my thumbs catching and pulling at the rear straps from the garter belt and releasing them to snap back into place. Once I had a hand on each hip I paused, again uncertain, hesitant, I gripped my hands gently but firmly. I rubbed my cheek against Maggie’s and softly spoke. “Maggie, I’ve never imagined such sensations, I had no idea… I am still… uncertain… guilty even. I feel like I’m taking liberties…” At that point Maggie shushed me and brought her arms up and over my shoulders to take my head in both hands. “It’s good that you are considerate, but you are not forcing yourself on me, I invited you to explore. The women in your future will do so as well, when you know you are welcomed, you need to allow yourself to enjoy it as much as they do. If you go too far, or do something they are not comfortable with they will tell you. Then you should stop, unless and until then you have a green light to continue. Remember, your touch is giving pleasure to the woman as much or even more than what you are experiencing.” Having said that, Maggie then rubbed my cheek again with her own, and then ran her hands along my neck and across my shoulders. I felt as if my skin was on fire under her touch and marveled at the thought that perhaps my touch was eliciting the same sort of sensations within her as well. Taking a deep mental breath I released my light grip from Maggie’s hips and began to explore once more. My hands slid down her hips to the outside of her thighs where they diverged in different directions. My left hand glided around to venture up again and cupped the bottom of her right ass cheek, the tips of my fingers once again delving into that crevasse between those luxurious mounds. My right hand slid across the top of her left thigh and the fingers slid between her thighs rising slowly. I could feel the moist heat radiating from that cleft that as I discovered well padded with a downy soft nest of hair. Hair that parted like silky threads as my fingers brushed lightly along the folds of her heated moist outer lips then bumped into a hard little sphere at the top just where the hair became the densest. Maggie gave an audible gasp then purred almost silently. Fascinated I paused and tried to identify what I had felt. My fingers traced back downward through that nest of silky hair to feel the hard little ball, my index finger tracing around the outside of it before my thumb came together with it to pinch lightly and wiggle the bead. It dawned on me that it was exactly the same size and had the same feel as the pearl earrings in Maggie’s ears. I don’t know how but Maggie must have sensed my understanding as she nodded into my neck and gave another little gasp as I wiggled it again slightly side to side. “Maggie…” I began, curious but still very shy. “Is that pierced into your clit?” I asked wondering how that was even possible. “N… no… it’s pierced through the skin of the hood. But it does rub against my clit and it feels wonderful when it’s touched.” She whispered into my ear revealing one of her secrets to me. My left hand slid down the back of her right thigh and my fingers brushed over the top of her stocking where it was clipped to the garter strap, soft skin transitioned into silky smoothness almost cool to the touch. I felt Maggie tremble again but it didn’t feel the same as when I first touched her nipples or even her sex, it was almost a flinch. I sensed that I had crossed some line that was unmarked and unspoken. So I stopped and brought my hand back up along her thigh to her hip, my right hand leaving that fascinating bauble as well and returning to her other hip. I could feel Maggie relax beneath my touch, then she brought her hands down along my arms to my elbows and I felt her lean back away from me a bit. The kiss to my forehead was unexpected. Maggie gently pushed my arms away from her removing my hands from her hips before she released me in silence. I heard the rustle of fabric on skin and then she spoke. “I’m afraid that’s all we have time for today Jim, darling.” Maggie lifted the sleep mask from my eyes and over my head, even the soft lighting in her bedroom seemed dazzling after being blindfolded for a while. Blinking my eyes several times I noticed that Maggie had replaced and tied her robe, but her nipples were still hardened and trying to poke their way through the thin fabric of her robe, and I could almost swear that her cheeks were slightly reddened perhaps with a blush. Those copper colored eyes boring through me in silent question, seeking out clues of my own thoughts. Then she glanced down and smiled sadly before continuing. “Perhaps if there were more time… I’m sorry to leave you in such a… state.” She actually looked away as if embarrassed. Realizing that she was referring to my erection making a tent in my silk boxer shorts that until this moment I hadn’t even been aware of, I too became embarrassed and felt my face flush a warm red. “I know you work this evening and it appears that we’ve spent a bit longer on this exercise than I had expected. If you’ll dress and ready to go I’ll meet you in the living room before you leave.” With that she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom door and she headed down the hall as I stepped into the guest room to dress. I really don’t remember getting dressed but I remember walking down the hallway and discovering Maggie sitting on the end of the couch nearest me, with Michelle again in the middle between Maggie and Penny on the far end. Penny was reclined somewhat with her legs crossed and one foot twitching idly in the air between the couch and the coffee table. Michelle was again dressed in the school girl uniform, a white button down blouse with a tie, a plaid skirt that covered her knees, white knee high socks with black and white saddle shoes. Her hands were folded in her lap and it appeared that she and Penny were in a quiet conversation prior to my entering the room. They all three of course stopped speaking and turned to face me. I nodded to Penny and Michelle in a silent acknowledgment. Penny smiled brightly and Michelle held my gaze for several heartbeats before glancing away nervously. Was that a blush? “Jim, darling, I was just telling Penny that you did very well with our exercise today, and that once again you showed that you are far more mature for your age than we had given you credit for. You are very insightful as well as what we already knew that you were thoughtful and considerate.” Maggie said with a smile then turning back to Michelle she reached out her right hand and gently stroked her hair and brushed a few strands of hair up over and behind her ear with unmistakable affection. “It seems that we have two very commendable students at present.” She added but didn’t elaborate further. Standing up, Maggie took me by the hand and walked me to the stairs and down to the front door. Out of sight of Michelle and Penny, Maggie looked intently into my eyes for a moment, searchingly, then smiled softly and leaned in and kissed me softly on my lips. Not a fevered passionate kiss, but a soft lingering sensual kiss. Smiling again as we parted she opened the door and squeezed my hand. “Perhaps, if you have time this week before Saturday, we might advance to our next exercise?” She said with one eyebrow raised. “I’ll get my work schedule for Dom’s for the coming week this evening. I’ll know more tomorrow, I should call of course?” I asked. Maggie smiled and nodded. I smiled and turned to go. Glancing back as I opened the door of my pickup I saw that Maggie was still standing inside the door watching me. She closed the door and I drove off to work. I don’t remember much else about that night, I guess it was busy enough to keep me distracted, Jules didn’t even badger me or at least I didn’t notice if she did. I spent all day Sunday on the farm with my family, there were a few repair projects that I needed to tend to and I hadn’t really spent much time with the family for the past few weeks, it was good to catch up. A few questions were asked about my tutoring sessions but nothing too intrusive so I didn’t have to really explain much of anything. Monday morning after rising early to complete my chores of feeding and tending animals, I cleaned up before breakfast, shaving and bathing. Since I was scheduled for the dinner rush Monday and Tuesday at Dom’s I thought it would be a good opportunity to get some lesson time in with my tutors. After breakfast with my mom and siblings I called the number for Maggie and Penny to see if it would be alright to come by this morning. Penny answered the call and was very happy and said she and Maggie would expect me shortly. Hanging up I kissed my mom good bye on my way out through the kitchen carrying my book bag. The drive to town took just as long as any other day but my mind was not paying attention to the travel or the time, I was lost in thought, going over everything that the ladies had given me to do and the lessons that I had so far. In their subtle ways they were changing how I thought about many things, and how I thought about myself. I found myself looking forward to each visit and each exercise. I wondered what was in store for me this morning. As I drove into town the gray threatening skies grew darker and they opened up with a heavy rain. When I drove up to the house and parked the wind was really blowing up a storm, the rain was almost flying horizontally as I ran to the front door and rang the bell. I had only been on the porch for maybe a minute when the door opened and Penny stood there wild eyed and clutching at the collar of her robe. “Oh my, come in, come in!” She said as she ushered me into the house and closed the door behind me. “Jim darling, you are soaked to the bone! Please, come and get out of those wet clothes and dry off!” Penny took my hand and led me up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom. I thought she was just going to leave me there to tend to my clothes and drying but I was a little shocked when she closed the door behind us and began tugging at my tee shirt to pull it over my head. Seeing my confusion she paused for a moment and looked at me as if I had actually asked a question. “What? I have seen you without your clothes darling, no need to be shy about this, I will behave.” She added the last with a sly if embarrassed grin, her light blue eyes twinkling with amusement even just before another flash of lightning lit up the bathroom window and was immediately followed by a crash of thunder. Penny literally jumped and her eyes took on the look of a frightened deer in the headlights. I gathered that for some reason she was frightened of storms or at least of lightning and thunder. Her hands were shaking as she reached out and began to unfasten my belt. I put my hands on hers and stilled them, looking into her eyes I told her it was okay I could get the belt, she smiled nervously and reached instead for a bath towel. I opened and slipped out of my pants after kicking off my shoes, Penny was rubbing the towel over my head and face as I hopped about trying to take off my sodden socks. My briefs still plastered to my skin, Penny paused as she ran the towel down my chest and abdomen. “Those will have to come off too I’m afraid.” She said biting her lower lip. “You still have spare shorts and clothing in the guest room. Why don’t you slip into a pair of the silk boxers and a dry tee shirt if you are chilled, in a moment of course, first we must get you dried off, turn around.” Penny rubbed and patted down my back from head to the backs of my knees. I know she took perhaps a moment or two longer rubbing the cheeks of my ass but I said nothing. “There now, that’s better. I’ll go and make us some hot tea while you slip into something dry. Meet me in the kitchen when you are ready.” With that Penny slipped out of the bathroom and left me feeling somewhat amused and more than a little excited. ‘Great’ I thought as I wrapped the damp towel around my waist covering up my growing erection to walk down the hall to the guest room. I ***********ed a pair of the silk boxers that the girls had given me and a dry tee shirt. On my way back down the hall I stopped at the bathroom and gathered my wet clothes in the damp towel and carried them with me to the kitchen. Penny was just setting down a couple of cups and saucers when I stopped at the entry. She saw the bundle of wet clothes in my hand and said that she would put them in the dryer as she took them from me and went into the laundry room off the kitchen. She told me to have a seat. Penny had just come back into the kitchen when another flash of lightning lit up the windows and doors and suddenly the lights inside the house went out. Penny yelped and looked terrified again. I stood and took her by the hand only to have her grab me and pull herself into my arms for a frightened hug. “Penny, are you okay?” I asked knowing that she was anything but. “It’s just a little lightning and thunder, you are safe indoors.” I continued reassuringly. “I know…” She stammered still clinging to me. “I’ve been frightened by it since I was a little girl. I know it’s silly but I can’t help it.” She smiled sheepishly in the dim light of the kitchen windows. The tea kettle began to whistle as the water came to a boil. Gathering herself, Penny pulled away and turned to the stove to collect the kettle and turn off the gas. She seemed to calm down as she poured the water into the cups and replaced the kettle on the stove. Removing a couple of tea bags from the box on the table she went about dipping them into the cups of water, pushing one to me as I retook my seat at the table Penny sat lightly on the edge of the chair nearest to mine and tried to collect herself. “When I was a little girl, I remember there came up a storm one summer afternoon. My mother had just called my father and I to the kitchen table for lunch. There was an electric box fan in the window blowing the cool air into the house from outside. As we sat for lunch a bolt of lightning struck the fan in the window. No one was hurt and only the fan was damaged but ever since I have been frightened by thunder and lightning.” Penny kept looking nervously at the window as she told me the story. Fortunately there were no more close strikes and the thunder seemed to be getting farther and farther away. We both sipped our tea and exchanged small talk for about half an hour. I didn’t ask but Penny told me that Maggie had had to go out for a while and would be back this afternoon. I was to be instructed by her this morning. After finishing our tea, Penny stood and collected our empty cups and saucers and set them in the sink then turning she took me by the hand and asked me to follow her. Once more down the hallway we went, this time however I was led to Penny’s own bedroom. While Maggie’s room was decorated in Victorian antiques, Penny’s room was more modern in its furnishings. Again the contrast in style reflected their different personalities, Penny always the more open and outgoing of the two. The Walls were painted a rich medium blue that closely matched her own eye color, the trim work all done in white. The carpet was white as well, as were the curtains. The big queen sized bed covered with a downy white bedspread and had a multitude of pillows of varying sizes and shapes. Twin night stands on either side of the bed had Tiffany style lamps much the same as Maggie’s, but with white shades. A padded bench that also served as a blanket chest rested at the foot of the bed, to which she led me and had me sit. The bench at the end of the bed faced a low make up table with a large mirror. Penny pulled the chair and turned it around to sit facing me. The room was dim because of the darkness caused by the storm clouds, and no electricity, but it was light enough that we could both see clearly. I sat with my hands on my thighs and Penny sat with her hands clasped in her lap and studied me thoughtfully with a warm smile in her face for a few moments. “Jim, you know of course that Maggie and I compare notes about your lessons and… exercises.” Penny began and paused before continuing. “We share information and thoughts concerning the lessons of yourself as well as other… students that we instruct. So you know I am aware of what she has done with you in previous lessons and she knows what I have done with you as well.” I must have looked uncomfortable or something as Penny paused and reached out to put one hand over mine and say. “Nothing to be embarrassed or worried about darling, it’s all confidential and no one outside this house will ever know about it. Remember, discretion.” Again she patted the back of my hand and sat back again and looked thoughtfully at me before continuing. “Maggie shared with me the exercise she did with you Saturday. From what I understand you seemed to have done pretty well with it after you began to get over your initial hesitation. Was there anything that bothered you about it? Any questions now that you’ve had time to think about it for a few days?” I sat thoughtfully for a few moments before asking. “Penny there was one thing, I don’t know if I should ask you however.” I paused. “You can ask me anything related to your lessons Jim. Maggie and I both will answer or explain anything you ask of us.” Penny said prodding me to go ahead. “Well… towards the end of the exercise, as my hands were… exploring… as my hands traveled down Maggie’s hips and onto her legs, she would tense up. I felt as though I had crossed some boundary and shouldn’t proceed any further. Was there some problem or did I do something wrong?” I asked still genuinely concerned that I had somehow done something I shouldn’t have. Penny smiled warmly and tilted her head to one side a bit before saying. “That is something that you will have to ask Maggie I’m afraid, despite what I have just told you. There are things that we must learn about those we are with and are interested in, their likes, their dislikes, and their… insecurities. We all have something that we are uncomfortable with, be it doing things, or their own bodies, or confidence?” Penny said with a raised eye brow emphasizing the last. “Nobody is immune to insecurities, only some are less apparent or noticeable than others. If you can identify those insecurities and somehow put that person at ease your bond with them will be all the stronger. Remember trust is earned.” Penny sat there a few moments looking at me, watching, waiting I think to see if I would say something or indicate what was on my mind. And yes, there were things on my mind, so many things. Where to begin? Finally the biggest thought pushed the others aside, insecurities. “Penny… I had in my mind, the understanding that Maggie and yourself were going to teach me things to help me with… well… my self confidence I guess.” I paused trying to align my scattered thoughts into a question. “Go on.” Penny softly encouraged me to continue with my train of thought. “It seems that the more I learn, the more it keeps coming back to trust and insecurities…” I took a deep breath and frowned, not sure if I really knew how to put what I was trying to say into words. “Insecurities are… fear… fear of being judged, fear of being made fun of… fear of making mistakes.” I felt that tingle run up the back of my spine from another piece of the puzzle of life falling into place. I must have had the proverbial light bulb go on over my head as Penny looked at me and smiled, she somehow knew that I had made an important connection. “Do you know why insecurities… fear… are so hard to overcome?” Penny asked turning her head ever so slightly to one side looking at me waiting for my answer. I sat there thinking about it for a moment and was just about to give up and admit that I didn’t know when again, something in the back of my mind clicked into place and I ventured. “Because they are so personal, one does not want to share them… again… trust.” Suddenly many things from my past suddenly made sense, people made more sense. I looked at Penny and smiled almost sheepishly. She returned the smile with one of her beaming dazzling smiles! “You young man will go a long way in this world, if you trust yourself, you are what some may call an “old soul”. You are wise beyond your years. I think that as you turn your observation onto yourself you will understand your own insecurities, fears better and will find that they are not as intimidating as you have let them be in the past. You will find that you are not so different from the girls that you take a liking to. All you need is a little more direction and perhaps some experience.” With this last statement Penny took on an almost predatory smile, her eyes sparkled with mischief, and perhaps some little hint of anticipation? Whatever it was it made me wonder what sort of things were running through her mind at that moment. Crossing her left arm over her ample breasts she took her right arm by the elbow. Her right hand came up to her face and her finely manicured nails danced upon her lips as she thought. Tilting her head to one side she let a slow smile form on her lips and she stood up before saying. “The last time you were with Maggie she had you do the blind touch exercise, yes?” Penny more stated than asked. “I think I know the perfect exercise to follow up that one with.” Walking to the nightstand on the right side of the bed she opened the drawer and pulled up a sleep mask similar to the one that Maggie had me wear for my last exercise. She also drew out a feather and smiled as she drew it across her lips before closing the drawer and walking back over to stand before me as I sat on the bench. “Jim, last time you were with Maggie she had you wear a blindfold to mask your eyes so that you would rely on your sense of touch. In this exercise, you will also be denied your vision but instead of you exploring someone else’s body, you will be the body being explored. I want you to sense the touch of another on your own person, to feel the sensations. I want you to tell me what you are feeling as it happens.” I sat there and absorbed what Penny had just told me and I could feel myself tensing up. The blind fold didn’t bother me so much but the thought of that feather had my skin tingling with something akin to fear as much as anticipation. I pretty much knew that this exercise would have me standing there in the buff. I think Penny confused that hesitancy for reluctance to submit to the exercise for modesty reasons. “Jim darling, I’ve seen you with nothing on, now more than once. You have nothing to be embarrassed by… and I promise, I will be gentle.” She said smiling but her eyes still held that glimmer of mischief even as she took her right hand and brushed the backs of her fingers across my cheek. “Now, darling, why don’t you stand up and take off your shirt… and your shorts.” I know I was blushing a bright red because Penny chirped a little “heh” the winked at me. I stood and peeled my tee shirt off over my head then swallowed and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down my hips till they fell and pooled around my ankles. Stepping out of them I bent and picked them up and set them with my shirt on the bench. “Now, lean over towards me a bit so I can put this mask over your eyes.” Penny spoke as she took the mask in one hand and the elastic in the other and slipped it over my crown and settled it over my eyes. “Lights out.” I said as I stood up straight and held my hands to my sides nervously. “What now?” I asked. “Now you feel, open your senses, particularly your sense of touch.” Penny purred. “Unless I tell you otherwise, you are not to reach out. The object of this exercise is to get in touch with feeling another touch you.” The next sensation I felt was one of Penny’s fingers lightly touching my lips. They brushed softly down to my chin then traced a feathery line along my right jaw to my neck and then to the bottom of my right ear. The fingers glided up the outer edge of my ear and circled back down and glided like a phantom breeze to my collarbone. I felt another hand join and mirror that touch on my left side, and then both hands slid smoothly along the tops of my shoulders then feathered their way down the outsides of my arms. When Penny’s hands reached my wrists I felt her encircle then with her fingers and she softly asked me to lift my arms. She guided my hands to the top of my head and asked me to hold them there until directed otherwise. Standing nude, and blindfolded with my hands atop my head I was at Penny’s mercy for the duration of this odd exercise, I have to admit that even though I felt incredibly vulnerable I was also more than a little turned on and I could feel my manhood awakening, engorging, growing. I can also attest to the fact that I was blushing quite red in the face even if I couldn’t see it, my face felt as if it were on fire. I remembered that I was supposed to be describing my ‘feelings’ as part of this exercise so I stammered. “Uh… Penny? Um… I feel embarrassed I guess is the right word.” “Now Jim, darling, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, so don’t even concern yourself about that. What else are you feeling?” She asked as she walked around me drawing what could only be the feather I noticed earlier lightly across the skin on my shoulder blades and then my ribs. I couldn’t help but to cringe a bit in reflex. “Well, for one I feel vulnerable, to be sure. And I feel apprehensive… I must tell you I’m terribly ticklish, I always have been.” I if it were possible I’m sure my face would have grown even a brighter shade of red at this admission. “Ticklish eh?” Penny asked with a mischievous lilt in her voice. “That’s good to know, you should share that with any woman you are intimate with. It would simply not do to have you accidentally lash out out of reflex and hit someone.” Penny purred in my ear as she ran the feather across my chest and teased my nipples. I must have stiffened at the mention of hitting someone because the feather stopped and I could feel Penny studying me closely. “Have you done that Jim? Have you accidentally hit someone because you were tickled?” Penny asked soberly. “No… Not from being tickled… But I have hit a girl, once.” I spoke in almost a whisper, in shame, my head hung down, a frown creasing my face. “It’s not something I like to think about and I’m certainly not proud of it.” I added. I felt Penny’s hand on my chin softly lifting it then holding my face in both hands she asked. “Will you tell me about this Jim?” Her silky robe brushing my deflating manhood, the sleeves of the robe whispering against the skin of my chest and neck. “It was a girl I dated not long after I started classes at the University. We hit it off pretty well and after a few dates, one thing led to another and we ended up… in bed.” I paused biting my lip and swallowing a lump in my throat. My hands were still atop my head, balling into fists from frustration more than anything else, and my inner turmoil of not wanting to tell the story. “Go on…” Penny gently prodded me to continue. “While we were… having sex… she began convulsing, at first I thought it was just… I don’t know… having an orgasm or something. I… I… thought it was pretty cool… But that’s not what it was. I realized that when her eyes rolled up in the back of her head and all the thrashing about… She was having a seizure. I didn’t know she was epileptic. Penny… she nearly died…” I choked on a gasp reliving that nightmare. “Jim, that doesn’t sound like you hit her, a seizure can be very frightening, to anyone.” Penny said in a motherly tone trying to reassure me. “That’s not all… She swallowed her tongue while she was having the seizure. Penny she was turning blue, she was choking… I had… had to do something. I remembered first aid training in boy scouts of all things, I knew I had to get her throat cleared. I had to pull her tongue out of her airway. I couldn’t open her mouth though, she had clamped down tight… So… I hit her. I hit her jaw. It loosened her jaw muscles enough I was able to reach my fingers in and hook her tongue and pull it out. I felt… awful. I just held her till the seizure passed and she got a hold of herself. I made her get dressed and I took her to the emergency room just to make sure everything was okay. I had to sit in the waiting room because we were not family. I thought for sure the police were going to come and arrest me. Instead the doctor that examined her came and talked to me. He… He told me I probably saved her life. I was not in trouble or anything but I still felt… feel… awful about it. It’s just not right. I hit her…” I trailed off too ashamed to continue speaking. I felt Penny’s hands slide from my face and wrap around the back of my neck. I was suddenly pulled down and I felt her lips collide with mine. It was a soft tender kiss, no tongue but after she withdrew I tasted salt on my lips. Penny had tears streaming down her face when she kissed me. Then out of nowhere I felt a sting of a slap on my left cheek. “Damn You Jim!” Penny spat and then I heard her inhale sharply, almost a gasp, before continuing. “Are you even real? You save a woman’s life and you feel bad that you had to strike her to do so? Really? You need to put that nonsense out of your mind NOW! This girl, she forgave you didn’t she? No, don’t answer that, I already know she did. Answer me this… would you have ever raised your hand to strike a woman for any other reason? Have you before or since?” Penny asked crossly. Still somewhat stunned by the slap and then by her stinging words I took a moment to answer before saying. “No Penny. I’ve never hit a girl before or since. I couldn’t…” Then I felt her grab my head and her lips pressing mine once more but this time with a passion that Penny had never shown before. Her tongue was giving me a whole different kind of lashing than just moments before. I could still taste the salt on her lips. I could also feel Penny’s barely covered breasts mashing against and grinding into my chest. I also could feel something growing between us that also caught Penny’s attention as well. Pulling apart to catch our breath Penny released my head from her hands and she cleared her throat trying to regain control over herself. “My word… You are one… complicated young man. I don’t believe I’ve ever met anyone quite like you Jim. What am I going to do with you? There are… things… I’d like to do for you, but you are still being taught and this is an exercise. Whew!” Penny paused gathering her thoughts. “Yes, this is a very good exercise for you. You’ve demonstrated, repeatedly, that you are a very sensitive and thoughtful young man. However, you seem to have a great deal of problem or reluctance to open up and share yourself with those you… interact with. Don’t you think that the women you are interested in might be interested in you as well? You need to let them know how you feel, what you’re thinking. You’d be surprised how much that means to them. Remember what we said about trust? Talk to me Jim.” Penny said sternly as I felt her hands palms flat against my chest, her fingers digging into my skin before relenting and sliding down to cover my nipples. She began moving her hands in small circular motions rubbing her palms over my hardening nipples. I gasped and tried to speak. “Penny. That feels, wonderful. There’s an electric sensation running to my head, and to my… balls.” I half moaned, and then her hands were removed. I felt a tickling sensation on the inside of my right leg by the knee as she slowly teased the soft feather along the skin going higher and higher. She stopped just shy of my ball sack, causing me to moan again from anticipation. “Oh my god…” I stuttered. I could feel the material of Penny’s robe brush against my hip as she walked behind me, and then her warm hands on either side of my body just below my armpits. She gripped my flesh with her strong delicate fingers for a moment then relaxed and let them slide slowly down my flanks to my hips where again she took a strong grip with either hand. “What do you feel?” Penny snapped, her voice near my right ear, I could feel her hair on my shoulder and my neck. “I feel anxious… but I like it.” I spoke as my heart began to race. “The question ‘what do you feel?’ has two meanings Jim. You’re telling me how it feels on your skin and body and how it makes you feel, but not what you are feeling. What are you sensing in the touch you are feeling?” Penny asked in a voice that was both demanding and expectant… as if she were leading me to the right answer. “I… um… I feel warmth… and… softness…” I began. Suddenly I felt Penny remove one of her hands from my hip and then a stinging slap across the right cheek of my ass. “You’re still talking about what you feel… What are you sensing?” She hissed in my ear. “Penny… I…” I began but then she removed both hands from my hips and a new sensation flooded my consciousness. Penny’s hands were on my ass, one hand on each cheek, squeezing gently but firmly as she sighed in my ear. “Oh… I feel… desire, perhaps a little anticipation, maybe some curiosity as well.” I spoke finally understanding what Penny wanted me to express. With that said Penny kissed my neck below my ear and withdrew her touch. I sensed she walked back around to be in front of me. After a moment or two I felt Penny place one hand on each of my knees, palms down her fingers pointing towards my feet. She began slowly raking the tips of her fingernails lightly up my thighs. Oh my god! I shuddered in anticipation of my own, her fingers and hands drawing ever closer to my erection which literally jumped a time or two of its own accord. Much to my disappointment however she didn’t touch it, her fingernails grazed along either side of my groin and on up to my abdomen before once more pulling away from my skin. I stammered. “I feel… sense… curiosity? But with… restraint?” I could feel Penny step in closer to me and she wrapped her arms around my waist and again gripped a cheek of my ass in each hand, her fingers barely touching in the crevice between my cheeks before she squeezed and pulled them apart. Then her lips were on my collar bone to the right of my neck, kissing softly. She made a series of kisses across to the center of my chest and then began trailing them downwards stopping briefly to deviate from side to side and kiss my nipples each in turn before resuming her path ever downwards. My stomach muscles were doing flips, my mouth set in a ridiculous “O” as I gasped at the pleasure overwhelming me at the unexpected touch of her warm soft lips. I could feel Penny’s hands releasing my ass and sliding around my hips as those warm soft lips descended ever further down past my belly button. Then they pulled away with a brush of the silky robe, perhaps the collar, against the head of my now throbbing erection. Again the tantalizing scrape of her finely manicured nails traced a path from my hips towards my groin and my aching cock. This time however she didn’t pull away, Penny’s hands came together and surrounded my erection starting at the base and sliding slowly up towards and then surrounding the softer helmeted head where she paused as if waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for me to say something? Oh my god! My mind was mush at this point, my breath was ragged and my pulse was pounding to the pace of my racing heart. “Oh god Penny… That feels so… So good!” I stammered between gasps. “And… ?” She asked teasingly, as she squeezed a little more firmly on my cock head. “I… uh… I feel… hesitancy… maybe a little uncertainty.” I stuttered. “It also feels a little like… teasing.” I added suspecting that this was maybe the biggest part of what I was sensing. “Yes Jim. Yes to all three, I’m sorry but I had to do this. It may seem cruel in a way but I think you will understand now the point that I’m trying to teach you with this exercise. You already have demonstrated that you know the three foundations for any relationship. Honesty, respect… and?” Penny spoke in that soft voice that demanded attention and a response, all the while both of her hands were still holding my erection softly in her grasp. My mind was a blur of thoughts and sensations but from somewhere deep down amidst the swirling emotions and confusion the answer emerged. “Trust.” I spoke the single word but there was more to it that just that one word. “Trust and permission.” The epiphany flared into my mind’s eye like a neon sign. Trust is expressed by one giving someone else permission. Permission to touch, permission to share, permission to express affection and desire. If trust is a foundation then permission is a key. It’s a gift given to someone you trust, someone that accepts you for who you are, faults, fears and insecurities alike. “So you do understand. Now you know why you felt my hesitancy and uncertainty don’t you?” Penny stated more than asked. “I would need your permission or I would be disrespecting you, I would be taking advantage of you.” She nearly purred in her warm soft sultry voice that sent chills down my spine, chills of delight. “Penny, I trust you… and… you have permission to do anything you like.” I managed to get out without a moan. Penny remained silent but she leaned in and kissed my neck and collar bone as her hand squeezed again softly and began sliding up and down my erection slowly. I thought my knees were going to buckle and I would collapse but they remained steady. The pace of Penny’s hands did not however, they sped up, and then they slowed down. Eventually she let one hand drift down to the base of my cock and she took my balls into her grip and gently squeezed them and stretched my sack while the other hand kept stroking, faster, and then slower, and faster again. My breathing was getting faster and faster as well, along with my racing heart. To say that time stood still would be misleading, but in fact I lost all track of time or at least it lost all meaning to me at that moment. Honestly I have no idea how long Penny worked on my erection but I do know that the inevitable climax was mind blowing. I lost the faculty of speech just before I felt my load begin to erupt. Penny just kept right on stroking and fondling as I pumped shot after shot of cum out to who knows where. I know some of it stayed in at least one of Penny’s hands as suddenly it was lubricated and was sliding more easily along the skin of my throbbing manhood. Eventually it did wind down and stop, as did Penny’s stroking and fondling. As her hands released my cock and balls Penny again kissed my neck and then my lips. The kiss was a slow velvety soft sensual kiss, her tongue just brushing the outside of my lips before withdrawing. “My my my, Jim darling, you seem to have been backed up a bit, so much… enthusiasm. Thank you darling, I rather enjoyed that, I hope you did as well.” Penny purred as I heard her step over to her vanity table and pull some tissues out of the box. “I should be the one thanking you!” I stammered, my knees really were about to give out and my arms felt like lead where I still had them raised and my hands on my head. I felt Penny’s hands with tissues wiping up some stray cum from my cock and then from somewhere else not attached to me. “Penny I need to sit down.” I managed to get out between panting. “Oh I’m so sorry Jim, of course, and put your hands down as well. I guess I got caught up in the moment, how inconsiderate of me.” She giggled a bit as she reached out and removed the blindfold from my eyes. The room seemed to be brightly lit to my long covered eyes, I blinked a few times before my eyes could adjust. That’s when the tingling sensation began in the backs of my legs, somewhere around my knees. Tingling, almost an itch really, an electric charge crawling up my legs to my spine, then like lightning, flashing to my brain and to my now semi flaccid cock. The light suddenly narrowed to a pinpoint like tunnel vision just before I saw fireworks. My entire body went rigid and stiffened just before all hell broke loose and every muscle in my body spasmed. Again I lost track of time. The next thing I knew Penny was holding my face to her chest, cradling my head in her arms as she stroked my head with one hand. “Jim? Darling? Are you okay?” Penny kept asking until I was able to answer her. She stepped back a bit still holding my head in her hands. “Are you epileptic by any chance?” She asked “No, not that I know of anyway.” I answered sheepishly, embarrassed yet again by my body’s freaky actions. “I’m sorry, I should have warned you. I tend to forget about this thing until it’s too late.” “What exactly did I just witness?” Penny asked still not sure whether to be concerned or not. “For some reason, whenever I climax after having sex I have this… this… ‘aftershock’. That’s the best way I can describe it. It’s like an echo of the orgasm. I’ve even passed out sometimes, it doesn’t hurt or anything.” “That is unusual to say the least. Still though, you might want to talk to your doctor about that.” Penny suggested as she studied my eyes intently. “I have, my doc said that he couldn’t find anything wrong with me that might cause that and since it didn’t hurt it was probably nothing to worry about.” I said with a shrug. “But I really should warm anyone I’m with that it will probably happen.” I admitted. “And this happens every time you climax?” Penny asked still sounding skeptical. “No, it only happens when I have sex with someone else, it never does that when I just… uh… masturbate.” I said blushing bright red I’m sure. “Then I would say you are right, you really should try to warn anyone you have sex with that it might happen. It is a little… startling to say the least.” Penny said finally and stood up. “Jim darling, why don’t you get dressed and then, well, get dressed. I think we are finished for the day, meet me in the kitchen after you have dressed. And darling… Thank You.” She said as she smiled sweetly before leading me out the bedroom door into the hallway. As I walked in my post orgasmic fog to the guest room to change I kept hearing the last two words Penny spoke in my mind. “Thank you.” She had said, why did she say thank you I wondered. I dressed in some of my spare clothes then headed to the kitchen and to Penny. As I entered the kitchen Penny was stepping out of the laundry room carrying my now dry clothes already folded neatly and stacked in a bundle. “Here you go Jim, all dry and nice and warm.” Penny said as she handed me my clothes. “Penny, I’m confused. Why did you say thank you earlier?” I asked still trying to understand why she had said those two words. If anything I should have been the one to say thank you to her. “Why Jim darling, I would have thought you of all people would have understood. Do you not say thank you when someone does something nice for you or gives you something?” Penny asked as she cocked her head to one side and raised one eyebrow questioningly. “But I didn’t give you anything or do anything nice for you… did I?” I asked wondering just what I had missed, again rethinking all that had transpired during our exercise today. “Ah but you did Jim, think. What have you done today, since you’ve been here in my home?” Penny looked at me intently and her head tilted to the other side waiting on me to make the connection. I felt my own brows knitting and my head tilting to one side as I once again went through the events of the day, ticking them off in my head. It was a low rumble of distant thunder that triggered the memory of Penny being scared by the lightning and thunder earlier. Perhaps it was my comforting her then, but now, it had to be more than that. “What was the object of today’s exercise?” Penny prompted me with the question. I smiled and bowed my head as the pieces fell into place, again. “Trust… and permission.” I offered up knowing that those two words encompassed more than just what they defined by themselves. “Exactly!” Penny beamed with a twinkle in her eyes. “You did do something nice for me, you comforted and calmed me when I was frightened by the storm. And, you gave me your trust. You trusted me with not one but two of your… insecurities or fears. You told me that you were ticklish. I know that doesn’t sound like much but think about it, it was a bit of personal information… do you tell everyone that you are ticklish? You also told me about the one time you hit a girl. I know that you were and still are embarrassed and troubled by that even though you really shouldn’t be, but you shared that with me. And lastly, you allowed me to pleasure you and thereby pleasure myself by doing so by giving me permission to do so. That is no small thing darling. So for those reasons, for those gifts you gave to me, I thanked you. If things had been reversed, don’t you think that you would have thanked me as well?” Penny bowed her head a bit, still smiling but one lone eyebrow rose again in question. I thought about what she had just said and tried to put myself in her position. I had to agree with her reasoning. I would have indeed been thankful. That fundamental way of thinking sank in and became part of who I was. Forever more would I consider any kindness expressed to me and favors given to me as gifts, things to be thankful for and I should do just that, give thanks. “In that case, Miss Penny, Thank you…” I smiled and continued. “You’ve opened my eyes.” “Oh I did nothing of the sort, I may have given you a nudge but you were already coming to the realization and understanding.” Penny spoke and was actually blushing a bit as she walked me down the stairs and to the front door. “I hope I did give you some food for thought however, I must say that you young man have proven to be a delight to teach. I can see why Maggie was so adamant about working with you.” Penny smiled then bit her lip as she realized that perhaps she had spoken too much and looked anywhere but in my eyes. What was it she had just said? That Maggie was ‘adamant’ about working with me? “Have a good evening Jim. We will see you again tomorrow?” Penny asked as I was stepping out the door. The storm had long passed by now and it was no longer raining. I paused for a moment on the front porch, smiling at Penny and nodding yes. “Tomorrow then…” I said and then turned to go. That whole evening was a blur really, I kept thinking back to that morning spent with Penny. Remembering how each sensation and each touch made me feel. The wonder of her hands upon my body and especially wrapped around my cock. I had been touch by other women, girls really, before but nothing even came close to comparing with how Penny felt. Then again, every girl before her had been in a rush or simply too inexperienced perhaps. I must have been in a fog most of the night and it did not escape the notice of the rest of the crew at Dom’s, particularly Jules. “Hey buddy… you’re awfully quiet tonight. What’s up?” Jules asked as we were both loading up to make deliveries, putting pizzas in hot bags and checking addresses. “Nothing, just had a lot to think about lately.” I said with a shrug knowing full well that that was not going satisfy her curiosity. That might have been enough for most people but not for Jules. Later after the dinner rush had come and gone and everyone but the closing crew were checked out and sent home, Jules caught me in the parking lot before I could leave. I knew I was in for an interrogation so I just leaned up against the side of my pick-up and settled in for the duration. “Okay Jimbo, spill it.” Jules said taking up a similar lean against her own car facing me, crossing her arms and giving me that look with one eyebrow raised and her lips pursed. “I know you well enough to see that something’s up. What’s got you in such a funk?” She prodded. “Jules! I’m not upset. I’ve just been thinking a lot lately.” I said with just a bit too much exasperation. She responded with just a couple of slow blinks of her eyes and remained attentive, waiting. “Fine…” I said with a deep breath and exhale. “I’ve just been… learning… about myself and how people think.” I admitted. Jules simply looked me in the eye and smiled knowingly before saying. “Hmmmm… sounds like you have been getting some good lessons. I hope you’re paying attention to the teachers. Those two ladies know their shit. You know, you’re not the first… person… to get taught by those two.” She added with a wink as she pulled herself away from her car to get ready to go. “Oh?” I let slip before my brain got into gear. “Just how many are we talking about?” I asked. Suddenly putting some puzzle pieces together, I knew for a fact that Michelle was a “student”, was perhaps Jules a former student as well? “Now Jim, remember… discretion.” Jules teased knowing full well that I would get the message without her having to spell it out. Oh my god! She had been one of Maggie and Penny’s students. I was starting to understand that perhaps my meeting those two ladies had not been entirely by happenstance. I sensed a set up had taken place. I’d been played! Oddly, I was not upset about it at all, in fact, just the opposite I was touched. Jules had thought highly enough of me to steer me in their direction. The fact that Michelle was also in the mix was purely coincidental however. I guess fate did play some small part in that. I felt my heart skip a beat and had a lump suddenly form in my throat at the thought of my being ‘set up’ to meet those two ladies, by Jules. Before Jules could turn around and open her car door, I reached out and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a bear hug. This startled Jules to the point of freezing up in a near panic. Her head pulled back to look me in the face with a questioning look. “Jules… One thing I learned, today actually, is that I need to say thank you when someone does something kind or nice for me, so… Thank you.” I smiled and released her as she stood there with a stunned expression on her face. I turned and got into my truck and said out the window that I’d see her tomorrow as I drove off. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face all the way home that evening. -To be continued-

“I'm not sure that you're going to have time to get dry before we get to the service station.” "Yea and as soon as I get out of the car I will be wet again anyway, and not in a good way." The young woman pulled her shirt up over her head and wrung it out the window, laid it over the dash, then wriggled out of her jeans. "You know, I think this is a torrential downpour." "I think you just may be right. It might not be safe to keep driving in this rain. I live just a few miles away. We could go there and wait the storm out." Gabriel couldn’t help glancing at her from the corner of his eye. She was very attractive. He was glad that he had stopped to pick her up, especially since it seemed that he was the only other car on the highway. Besides, she could have ended up with some pervert that would take advantage of her and… He suddenly jerked the wheel hard to the right. "Sorry about that,” he stammered. “I don't usually drift like that." She laughed. "No problem. It happens to me a lot when I am not paying attention.” She smirked, keeping her eyes forward, staring out the front windshield. “You know, I could just make a call from your place and get a tow truck." Gabriel nodded, noticing she was sitting in nothing but a black bra and panties with thigh highs and a dog collar. He realized he was staring again and turned back to the road in front of him, the tips of his ears turning pink. There was something about this girl that he just couldn’t put his finger on and it wasn’t that she was pretty. He startled, realizing he had left a long pause in their conversation. "It’s the damndest thing.” He thought quickly of some reason to keep her with him. “My phone went out for some reason today. That's why I was heading to town in the first place. You could probably use my neighbor's phone.” He paused again, knowing full well what his next action would be. He feigned shock. “No, wait, he's gone on vacation. Looks like you're going to have to wait it out at my place." He took this opportunity to get a good look at the girl sitting beside him. His eyes lingered from her dark hair to a thin black collar around her neck. "If you don't mind my asking, why are you wearing a dog collar?" "It’s just a collar. I like the way they look." She laughed softly. "Like the black clothes and lipstick wasn't enough?" She turned her attention out the window and watched the rain pelt against the window, commenting offhandedly. "I love the rain, especially when it’s a warm rain." "Me too. I love to go out and play in it, like a little kid." Gabriel shyly glanced over at her. "I know this place. No one ever goes there except for me. It's perfect if you just want to go and play in the rain.” He had never had a chance like this before in his life. She was beautiful and Gabriel had a fetish for Goth girls. Granted he was just some guy in a car that she had never even met before. She could be thinking that he was some kind of predator. He choked down indecision and the lump in his throat, forcing the next word. “Interested?" She flashed a big grin, turning toward him. "Yea! Let's go!" "I though you'd say that." He hadn’t been sure at all, but he was all too glad she had agreed. He had no idea who this girl was and yet he didn’t want to be free from her. It was as if she needed him somehow. He took a left turn down an old country road. "It's not far. We'll be there soon.” His voice sounded too casual. Hopefully his nerves didn’t betray him. He sought something to say to her to bring the conversation back up and his thoughts to something more platonic. “If you don't mind my asking, where were you going when your car broke down?" “This is kind of ironic, but, actually, for a drive in the rain. To get away. To think...." She looked forlornly out the window again, the bright smile gone from her face. Gabriel’s heart gave a lurch. She seemed so sad. Gabriel turned right down a service road. "I do that too sometimes. It’s probably not the best way to spend my money. Gas is really expensive." He slowed his car to a stop just off of the service road and parked close enough to the trees that his car wouldn’t easily be spotted by any passers by. Gabriel stepped out of the car and opened her door. She smiled up at him as he offered her his hand and stood in her lack of clothing. Their eyes made contact for just a few moments, but it was all that was needed. Gabriel dropped his eyes quickly, hoping she hadn’t seen the faint stain of pink across his cheeks. He watched her without watching as she turned her face to the sky and began spinning in circles until she fell down. Gabriel ran over to her laughing. "Are you okay?" He offered her his hand. She smiled up at him. "Yea, just fine." She took his hand and stood, letting the rain wash the dirt and grass from her body. "You know, you would be a little better off without those clothes." She yanked at his shirt and actually succeeding in getting it off of him, then ran full tilt across the field. Gabriel gave in and chased after her. "Hey, come back with my shirt! It's my favorite!" He easily caught her and they both fell on ground, the girl pinned under him. He looked down at her. "Look at what you've done. You've gotten my favorite shirt dirty. What am I to do with you?" His voice was soft and warm. He kissed her gently. She looked shocked for a moment. Gabriel paused, afraid he had read her wrong. He thought she was playing. "Hopefully nothing too terrible, you know? I have to be somewhere tomorrow." She ran her fingers through Gabriel’s wet hair and tentatively kissed him back. He returned her soft kiss and relaxed. She at least wasn’t going to call rape. "I'm sure we can come up with something suitable. And I promise that you'll get wherever you need to go tomorrow just as soon as we eat breakfast." He rolled into grass beside her. "I wonder what I did to be lucky enough to meet you?" He asked, pushing a stray strand of wet hair from her face. She rolled over to face him. "Was it luck or a curse?" Her hair hung in wet little strands and dripped from the rain falling over them. He leaned in to kiss her again, pulling her against him possessively. He could tell she was smiling even as he kissed her. As they released the kiss, she climbed onto his lap and straddled him. "I'd say I'm lucky. Or about to be." He tentatively reached for her bra clasp. She leaned closer and threw her hair over her shoulders, pressing kisses along the side of his neck and down his collarbone. He nibbled on her ear as he struggled with the bra clasp. "Damn it." Why exactly were these stupid clasps so damned difficult to unhook? He tore the bra strap in frustration. "That was my favorite bra." She pouted as she shrugged it off. The pout was both cute and dangerously dark at the same time. He had been hard from the time she took his hand to step out of the car, but that look was like a drug. His erection pressed against his jeans. She wrapped her arms around Gabriel, pressing her breasts against his rain soaked chest. “Sorry about the bra.” He murmured, kissing his way down her neck. His thick lips felt warm against her chilled flesh. "It was too small anyway." She leaned her head back and ran her hands across his wet flesh. He kissed to the valley between her breasts. "It seems a shame to hide such treasures away." He traced a circle around her breast to her nipple and began suckling gently. She moaned softly, digging her nails into the flesh of his shoulders where her hands rested. "Mmmm... I don't even know your name." She pulled his head closer, running the fingers of one hand through his hair, the other still clutching his flesh. "Maybe it's best that way." He traded his attention to her other breast and slowly worked his hands up her legs. He rolled her gently onto her back in the grass, looking over her adoring for a moment before covering her with his body. She shifted under him a little, whispering something unintelligible under her breath. "Hmm...what was that?" He slid one hand between her legs and began rubbing her through the fabric of her panties. "Hmm? Oh, nothing." She tried to sound offhanded, but her voice betrayed her. She lifted her hips and bit her lower lip. "If you say so." This wasn’t the time to press the issue. He kissed his way lower down her belly, making sure to press a kiss directly on her belly button, licking it very gently with the tip of his tongue, and then trailed to where her panties met her belly. She moaned again and arched her back. Gabriel ran two fingers under the waistband, and then slid her panties down her legs slowly. His fingers brushed gently against her skin. She made a small noise that made Gabriel smile. He pulled her panties off and dropped them off to the side. "I'm glad you like this." He kissed her pouty outer lips and slowly ran his tongue up and down her soft folds. She cringed out of pleasure and whimpered. The rain was still pouring and the ground was soft under Gabriel’s knees. He rose and gathered her into his arms. "Maybe we should go elsewhere to finish?" No words passed her lips. She slipped out of his arms, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looked up at him like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She touched the button of his jeans, running her finger around the gold lettering before she unbuttoned them. Her gaze focused on his pants as she unzipped them and slid her hand inside to fondle him gently. He moaned softly, his voice deep with desire. "I thought that the mud might bother you, guess I was wrong." He pulled her closer and kissed her. She deepened the kiss and as it broke, she slid her tongue across his lip, sucking his full lower one into her mouth. She suckled it gently, looking up into his eyes with the same deceptive innocent look, then let it slide slowly from her mouth as she dropped to her knees before him. She tugged on the wet fabric, loosening it from his skin. She slipped his cock from his pants and took him into her mouth. He moaned deep in his throat and plunged his hands into her hair. "Praise the gods that brought you to me." He moaned again, more guttural than before. She looked up at him with a soft and sly smile, his cock still in her mouth, still keeping a slow slide in and out of her mouth. She slid her hand up to rub the little spot right behind his balls. "Not too much of that. I don't want to finish like that." He dropped to his knees in front of her, pressing gently on her shoulders until she was sitting just in front of his erection. She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "You're so beautiful." He admired her rain wet flesh and placed his hands on the back of her head to pull her toward him, beginning a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. Gabriel felt a subtle shift deep inside, as if the last piece of a puzzle had slid into place. He broke the kiss suddenly. "You are my moon goddess." His voice was deep, profound and full of an unadulterated worship. He gently kissed her again, slowly deepening to something more primal than before. She muttered against his lips. "Goddess?" Her voice was hoarse as she returned to the kiss, pulling Gabriel closer, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Her hand slipped between them and she rubbed her clit with her middle finger. Her hand brushed against his cock with each circle she made on her clit. He leaned against her, pressing her onto her back, his hard cock pressing against her hand where she still rubbed her clit. "Yes, my goddess. And I have come to worship." Gabriel wasted no time. He wanted to feel how hot and wet she was. He wanted to probed between her inner lips with his tongue. "Bountiful is the goddess indeed. I hope that she will accept such offerings as I can give." His tongue was warm against the slick, rain wet flesh of her pussy. He loved her taste and her smell as it mixed with the rain and the smell of the earth. She was perfection. He wanted her so badly, but he didn’t just want to fuck her. He wanted to love her, to feel every part of her warm wet pussy as his cock slid in and out. He wanted to feel the tight constriction of her orgasm. He wanted each stroke to last and he was enjoying his self inflicted torture as he used his tongue as he wanted to use his dick. He pushed his tongue as deep inside of her as he could, swirling it, licking her depths with a hunger that grew inside of him. The desire gnawed in his belly, twisting, making him harder than he had ever been. He pulled back and looked down on her, the rain finally beginning to slow. The clouds broke, letting just enough light from the full moon through, causing the rain on her flesh to glisten and make her appear truly otherworldly. "Never have I seen such beauty, even the moon in her infinite glory pales by comparison." He kissed her tenderly. “That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." Her voice was soft and loving. She pressed kisses on his eyes, forehead, the tip of his nose, and then his lips. "That my paltry words should be the sweetest to fall upon thine ears is a sign that all men are blind fools. For those with eyes to see your beauty shall follow you until the ends of their days singing your praises to the heavens." He nuzzled her neck and gently probed her soft folds with his hardness. She slid against him, pressing against him, welcoming him inside. He slowly slid inside, enjoying the feel of her silken softness. He murmured into her neck. "My beloved." As badly as he wanted her he kept his movements slow, soft, and deep. He wanted to make love to her for as long as he could, enjoying her pussy, the wetness of her flesh, and the press of her breasts against his chest and he slid in and out. Each movement fanned the fire of want in his belly and he loved every minute, denying himself orgasm so he could experience her. She whimpered softly against him, nuzzling his neck softly, wrapping her arms and legs around him, pulling her wet, tangled hair from her face. He looked deep into her eyes and felt the surge beginning deep inside. She inhaled sharply and rocked against him, thrusting her hips upward and buried her head against his chest. He could feel her pussy tighten around his cock. She was close. So close. He loved the way she dug her nails into his shoulders, the way she moved against him, the way she closed her eyes and turned her face to the sky. He thrust more urgently into her, the surge becoming more intense. He wouldn’t cum before she did. She whimpered and moaned, digging her nails into his back. He arched back and thrust powerfully into her, the surge nearly peaking. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, whimpering, softly urging him on. He slowed, gauging her readiness. "Damn it, don't stop...." she whispered against his neck, sliding against him, rocking with his motion. "I never plan on stopping." He began again, feeling the surge cresting more slowly this time. She pulled her hips closer to his body, feeling her own orgasm coming now. She wrapped her legs tightly against him and used the leverage to press her pussy tight against him, taking his entire length as deep as he could go. She whimpered, "Just don't stop." Gabriel said nothing in reply only thrust more insistently. The clouds were gone leaving only the moon and the rising sun as witness. Her body tensed as she started to orgasm. She dug her nails into his back, clutching him close to her, shivering, breathing heavily, whimpering, moaning. He could feel the clutch and release of her pussy as she came, and he bit hard into his lip. He wanted her to finish before he came. She shivered against him, making quiet noises, completely lost in the electricity as she came. He thrust into her, keeping a steady pace and loving the feel of her. He moaned deeply, spurting his seed as his own orgasm overcame him. She shuddered and panted, gripping his shoulders, loosening her death-grip on him, relaxing slowly and nuzzling against him again. He melted into her and took her into his arms. He kissed her and pulled back to gaze into her eyes, looking down at her, looking as though he was about to speak but said nothing. She blinked slowly and pulled him close to her, pressing soft kisses across all of his body she could reach and gave a contented sigh. "What?" "I don't even know your name. And I just met you tonight, but...." "I want to know what name you want to know." "Um, maybe we should get dressed before some farmer comes along and sees us." "Well, mine are in the car." She smiled a sheepish grin. "So, um, what about that breakfast you promised me?" He stood and helped her to her feet. "Let's get dressed first. Then maybe we should go clean up at my place before breakfast. And I'll even give you a choice. We can go out or I can cook for you." "I love home made breakfasts." She blushed bright pink from head to foot. "Maybe we should eat first then shower." "Yea. I'd like that." He took her hand into his and walked back to the car. "Me too. But what about your appointment? You said you had to be somewhere today?" "Oh, yea.” Her expression was vacant for a moment. “You know, for some reason it isn't important anymore." She grinned as she leaped into his arms. He caught her effortlessly and brought her close to kiss her. She relaxed into his arms as he carried her to the car, opened the door and placed her on the seat. Before closing the door, she dazzled him with a passionate kiss. She pulled on her shirt as he walked around to the driver’s side. As soon as he was in the car, she jumped on him to tickle him. "Ambush!" He tickled her back. She giggled and squirmed trying to avoid his tickles as she fought to get into her wet clothes. Gabriel tried to fumble keys out of his pants pocket while fending off her kisses. She giggled, fondling him as unobtrusively as possible. “You like it and you know it.” “So what if I do?” “You’ll get more of the same.” "I'm counting on it. Otherwise I just might be tempted to drop you off back at your car." He finally retrieved his keys and started the car. Her face fell. She was suddenly serious. “Why would you say that?” Gabriel turned and looked into her eyes. "Forget your past.” He kissed her until the sad smile was replaced. “The future is ours, and we'll make it bright enough to light up all the shadows that follow behind and try to drag us to ruin." He put the car into gear and headed back toward the highway. ~*~*~*~

“I'm not sure that you're going to have time to get dry before we get to the service station.” "Yea and as soon as I get out of the car I will be wet again anyway, and not in a good way." The young woman pulled her shirt up over her head and wrung it out the window, laid it over the dash, then wriggled out of her jeans. "You know, I think this is a torrential downpour." "I think you just may be right. It might not be safe to keep driving in this rain. I live just a few miles away. We could go there and wait the storm out." Gabriel couldn’t help glancing at her from the corner of his eye. She was very attractive. He was glad that he had stopped to pick her up, especially since it seemed that he was the only other car on the highway. Besides, she could have ended up with some pervert that would take advantage of her and… He suddenly jerked the wheel hard to the right. "Sorry about that,” he stammered. “I don't usually drift like that." She laughed. "No problem. It happens to me a lot when I am not paying attention.” She smirked, keeping her eyes forward, staring out the front windshield. “You know, I could just make a call from your place and get a tow truck." Gabriel nodded, noticing she was sitting in nothing but a black bra and panties with thigh highs and a dog collar. He realized he was staring again and turned back to the road in front of him, the tips of his ears turning pink. There was something about this girl that he just couldn’t put his finger on and it wasn’t that she was pretty. He startled, realizing he had left a long pause in their conversation. "It’s the damndest thing.” He thought quickly of some reason to keep her with him. “My phone went out for some reason today. That's why I was heading to town in the first place. You could probably use my neighbor's phone.” He paused again, knowing full well what his next action would be. He feigned shock. “No, wait, he's gone on vacation. Looks like you're going to have to wait it out at my place." He took this opportunity to get a good look at the girl sitting beside him. His eyes lingered from her dark hair to a thin black collar around her neck. "If you don't mind my asking, why are you wearing a dog collar?" "It’s just a collar. I like the way they look." She laughed softly. "Like the black clothes and lipstick wasn't enough?" She turned her attention out the window and watched the rain pelt against the window, commenting offhandedly. "I love the rain, especially when it’s a warm rain." "Me too. I love to go out and play in it, like a little kid." Gabriel shyly glanced over at her. "I know this place. No one ever goes there except for me. It's perfect if you just want to go and play in the rain.” He had never had a chance like this before in his life. She was beautiful and Gabriel had a fetish for Goth girls. Granted he was just some guy in a car that she had never even met before. She could be thinking that he was some kind of predator. He choked down indecision and the lump in his throat, forcing the next word. “Interested?" She flashed a big grin, turning toward him. "Yea! Let's go!" "I though you'd say that." He hadn’t been sure at all, but he was all too glad she had agreed. He had no idea who this girl was and yet he didn’t want to be free from her. It was as if she needed him somehow. He took a left turn down an old country road. "It's not far. We'll be there soon.” His voice sounded too casual. Hopefully his nerves didn’t betray him. He sought something to say to her to bring the conversation back up and his thoughts to something more platonic. “If you don't mind my asking, where were you going when your car broke down?" “This is kind of ironic, but, actually, for a drive in the rain. To get away. To think...." She looked forlornly out the window again, the bright smile gone from her face. Gabriel’s heart gave a lurch. She seemed so sad. Gabriel turned right down a service road. "I do that too sometimes. It’s probably not the best way to spend my money. Gas is really expensive." He slowed his car to a stop just off of the service road and parked close enough to the trees that his car wouldn’t easily be spotted by any passers by. Gabriel stepped out of the car and opened her door. She smiled up at him as he offered her his hand and stood in her lack of clothing. Their eyes made contact for just a few moments, but it was all that was needed. Gabriel dropped his eyes quickly, hoping she hadn’t seen the faint stain of pink across his cheeks. He watched her without watching as she turned her face to the sky and began spinning in circles until she fell down. Gabriel ran over to her laughing. "Are you okay?" He offered her his hand. She smiled up at him. "Yea, just fine." She took his hand and stood, letting the rain wash the dirt and grass from her body. "You know, you would be a little better off without those clothes." She yanked at his shirt and actually succeeding in getting it off of him, then ran full tilt across the field. Gabriel gave in and chased after her. "Hey, come back with my shirt! It's my favorite!" He easily caught her and they both fell on ground, the girl pinned under him. He looked down at her. "Look at what you've done. You've gotten my favorite shirt dirty. What am I to do with you?" His voice was soft and warm. He kissed her gently. She looked shocked for a moment. Gabriel paused, afraid he had read her wrong. He thought she was playing. "Hopefully nothing too terrible, you know? I have to be somewhere tomorrow." She ran her fingers through Gabriel’s wet hair and tentatively kissed him back. He returned her soft kiss and relaxed. She at least wasn’t going to call rape. "I'm sure we can come up with something suitable. And I promise that you'll get wherever you need to go tomorrow just as soon as we eat breakfast." He rolled into grass beside her. "I wonder what I did to be lucky enough to meet you?" He asked, pushing a stray strand of wet hair from her face. She rolled over to face him. "Was it luck or a curse?" Her hair hung in wet little strands and dripped from the rain falling over them. He leaned in to kiss her again, pulling her against him possessively. He could tell she was smiling even as he kissed her. As they released the kiss, she climbed onto his lap and straddled him. "I'd say I'm lucky. Or about to be." He tentatively reached for her bra clasp. She leaned closer and threw her hair over her shoulders, pressing kisses along the side of his neck and down his collarbone. He nibbled on her ear as he struggled with the bra clasp. "Damn it." Why exactly were these stupid clasps so damned difficult to unhook? He tore the bra strap in frustration. "That was my favorite bra." She pouted as she shrugged it off. The pout was both cute and dangerously dark at the same time. He had been hard from the time she took his hand to step out of the car, but that look was like a drug. His erection pressed against his jeans. She wrapped her arms around Gabriel, pressing her breasts against his rain soaked chest. “Sorry about the bra.” He murmured, kissing his way down her neck. His thick lips felt warm against her chilled flesh. "It was too small anyway." She leaned her head back and ran her hands across his wet flesh. He kissed to the valley between her breasts. "It seems a shame to hide such treasures away." He traced a circle around her breast to her nipple and began suckling gently. She moaned softly, digging her nails into the flesh of his shoulders where her hands rested. "Mmmm... I don't even know your name." She pulled his head closer, running the fingers of one hand through his hair, the other still clutching his flesh. "Maybe it's best that way." He traded his attention to her other breast and slowly worked his hands up her legs. He rolled her gently onto her back in the grass, looking over her adoring for a moment before covering her with his body. She shifted under him a little, whispering something unintelligible under her breath. "Hmm...what was that?" He slid one hand between her legs and began rubbing her through the fabric of her panties. "Hmm? Oh, nothing." She tried to sound offhanded, but her voice betrayed her. She lifted her hips and bit her lower lip. "If you say so." This wasn’t the time to press the issue. He kissed his way lower down her belly, making sure to press a kiss directly on her belly button, licking it very gently with the tip of his tongue, and then trailed to where her panties met her belly. She moaned again and arched her back. Gabriel ran two fingers under the waistband, and then slid her panties down her legs slowly. His fingers brushed gently against her skin. She made a small noise that made Gabriel smile. He pulled her panties off and dropped them off to the side. "I'm glad you like this." He kissed her pouty outer lips and slowly ran his tongue up and down her soft folds. She cringed out of pleasure and whimpered. The rain was still pouring and the ground was soft under Gabriel’s knees. He rose and gathered her into his arms. "Maybe we should go elsewhere to finish?" No words passed her lips. She slipped out of his arms, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looked up at him like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She touched the button of his jeans, running her finger around the gold lettering before she unbuttoned them. Her gaze focused on his pants as she unzipped them and slid her hand inside to fondle him gently. He moaned softly, his voice deep with desire. "I thought that the mud might bother you, guess I was wrong." He pulled her closer and kissed her. She deepened the kiss and as it broke, she slid her tongue across his lip, sucking his full lower one into her mouth. She suckled it gently, looking up into his eyes with the same deceptive innocent look, then let it slide slowly from her mouth as she dropped to her knees before him. She tugged on the wet fabric, loosening it from his skin. She slipped his cock from his pants and took him into her mouth. He moaned deep in his throat and plunged his hands into her hair. "Praise the gods that brought you to me." He moaned again, more guttural than before. She looked up at him with a soft and sly smile, his cock still in her mouth, still keeping a slow slide in and out of her mouth. She slid her hand up to rub the little spot right behind his balls. "Not too much of that. I don't want to finish like that." He dropped to his knees in front of her, pressing gently on her shoulders until she was sitting just in front of his erection. She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "You're so beautiful." He admired her rain wet flesh and placed his hands on the back of her head to pull her toward him, beginning a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. Gabriel felt a subtle shift deep inside, as if the last piece of a puzzle had slid into place. He broke the kiss suddenly. "You are my moon goddess." His voice was deep, profound and full of an unadulterated worship. He gently kissed her again, slowly deepening to something more primal than before. She muttered against his lips. "Goddess?" Her voice was hoarse as she returned to the kiss, pulling Gabriel closer, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Her hand slipped between them and she rubbed her clit with her middle finger. Her hand brushed against his cock with each circle she made on her clit. He leaned against her, pressing her onto her back, his hard cock pressing against her hand where she still rubbed her clit. "Yes, my goddess. And I have come to worship." Gabriel wasted no time. He wanted to feel how hot and wet she was. He wanted to probed between her inner lips with his tongue. "Bountiful is the goddess indeed. I hope that she will accept such offerings as I can give." His tongue was warm against the slick, rain wet flesh of her pussy. He loved her taste and her smell as it mixed with the rain and the smell of the earth. She was perfection. He wanted her so badly, but he didn’t just want to fuck her. He wanted to love her, to feel every part of her warm wet pussy as his cock slid in and out. He wanted to feel the tight constriction of her orgasm. He wanted each stroke to last and he was enjoying his self inflicted torture as he used his tongue as he wanted to use his dick. He pushed his tongue as deep inside of her as he could, swirling it, licking her depths with a hunger that grew inside of him. The desire gnawed in his belly, twisting, making him harder than he had ever been. He pulled back and looked down on her, the rain finally beginning to slow. The clouds broke, letting just enough light from the full moon through, causing the rain on her flesh to glisten and make her appear truly otherworldly. "Never have I seen such beauty, even the moon in her infinite glory pales by comparison." He kissed her tenderly. “That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." Her voice was soft and loving. She pressed kisses on his eyes, forehead, the tip of his nose, and then his lips. "That my paltry words should be the sweetest to fall upon thine ears is a sign that all men are blind fools. For those with eyes to see your beauty shall follow you until the ends of their days singing your praises to the heavens." He nuzzled her neck and gently probed her soft folds with his hardness. She slid against him, pressing against him, welcoming him inside. He slowly slid inside, enjoying the feel of her silken softness. He murmured into her neck. "My beloved." As badly as he wanted her he kept his movements slow, soft, and deep. He wanted to make love to her for as long as he could, enjoying her pussy, the wetness of her flesh, and the press of her breasts against his chest and he slid in and out. Each movement fanned the fire of want in his belly and he loved every minute, denying himself orgasm so he could experience her. She whimpered softly against him, nuzzling his neck softly, wrapping her arms and legs around him, pulling her wet, tangled hair from her face. He looked deep into her eyes and felt the surge beginning deep inside. She inhaled sharply and rocked against him, thrusting her hips upward and buried her head against his chest. He could feel her pussy tighten around his cock. She was close. So close. He loved the way she dug her nails into his shoulders, the way she moved against him, the way she closed her eyes and turned her face to the sky. He thrust more urgently into her, the surge becoming more intense. He wouldn’t cum before she did. She whimpered and moaned, digging her nails into his back. He arched back and thrust powerfully into her, the surge nearly peaking. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, whimpering, softly urging him on. He slowed, gauging her readiness. "Damn it, don't stop...." she whispered against his neck, sliding against him, rocking with his motion. "I never plan on stopping." He began again, feeling the surge cresting more slowly this time. She pulled her hips closer to his body, feeling her own orgasm coming now. She wrapped her legs tightly against him and used the leverage to press her pussy tight against him, taking his entire length as deep as he could go. She whimpered, "Just don't stop." Gabriel said nothing in reply only thrust more insistently. The clouds were gone leaving only the moon and the rising sun as witness. Her body tensed as she started to orgasm. She dug her nails into his back, clutching him close to her, shivering, breathing heavily, whimpering, moaning. He could feel the clutch and release of her pussy as she came, and he bit hard into his lip. He wanted her to finish before he came. She shivered against him, making quiet noises, completely lost in the electricity as she came. He thrust into her, keeping a steady pace and loving the feel of her. He moaned deeply, spurting his seed as his own orgasm overcame him. She shuddered and panted, gripping his shoulders, loosening her death-grip on him, relaxing slowly and nuzzling against him again. He melted into her and took her into his arms. He kissed her and pulled back to gaze into her eyes, looking down at her, looking as though he was about to speak but said nothing. She blinked slowly and pulled him close to her, pressing soft kisses across all of his body she could reach and gave a contented sigh. "What?" "I don't even know your name. And I just met you tonight, but...." "I want to know what name you want to know." "Um, maybe we should get dressed before some farmer comes along and sees us." "Well, mine are in the car." She smiled a sheepish grin. "So, um, what about that breakfast you promised me?" He stood and helped her to her feet. "Let's get dressed first. Then maybe we should go clean up at my place before breakfast. And I'll even give you a choice. We can go out or I can cook for you." "I love home made breakfasts." She blushed bright pink from head to foot. "Maybe we should eat first then shower." "Yea. I'd like that." He took her hand into his and walked back to the car. "Me too. But what about your appointment? You said you had to be somewhere today?" "Oh, yea.” Her expression was vacant for a moment. “You know, for some reason it isn't important anymore." She grinned as she leaped into his arms. He caught her effortlessly and brought her close to kiss her. She relaxed into his arms as he carried her to the car, opened the door and placed her on the seat. Before closing the door, she dazzled him with a passionate kiss. She pulled on her shirt as he walked around to the driver’s side. As soon as he was in the car, she jumped on him to tickle him. "Ambush!" He tickled her back. She giggled and squirmed trying to avoid his tickles as she fought to get into her wet clothes. Gabriel tried to fumble keys out of his pants pocket while fending off her kisses. She giggled, fondling him as unobtrusively as possible. “You like it and you know it.” “So what if I do?” “You’ll get more of the same.” "I'm counting on it. Otherwise I just might be tempted to drop you off back at your car." He finally retrieved his keys and started the car. Her face fell. She was suddenly serious. “Why would you say that?” Gabriel turned and looked into her eyes. "Forget your past.” He kissed her until the sad smile was replaced. “The future is ours, and we'll make it bright enough to light up all the shadows that follow behind and try to drag us to ruin." He put the car into gear and headed back toward the highway. ~*~*~*~

Be aware of the story tags, if you do not like one do not read it. Creampie Consensual Sex, Hardcore, Humiliation, Massage, First Time, Non-consensual Sex, Pregnant, Rape, Teen Female/Teen Male, Virginity, Young. Also note everyone is of age in this story but because certain words kept flagging the story, I have replaced them with tiny human . Context should be enough to figure out what word should have been used even if it does not flow exactly the same. Lidia rubbed the last bit of lotion onto her cleanly shaven pussy and shivered with delight. She wanted to continue and so did her dripping wet pussy but she had plans. Reluctantly she patted herself dry, it would not stay dry she knew, and started to dress. Another fifteen minutes later she twirled about in the mirror eager for what was to come. She let her long hair flow and wore tight jeans and a thin shirt but was more eager to show off what she had underneath. Grabbing her coat, she went out to her black car. Forecast had predicted snow but it had predicted snow for the last two weeks and nothing had come of it. As she shivered and started her car Lidia figured it might actually do it this time. She thought about going back in for some more snow clothes but decided against it. She would not be wearing clothes soon enough. After a few minutes of driving the first flakes of snow could be seen and at the last stop before arriving at her destination the fuel light flicked on. She had forgotten how low it was. She made a mental note to fill up before heading home. Lidia dashed up the short sidewalk in the now heavy snow to Reece's home, knocking on the door. "Come in," came the familiar voice of Reece from a distance. She turned the door knob and entered. The cozy little house would be empty except for the two of them for at least the next few hours. Reece came around the corner and Lidia's smile receded for a moment. He wore an old tank top and stained jeans. "Why are you dressed like that?" Lidia asked disappointed. She had not dressed up super fancy but had at least put some effort into her attire. Reece looked down at the shabby clothes, "awe don't worry tiny human , it's not like I will be wearing them for long." Lidia frowned, she hated that nick name and Reece knew it but used it anyway. Reece stepped closer and put his hands on her hips and leaned in, giving her a kiss, "have the place to ourselves for a few hours. Why don't we go back to my room?" Her heart skipped a beat and she had to stop herself from prancing as Reece lead the way to his room. She figured she could forgive him for the nick name and the lack luster clothes for today. She was just too excited to let that get to her. Reece's room was not a mess but clean would not have been a word to describe it either. The floor had recently been vacuumed and the bed was made, at least Reece had made an attempt at making it with clean sheets. The computer at his desk was running but the dusty monitor and webcam were blank right now making the dust even more apparent. The small book case in the corner of the room however, had recently been dusted, possibly vacuumed at the same time as the floor. The window blinds had some spars cobwebs at the top and were slightly open but not much light came in due to the weather out. Reece led Lidia to the center of the room, between the computer and the bed. He smiled and sat on the bed. He threw off his tank top and looked up expectantly to Lidia. She blushed and played with the hem of her shirt, "this is so sudden." Raising an eye brow, Reece asked, "isn't this what you wanted? Didn't you want to lose your virginity today? Celebration of moving out and all?" After a moment of hesitation, she closed her eyes, "Yes!" She took the shirt off and threw it to the floor. She had just started working on her jeans when Reece halted her, "woah wait! Slowly...why don't you twirl about for me?" She beamed at him and complied spinning on the spot showing off her lacy bra. "Very nice," said Reece with a growing bulge in his jeans. "What's next?" For answer she quickly took off her shoes. She giggled to herself thinking how silly it would have been trying to take off her pants earlier before removing the shoes. Thankfully Reece had stopped her. The socks came off next and she wiggle her toes around before once again working on removing the jeans. This time she moved slowly and deliberately. Lidia opened the front of the jeans revealing the thin strip of fabric covering her most private areas. Reece's eyes bulged and he leaned forward for a better look but she covered back up with a small laugh of embarrassment. "You tease," he said. "Turn around and take them off." She did so, pointing her rear at him she wiggled her butt. Hooking her thumbs on the pants, she pulled them over her hips and down her legs. Leaving behind the thong panties concealing her, if it could even be considered concealment. She spun around swaying her hips and playing with her breasts. "I like what I see, keep going," encouraged Reece. She needed little encouragement. Although her first time, she had been looking forward to such a moment for too long. Without any further hesitation, she tossed her bra aside while keeping her nipples covered. Smiling and blushing profusely, she played with her tits as Reece's bulge reached its peak. She turned her back once more and wiggled her tush before pulling the thong off and lightly kicking it off her foot. One last time she turned around for Reece. This time she held one arm over her tits and the other over her pussy while blushing and beaming with delight. "Impressive, you look so cute tiny human ," said Reece as he ogled her. "Why don't you come over and help me out of these?" pointing at his pants. Lidia went to her knees and kept herself covered as best she could while crawling over. Her tits were finally revealed as she lifted her hands and begin to unbutton Reece's jeans. His hands mean while begin to play with her tits and rub the little nipples. She giggled in response but kept her own fingers moving. Soon the hard dick of Reece popped free. She began tugging at the pants and Reece lifted his hips letting her pull them off. Once completely naked her smile faulted for just an instant when she saw his unshaved neither region. She was not sure why she expected anything different though. "Why don't you give it a squeeze?" said Reece and her smile quickly returned. She reached out and with both hands grabbed his cock and began pumping it. "Woah," Reece put his hand on hers. "Easy does it." She reluctantly slowed down as she played with her new toy. Reece sighed with pleasure and leaned back. Before he got too excited though he stopped her. "Give it a little kiss," he said with a wink. Lidia licked her lips and took a moment before she descended. Much like with her hands she was over eager. This time however Reece enjoyed her enthusiasm. He took his hand placed it on her head and helped her push the cock deeper while he continued to moan. While she bobbed up and down on his dick his head rolled back and he looked to the corner of the room with a delighted smile then straight ahead to the computer. After about a minute of this he turned his attention back to the girl sucking him off. "Wow, let's have some real fun," he pulled her off his slippery cock, guiding her to the bed." Lidia laid down on the bed shacking with excitement and anticipation. She was going to finally lose her cherry. Reece got on the bed with her and straddled her legs with his cock pointed at her smooth and wet pussy. She put her hand up and stopped him a look of concern on her face. "Wait," one of the few times she had spoken since arriving. "Where's the condom?" Reece rolled his eyes and rolled off the bed. He had hopped she would have forgotten but that was ok he had other plans; in fact this might be better. He picked up a condom off the desk and showed it to her as he unwrapped it and carefully put it on his twitching cock. He climbed back on the bed, "happy?" She nodded and he lined up with her pussy once more. This time she did not protest as he pulled closer. When he made contact, she jumped and he had to try again. She was practically hyperventilating as she watched Reece get closer. An electric thrill ran through her body when he made contact with her pussy folds. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the sheets and her body tensed as he slowly rubbed the condom covered penis up and down her slit, teasing her. Satisfied he had done enough Reece grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into the virgin. She let out a scream and jerked back. Reece held her tight as she tried to pull away. After the thrashing stopped Lidia glared at Reece with tears stinging her eyes, "why'd you do that?" "Do what?" he feigned innocents. She curled her lips angrily, "you know what. Why didn't you go slow? You know it's my first time." "Don't worry about it," he chided. "It always hurts the first time." Unconvinced she continued to glare at him as he began to slowly thrust in and out. With the pain fading away pleasure started replacing it. Reece gradually picked up the pace of his pumping and Lidia began meeting his thrusts her excitement returning as well. She was a no longer a virgin, she was actually having sex like a real woman. Reece continued to pound away at the former virgin, approaching his orgasm. Bottoming out time and time again until she began moaning, they went at it for several minutes. Her own hip movements now more eager than Reece's. He stopped, pulling out leaving Lidia confused and empty as she looked up. "Turn over," he said. That cock needed to go back in and she did not waste any time getting on her hands a knees for him. Her orgasm had not happened yet due to his rough and painful entrance at the start but it was getting close. While Lidia changed position and lost sight of Reece's cock his hands reached for the condom. In a single practiced and smooth motion, he pulled the condom off without a sound. Then with his naked cock he plowed it back into the naive girl's pussy. He held the condom up and waved it around with an evil grin on his face for a moment before discarding it. Something felt different as he rammed her. Slicker? Sleeker? Silkier? She did not know what but she preferred it. She dropped her head while Reece continued to work in and out of her pussy and her hair fell covering her face. Reece only slowed down for a moment to brush her hair to the side. The orgasm grew stronger and any moment it would take her. Unseen by Lidia, Reece looked to the webcam and gave a thumbs up and broad smile. A few more quick strokes later he grabbed Lidia by the waist and yanked her into his hips. He let out a loud moan as he flooded her unprotected cervix with his sperm. Her eyes bulged and her moth dropped in horror as she felt the pulses, "What are you doing?! Stop!" She did not know what happened but even as a virgin there was no mistaking the feeling of his hot cum spraying her insides. The condom was gone. Lidia tried to pull away but Reece held her tight. She struggled in vain as the cum kept flowing. Her screaming protests continued as Reece moaned louder forcing his balls to blast every last drop into the girl. Tears streamed down her face as she desperately attempted to pull away. It was not until Reece finished pumping, he let her go. Even then he held her several seconds after the last drops of cum had been deposited. Reece laughed as Lidia cried when she pulled away. Sitting on the bed she spread her labia and inserted her fingers but was unable to reach any of the cum within. He had made sure to deposit his cum deep. So distraught and focused on removing the cum she ignored Reece until with a cruel laugh he told her to smile for the camera. She saw his naked cock deflating as she looked up. Her horror only grew when she saw the computer monitor, he had turned on. She looked back at herself on the screen, the two screens. One camera feed from the webcam at the computer the other... She turned to the other she had failed to notice on shelf in the corner. She had been recorded the whole time. "Well, that looks like we're almost at the end of our stream folks," said Reece to the live audience. How could things get any worse? Bawling Lidia grabbed her clothes and darted from the room, feeling cum sloshing in her vagina. She dressed so fast she did not even get her pants on the correct way before running out into the now howling blizzard and to her black car, leaving her coat behind. Lidia could hardly tell where she was going, she did not care either as long as it was far away. The snow obscured so much she almost hit the slow semi as she sped past. Unfortunately, a few minutes later she did lose sight of the road and slipped right off. The snow was soft and did not damage the car but it was completely stuck. She slammed her hand on the steering wheel before leaning forward and weeping, stuck in the snow. All alone except for the millions of sperm swimming in her deflowered pussy. The sputtering engine pulled her away from her sorrows. How long had she been crying in the snow? She turned off the lights trying to save power knowing full well that would do little. Something pulled in behind her illuminating the cab with its headlights. She wiped away her tears and looked for her coat. She could not find it. Turning the dome light on she got up and looked around frantically. Lidia sniffed back more tears when she confirmed her memory, the coat was back at Reece's house. Turning off the dome light, she sat back down. A minute later the engine stopped. It would not be that cold she hoped. Lidia hugged her legs into her chest freezing and shivering. Rubbing her legs down trying to bring any warmth back as the snow continued to howl outside. She could not even call for help, her phone had been in her coat pocket. Something did not seem right; she knew she was forgetting something important but what? She rubbed her legs more vigorously pushing the thought away, too cold and traumatized to think clearly. The blizzard howled more fiercely than ever but something was different. The only thing Lidia could think about was the biting cold but the cold was fading. In fact, it was getting warmer, a lot warmer. She was burning up. The warmth spread over her body like a blanket, a big soft blanket. The bed was warm too. Although the pillow could use some fluffing and the sheets were a bit coarse but it was... She sat up. It was not her bed, not her home, not her car. Where was she? She looked around the interior of, a semi? It must be a semi. She stood up and noticed two things. First, she had no pants, they were folded neatly next to her, and second her pussy was wet as hell and soaking her panties. Was that normal hours after sex? Had something else happen? A door opened and closed. Someone had entered and from the sound perhaps taking their coat off. Panicked about being found naked with her pussy dripping cum, she sat back down and pulled the blanket up. She had just finished adjusting the blanket to fully cover herself when the curtain opened. A young man stopped, seeing her awake. She stared at him clutching the blanket tightly. The two simply stared before he broke the silence, "before you say anything, it was you who took your clothes off and you would have frozen to death if I hadn't brought you in." Lidia looked away. This man had saved her life but was that all he did? He pointed to the pants and socks, "they should be dry enough, although probably not warm enough. I also managed to get some gas for your car. Should get you to the next gas station." She nodded her head. Silence lingered and she wanted to ask for details but dared not. "Well get dressed and you can be on your way. The road has just been plowed too, would be the best time to get out of here," he closed the curtain. She hesitated, unsure if he would be opening the curtain again. Looking at the clothes she stood up feeling the stickiness between her legs. She had to confirm it. She found the head lamp and turned it on. With the extra light Lidia peeled back the front of her panties, revealing a gooey wad of cum. Although new to sex, it sure looked like a fresh load to her She had also been unable to get any of Reece's cum to flow out of her earlier, why would it be leaking now? Her fingers trembled as she closed the panties back up. She dressed in silence. A few minutes later she emerged from the curtain, dressed in what little she had. The young man offered to carry her across the snow to her car. Lidia wanted to refuse but that snow was deep. She shivered in his arms as he carried her to her car. As one last parting gesture, he gave her a few energy bars and a water bottle. She could not even bring herself to thank him and simply nodded her head and got in the car. She looked up to him and opened her mouth to speak but decided against it. Closing the door, she started the car. She pulled out of the snow. Then slow and carefully Lidia drove down the road. The man followed a few minutes later tailing her for close to ten minutes. The road split up ahead and she turned on her turn light and the truck turned on the opposite one. She would never see him again. Would that be ok? Before she lost sight of him an idea struck. She scrambled for pen and paper but only found a pen. Lidia wrote down the license plate of the truck and the company logo on her arm before they parted and he reseeded into the distance. Lidia paced in the bathroom waiting for the test strip although she knew what it would say. The problem was she did not know who's it would be. Unable to wait any longer she picked up the test strip again and turned it over with trembling hands. This time however it was confirmed. She swallowed back her tears and threw it away. Back in her room she held her phone looking at the ten-digit number of the man who saved her life. She had called the company weeks ago and after explaining how she wanted to thank the man who saved her life they tracked down the driver and had given her his name and number. She had yet to call Jax though, what was she going to say? She sighed and dialed the number. "Hello?" answered Jax on his blue tooth. "Uh, hi...is this...is this Jax Braxton?" Jax had been expecting the call. A young woman had asked to speak to him and thank him for saving her life in the blizzard and human resources would not give that out without his permission. He dared not refuse after what happened that night, "yes, who's this?" "It’s me, Lidia." Jax had never gotten the girl's name so he had to ask, "I don't know a Lidia." "Oh, right..." she remembered she had never told him her name just like she had never gotten his. "Do you... do you remember the blizzard not long ago?" Jax immediately turned on the caution lights and began pulling over. He floundered with his words, "Yes, I thought I would be hearing from you soon." He gulped his throat suddenly dry. "I wanted to thank you for saving my life." "You're welcome.... you're ok right? Feeling well?" "I've felt better." Sweating with panic Jax did not like where this was going, "oh I'm sorry to hear that." Lidia lowered her voice to a whisper, "actually I called for something else." Jax was silent so she continued, "did...did anything happen that night?" That was a loaded question if he ever heard one but the fact that she was asking meant she already knew, probably. "Jax?" she asked as he had still not answered. He sighed and took a deep breath, "ya, something happened that night." A moment pause, "it was an accident, I swear. I was only trying to keep you from freezing to death." "What happened?" "I...I...might have accidentally raped you while we slept," he cringed as he said but he came clean. The worst was yet to come, he was sure. He would be arrested no doubt and he would deserve it. When the silence was finally broken it was not how he would have expected it. "I would like to meet you," came Lidia's soft voice. "Wait what?" "You're a truck driver, right? When do you think you'll be in the area again?" "Uh... I'm almost done with my current haul. I could probably request another in your area, so probably next week?" "Alright, I'll send you an address. Let me know when you will be available. I look forward to meeting you. Bye for now." And just like that she hung up. Jax had no idea what had just happened or what he would be in for. He thought about running but where would he go? What would he do? "I guess I'll go met her," he told himself minutes later and started down the road again. That morning Lidia waited in the dinner. Every time a new patron entered, she would look up, her heart would flutter for just a moment. She would then shake her head. Why did she feel this way and why did she ask to meet up with her rapist and alone? Jax pulled into the truck stop, the location Lidia had given him. It was nothing fancy but for a truck stop it was nice. He looked for her black car but did not see it anywhere. His heart was pounding as he walked to the small dinner. Why did he feel this way and why had she asked to meet him? Their eyes met instantly when he walked in and each blushed for a moment. Jax walked over and took a seat, "hi Lidia." "Hi, Jax," she returned. Awkward silence lingered and the two could not meet each other's eyes. Thankfully the waiter showed up at the moment, "what can I get for you two?" "Uh, just water for now," said Jax, his throat feeling terribly dry. "Same," said Lidia. The waiter left and Jax decided to finally say something, "so... how is it going?" He cringed as he said, what kind of stupid question was that? It was enough though. Lidia gave him an awkward smile before answering, "I'm pregnant how do you think it's going?" Jax looked down at the table and his heart sank, "so it's just as I feared. I'm so sorry." "It might not be yours though," although the sorrow in her voice caught Jax off guard. "Wait what? It might not be?" his mind raced for explanations but did not find any satisfactory ones before Lidia continued. Lidia's mind raced too. She had no idea why she had just told him the unborn tiny human might not be his. What had she been expecting? She tried to refocus by getting some answers of her own, "before I tell you about that, can you tell me what happened that night?" "Well...what do you remember?" "All I remember is freezing to death in my car and then it started to get really hot. After that I woke up in the back of your truck." "Ok, that sounds about right. I can't say I understand but you had left your car and stripped naked. Only reason I found you at all was because of the sound of the car door." Jax paused to wait for Lidia to interject or question him but she remained silent. "I panicked of course thinking you were going to die, which you would've, so I went and dragged you into my truck, you fought me the whole time. Your skin was so cold I thought it was already too late. I stripped to provide as much surface area to you as possible and hugged you under the blanket. You wouldn't believe how cold you were. We stayed that way for a few hours, I'm not sure, while you warmed up." "Is that all," asked Lidia raising an eye brow. She looked so desperate to know more, Jax had to tell her the rest, even if it pained him to do so. "No...that's not all," he paused again collecting himself. "Please believe me when I say I didn't mean to. I thought it was a dream." After a heavy sigh he continued, "I woke up with... when I woke up you were..." "Woah, you two ok?" asked the waiter setting the water down and seeing the melancholy at the table. "We're fine," lied Lidia. "Well if you say so," said the waiter unconvinced. "Are you ready to order?" "Not yet," said Lidia dismissing the waiter who left but not before giving them a few backward glances. "So, you had a bad dream?" asked Lidia prompting Jax to continue. "Well, it wasn't so bad until I woke up. You were...dripping with cum, my cum. I didn't know what to do. I got your clothes and dressed you best I could but there was too much ice on them. Then I went back to bed." "Then you woke up and shoveled us out," said Lidia with a sigh, at least she knew what happened now. "No," replied Jax clenching his fist and slamming the table. Lidia jumped back startled by the outburst. "It happened again, even with clothes on. I fucking raped you like a monster. Just call the cops already. I deserve what happens," he set his jaw and said no more waiting for Lidia. She had asked to meet him, she had not known what to expect or what she had hoped to accomplish by speaking with her rapist but this certainly was not it. Perhaps it was his honesty but she did not want to turn him in. She put her hand over his clenched fist, "you're not a monster. Let me tell you a story about a monster." Jax doubted she could have anything worse at this point but he owned it to Lidia to listen, so he bit his tongue and let her have her say. "Not the first time I'd been raped," her words took the wind right out of his sail. "What?" he fell back in his chair as his anger faded. She rubbed her eyes trying to prevent the tears. "My boyfriend," she laughed, a cold laugh. "A real monster, he set me up. It was supposed to be our first time. My first time and he betrayed me." She could no longer keep the tears back, and Jax barely managed to hear the next few words. "He stealthed me and filmed me. Then he laughed." Too much for Lidia she got up to run but was stopped when Jax grabbed her wrist. She tried to pull away but Jax held her firmly. He stood up and pulled her around into a hug. A big strong warm hug. Lidia tried to push him off but after a moment relented and began bawling in his arms. The others in the room were now watching in hushed voice at the commotion. Jax paid them no mind, this girl was hurt and he was not going to let that happen again. The waiter returned unsure what to do, "is everything ok?" Jax looked around the stunned faces of the other customers and back to the waiter, "we're going to be going." The two left the small dinner without another word. Jax held Lidia in his arms the whole way. They walked in silence around the perimeter of the truck stop for a long time before either of them spoke. Although Lidia had taken the pill a few days after it had not worked. She hated the idea of abortion but the idea she might be carrying Reece's tiny human revolted her more. Then there were her parents, she had finally been able to move out but was already knocked up. Minutes after Jax had an idea and pulled out his phone. "What are you doing?" asked Lidia upon seeing the phone. Jax started a search, "looking for a clinic willing to take a blood sample." Lidia scrunched her eyebrows, "for what?" "My DNA of course. Give you something to compare it to. If you're not willing to turn me in, I can at least give you something to test against. Then you can decide what to do from there." Lidia stopped walking and it took a few steps for Jax to notice, "you'd do that?" "I don't understand why you would think that would be a question," said Jax as he dialed the first clinic of many. It took a while for him to find one willing to see him that day but his persistence eventually paid off. He even managed to get an appointment for Lidia a few days later. It would be simpler than he expected, a mouth swab for him and blood draw for Lidia. It would however be expensive but it was the least he could do. A week later Lidia stared at the email from the clinic. The arrangement had been to send the results to her, it would be her to view the results. She continued to stare at the subject line too scared to open it. She jumped when the phone rang. "Hi Lidia, did you find out yet?" came the fearful but familiar and kind voice of Jax, who had also been waiting anxiously. Lidia licked her lips several times before responding., "hi Jax. Ya, it's right here...." "Well?" "I'm scared Jax, what do I do if it's not yours?" Although Jax had to get back on the road, the two had been talking a lot the last few days. What they would do for either scenario, they had already talked about it but with answers right at her finger tips, she did not know if she could follow through with them. "We talked about this. I'll help and support you either way." "But...." she trailed off but had nothing to add. "But nothing, just take a look." Her fingers shook as she navigated back to the email on her phone and opened it. She briefly skimmed it until she found what she had been looking for. There is 98% certainty that Jax Braxton is the father of Lidia Doxon's tiny human . A wave of relief followed; it was not Reece's. Then anger, how would she prove Reece had raped her now? Then panic, she could not abort the tiny human either. Then joy, she was going to be a mother. Lidia sniffled back tears unsure of how she felt or should feel when she answered, "it's yours." Jax picked up on the uncertainty in Lidia's voice and was likewise unsure how he felt about being a father. The same emotions running through him also. In the end Jax decided it was the better out come, "congratulation." "Is that the right word?" "Probably not, but I think it's better this way." "You do, why?" Jax had to stop for a moment, "I don't know, just a feeling I guess." They were silent as Lidia pondered, "you might be right." "Do you want to go out?" Lidia was stunned, considering the circumstance she should be angry at the thought, at least she thought she should be, but instead her heart skipped a beat. "Really? You're asking me out?" "If you're going to be having my tiny human and if I'm going to be helping you, it seems only natural we should get to know each other. Besides....I like you." Lidia did not know what to say but eventually managed to say, "ok." The date would have to wait another month though as Jax was on the other side of the country. Despite the physical distance, the two grew closer as they spoke to each other at least once every night. Jax double checked the address and nodded in satisfaction before pulling on the black hoodie and face mask. He had been hauling for days to get there a day early and hitch hiked the last hour so he could leave his truck behind. Creeping around the back he found the back door and carefully tried the handle, it opened. He did not know where to go from here but the sounds from down the hall told him he was not the only one awake. Light seeped under the door as he listened. Jax had gather as much information as he could before arriving, although he was sure his target would be alone, he had no way of knowing. No point stopping now. He burst through the door. "What the hell?" yelled Reece as the dark figure charged in brandishing a knife. "SHUT UP! YOU WILL SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TOO" yelled the intruder in a robotic voice while he advanced, knife held high. Reece paled, as he saw the knife, not daring to move. "You name, give me your name, in fact show me your ID. I wouldn't trust a liar like you," the dark figure said. Reece, who had been sitting at his computer, slowly opened the desk for his wallet. His eyes flicked over another object in the drawer hidden from the intruder and Reece smiled to himself gaining some confidence. He handed the ID over but did not close the drawer, instead reached his free hand inside. "Reece Warnken, I thought as much. How long did you think you were going to be able to trick and rape girls on camera before getting caught?" Reece recoiled in shock. How would this guy know about that and why was he here? It did not mater. He was going to end this intruder's very short crusade. Reece yanked out the gun and pointed it at the figure. With a sneer and a laugh Reece mocked, "I don't know who you think you are but you're very stupid to come after me with a knife. Now drop it and I might let you go." The intruder's eyes filled with rage, although unseen behind his hooded face. He did not care about getting shot. He stepped closer panicking Reece. "Stay back or I'll shoot," warned Reece losing his confidence again seeing the stranger unperturbed by the threat. "Try it," came the robotic voice as he moved closer. Reece's hand shook as the stranger took another step. He screamed and pulled the trigger in fear. Nothing happened. Pain shot through Reece's hand as he cried out. The gun spinning out of his hand hitting the floor and sliding under the bed. He looked down at his bleeding wrist where the intruder had just slashed him. Disarmed and bleeding Reece almost passed out but his attacker would not allow it. "Try that again and you're dead." "What do you want," whined Reece holding his bloody wrist. "You record yourself tricking girls into sex, don't you?" Reece nodded. "It's very simple then. All I want you to do is turn yourself in." Reece's eyes went wide, "what?" "If you want to get out of this room alive, you're going to give those videos to the police and I'm not leaving until I see it happen," the intruder pointed at the computer screen indicating Reece to get started. Jax trembled after the adrenalin had worn off. He got what he wanted but not how he planned. Fleeing the premise Jax once again thanked his lucky stars Reece had been too stupid to turn the safety off. By the time Jax made it back to the truck stop he had burned the hoodie and scattered the ashes, got the voice synthesizer smashed and run over on the highway, and washed the blade before snapping it in half and throwing both pieces away in separate trash cans miles apart. All in all, a successful night and he slept late the next morning. While Jax slept, the police had called Lidia in for some questions. Surprise and shock would have been an understatement when she heard Reece had turned himself in. The police were gathering evidence including testimony from herself and apparently an undisclosed number of other girls. Lidia confirmed the story, humiliated so many others had seen her but at last Reece would get what he deserved. Only problem was the circumstances behind Reece's confession. The police were evasive about it but she drew enough information from their questions to learn Reece had not turned himself in voluntarily. While still mulling this over she was interrupted by a knock at the door. Happily changing her focus, she rushed to the door and opened it to for Jax. Jax beamed at her and pulled out a lovely bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "Oh, Jax. They're beautiful!" Lidia said as she took the flowers and inhaling their aroma. "Only half as beautiful as you," he said. She dropped her smile and stared at him, "did you really say something that cheesy?" Jax tried to hold a straight face but eventually broke out laughing, "oh come on. I couldn't resist. Do you know I haven't had the chance to say something that cheesy since high school?” Lidia rolled her eyes but grinned back, "ok fine lover boy, where are we headed?" "Well, I figured we should go ice skating actually, but it's your neck of the woods. What would you like?" "No, ice skating sounds good. Let me just put these in a vase and by the way thank you so much for coming." With the flowers put away the two walked hand in hand out of the house. Jax paused half way to his rig. He had taken the trailer off and left it at a nearby truck stop so he would not be dragging a load around. Problem was the semi was still really big. "Um...should we take your car instead?" he said looking at the truck. It only took her a moment to make a decision. With another smile she answered, "no, your truck should do fine. Besides I have never been in one before. Well riding one I should say." Jax enjoyed hearing how much fun Lidia was having. She kept swiveling in her seat looking at the world through the new prospective. High off the ground in the rig everything looked so different for her. Minutes later Jax was tested on his poker face when Lidia asked him about Reece. "I don't know and don't care. Today is about you not him." Lidia dropped the subject for the time but had her own suspicions about Jax's involvement in Reece's surprise confession. They arrived and went out onto the ice. Both were surprised how well the other did as they each had their own experience. Jax had done rollerblades at the skate park for years and Lidia who had done ice skating since she had been a child. The two danced together on the ice until both were too tired to continue. They ate at the little cafe at the rink before leaving for the night. Lidia gave Jax a quick kiss on the lips as they walked to the truck, "so have anything else planned for tonight?" "Not really. That was already more fun that I thought it would be." "Well, I have plans," she said with a wink. Jax did not want to get ahead of himself but the way she said it made his cock twitch all the same. They climbed into the truck and after Jax turned it on and before he could put it in gear Lidia interrupted him. She was taking her shoes off, "my feet are sore after that, would you mind massaging them?" Although Jax did not have a foot fetish, as he looked over, he could at least appreciate her cute little feet, "sure, we can do that when we get back to your place." "But that's so far away, why not now?" she sighed. "You have a bed in the back." Jax could not say no to that. With a broad grin he led her behind the curtain and had her lay down with her feet in his lap. He carefully kneaded them judging her sensitivity before becoming more aggressive. "Ooh, that feels nice," said Lidia while she closed her eyes letting Jax work on her feet. He rubbed and massaged her foot for several minutes working the tension out. He pulled on the toes popping them which made Lidia giggle. Once finished he switched to the other foot and repeated the process. There however he changed his focus once he finished with her foot and began working his way up her calves. "Too bad these pants are in the way," said Jax as he worked her muscles. Lidia smiled but said nothing as she undid her zipper and pulled the pants off her hips. Jax eagerly helped her out of the pants. He had a brief glimpse of the front of her panties but not enough to see anything before she rolled over. The black hipster panties hide her privates but just barely. The only part of the panties that was not transparent was a small triangle on the back, and Jax guessed the same for the front. He worked on her legs working closer and closer to her ass however, he only traced his fingers on her before moving his hands beneath her sweater and working on her lower back. "Too bad the sweater is in the way," Jax teased as he worked under the fabric. Lidia fought the urge to rip the sweater off for him and instead said, "you can remove it, I won't stop you." Jax was less reserved after being given permission and pushed the sweater up her back and over her head. Lidia laid back down on her stomach as Jax kneaded her back. She closed her eyes and let out satisfied moans. He worked his way up her back slowly inching closer to her bra strap. When he reached it, he would move back down. After a few cycles of this, he went for it. He snapped open the bra strap and pushed them aside having full access to her back. Lidia smiled and kept her eyes closed as the bra was unclasped, simply enjoying the massage. Jax massaged her several more minutes before moving lower down her body. When he began to rub her butt cheeks Lidia stopped him with a hand. Disappointed he had done something wrong he stopped but Lidia had not been upset. She sat up letting him see her tits and the hard nipples, "your turn." She gave his feet a meaningful glance and Jax wasted no time taking the shoes off. He went for his belt next but Lidia stopped him again. "Ah uh. I said it was your turn," patting the bed for him to lay down. She then began to work his feet. She lacked the strength he did and could not get as deep but the tension dissipated under her touch all the same. Once she finished what she could for his feet, she then began working her way up his legs to his calves. Using the same line on him she said, "too bad these pants are in the way." Jax almost tore his pants off in his eagerness but Lidia only smiled and continued to play the game working her way up his legs. She got on her hands and knees to put more weight into, making up for her strength and Jax let out a moan of pleasure this time. She took her time rubbing his legs, easing the muscles, however; she could not keep it up forever. Lidia again parroted Jax as her hands lifted his sweater, "Too bad the sweater is in the way." As much as Jax wanted to rip it off, he smiled to himself and repeated her words, "you can remove it, I won't stop you." The sweater came off in no time. Jax laid still as Lidia moved up sitting on him and leaning into the massage. His back popped several times at one point when she really leaned into. With a sigh of relief Jax allowed her to continue, the delicate hands eliciting further sighs of contentment. As she worked her magic, she knew there would be something else he would be feeling soon. It had been slow but when he noticed it, he opened his eyes turning his head to Lidia who gave him a knowing smile. He glanced down and quickly confirmed it. Her panties were soaked clear through where she had been rubbing the same wet spot on him. "Turn over, let me get your chest," she said. Without hesitation, he rolled over. She then began the pretense of rubbing her hands along his chest, but her real focus had been her soaking panties which she rubbed into his boxers along his quickly growing cock. With his cock being rubbed and a pair of lovely tits bouncing in front of him, Jax did what any reasonable person would do. He took a handful of breast for each hand, returning the favor. She gasped at the touch, momentarily stopping her pseudo massage on his chest while he massaged hers with zeal. Lidia's eyes light up with delight as he played with her tits. Moving his way closer to her hard nipples, Lidia took a shuddering breath and began gyrating her hips again. When his fingers managed to make first contact with the sensitive nipples Lidia closed her eyes while arching her back pressing her chest into Jax's hands. Jax loved playing with the soft flesh of Lidia's breasts but when he toyed with the nipples, he knew he wanted more. With her eyes still closed in euphoria, Lidia did not notice Jax lifting his head until he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She let out a cry of pleasure as the electric shock went through her, sparking something else within. She could no longer stand it; the game had gone on long enough. She pulled away and dismounted only long enough to rip off her panties and throw them aside. Jax took advantage of that short moment to likewise pull his boxers down but did not manage to get them off before Lidia jumped him again. She did not care and throw herself flat on his chest rubbing her tits on him while her hands grabbed him and pulled him into a deep kiss. She could not get enough of him as she attempted to devour him. Jax could not keep up with her as she combed his hair with her fingers kissing him even more vigorously. While they kissed, Jax was still trying to kick the boxes off. He finally kicked them off and brought his hips up brushing Lidia's pussy with the tip of his penis. At the touch of his cock, she threw her head back finally letting Jax up for air but she gave him no time for repose. She sat back and sank down on his cock without the slightest hesitation. Before he knew it, she had buried herself to the hilt on his cock. A wild hunger filled her eyes, a hunger Jax had never seen before. Lidia had already impaled herself several more times before he started thrusting his hips in return. Lidia had not gotten off since... She could not remember. She had not even reached orgasm when she lost her virginity and got pregnant. She bounced faster, firmly impaling herself each time, needing this more than she first thought. Pounding away on Jax's cock, she made up for lost time while building to a massive orgasm. The first wave hit her like a truck. She threw her head back in a silent scream as more waves of pleasure followed. The convulsing walls of her pussy rippled around Jax's cock as he continued to thrust into Lidia. He did not try to hold back as the orgasm racked her body. He would soon follow but not before his continued thrusts brought her further waves of pleasure. Jax grabbed her hips burying himself balls deep, at the same time they contracted spurting hot cum deep in her pussy. As the cum erupted inside her, one final wave of pleasure shot through Lidia before she cried out and collapsed. Lidia panted, nearly hyperventilating, as she lay on Jax's chest. He could feel her heart pounding and her hot breathe on his skin while she recovered. He brushed her hair aside, "holy hell, that was amazing." She smiled but was not ready for words yet. They cuddled for a few minutes while Jax's cock deflated, cum would have poured out had his cock slipped out. With a sticky cock still lodged in her pussy, Lidia began moving her hips again. It had the desired affect and both enjoyed the pleasure as his cock slowly expanded filling her vagina once again. "Ready for round two?" she said turning her head to look him in the eye while still laying on his chest. For his reply Jax brushed his fingers through her hair and pulled her chin up for a kiss. Round two they took slower, savoring it or at least tried too. They kissed as their hips slowly rocked but the position was a bit awkward. Lidia moved over laying on her side lifting her leg over Jax's hip allowing much better access. The strange position Jax had never done before but was eager to try it. He slid in and out of her pussy slowly in the exotic pose for a while before she could not stand the pace any longer. Her slick pussy made it so easy for Jax to penetrate her, she could not help but picking up the pace. She rutted back into him faster and faster and her kissing became more intense. Every thrust Lidia ground her hips into his, sinking him deeper every time. Jax found himself once again unable to keep up with her as her vigor increased. She did not care though as long as she got cock, she would enjoy it and enjoy it she did. Her hands, looking for an outlet, ran through his hair over his chest along his back and pulled him in closer. Jax's hands were not idle either but they at least had more focus. One played with her breasts and tweaked her nipples ever once in a while shooting sparks of pleasure through her. The other hand went to her pussy where he began to rub the button of clitoris trying to satiate her carnal desire but it only inflated it. Lidia madly ground Jax's cock into her as another orgasm rapidly approached. When this one hit, her whole body shook and she would have screamed out in euphoria had she ever stopped kiss Jax when it happened. With Lidia trembling in his arms and her vaginal walls rapidly contracting on his cock, it pushed him over the edge moments later. He came a second time for the night deep in her womb. He managed to pull away from the kiss leaving them both panting for some much-needed air. Minutes later between breathes Jax panted, "you...don't...have...a slow mode...do you..." "I tried," she pouted. Jax laughed and pulled her into a hug, "I don't mind. It's the best sex I've ever had." She snuggled closer humming with delight and said in a playful voice, "you know I might be able to slow down but will need practice." Jax kissed her on the forehead more than happy to let her 'practice' all she wanted. They 'practiced' several more times before falling asleep in the back of the truck, still parked in the parking lot of the ice rink. Lidia woke laying on top of Jax and smiled remembering last night. As she stretched in the dark and blinked back weariness, she had a splendid jolt of pleasure. She wiggled her butt and confirmed Jax's morning wood had already come up. She giggled to herself as she rubbed it on her pussy, while pondering what she would do with it. A familiar and splendid pressure surrounded his cock. The girl riding him smiled as Jax began meeting her thrusts with his own. They bounced together slowly at first but the girl was impatient. She started going faster and faster until Jax could no longer keep pace. His partner giggled in a familiar voice and continued, delighted with her new toy. Jax was getting close and judging by the look in Lidia's eyes, so was she. "Wait, Lidia? No, I have to stop or she'll get pregnant," Jax thought to himself. It was too late though; he was already pumping cum into her. He jerked and sat up, his eyes flashing open, "No! You'll get pregnant!" Lidia laughed as she rode out her own orgasm before answering, "I'm already pregnant you silly." Jax looked around deliriously for a moment before sighing in relief and fell back down on the bed, "right...it was just a dream." "Really? What sort of dream," teased Lidia as she laid down on his chest, his cock still lodged in her pussy. His cock twitched inside her, depositing a few more drops of cum, as he answered with a smile remembering where he was, "a very good dream." "Mmmm, I bet it was," said Lidia giving him a kiss. "Too bad we've got to go." "Do we?" She got up letting his cock slip out followed by a trail of cum, "well I don't know about you but I'm hungry after last night." She then looked to the cum dripping down her leg and onto the bed, "I also need a shower and you need some clean sheets." Jax looked at the mess they had made and shrugged his shoulders in agreement. As they dressed Lidia let out a sad sigh when she put on her pants and patted her belly. Jax knew enough about girls to know something was on her mind, "what is it?" "Can't you tell?" she turned to him, her hand still on her belly. "I'm pregnant." Jax looked her up and down not totally understanding, "yes, but I can't see it." "But I can," she answered struggling to get her pants on. "How long do you think it will be before everyone else notices?" Jax did not have an answer. He hugged her and kissed her forehead, "I said I would help you, even if we don't know exactly what to expect." Jax exited the shop a happy man as he looked at his small purchase. He could not wait to tell Lidia but he knew he would have to. There was a time and place for such things. No sooner than he took another step, his phone rang. Lidia, he could already tell from the ring tone. "Hello love," he said. Even without seeing his smile Lidia heard it, "I take it you got the job than?" "How can you tell?" he said furrowing his eyebrows. "You sound too excited." "Awe, you got me. Yes, I got it. A local route, I'll be home much more from here on. That's assuming we got the apartment?" "Well done and yes, as matter of fact we did," answered Lidia her turn for excitement. "We can move in by the end of the month, no more tiptoeing around my roommate." "Nice, I'll be in later tonight, should we pick up the cradle?" Lidia sighed, "I can't. I have classes." "Oh right. Still strange to me that you have a schedule when it is all online." "Can't be helped," she said followed by an, "Oooff!" as she placed her hand on her round belly. "What is it?" some concern in his voice. "Nothing, the tiny human is just kicking again." She patted her belly and spoke in a soothing voice, "calm down little one, you'll be out soon enough." Jax smiled remembering the little kicks last time he had seen Lidia, then his smile faded for a moment and he cleared his throat remembering something else, "by the way...did you tell your parents yet?" "Yaaaa...they were not happy," answered Lidia taking her hand off her belly. "Still better than I had expected. They want to meet you." "I'll bet they do." "They might even be over tonight, so fair warning." "That's alright," answered Jax as he fiddled with the small velvet box. "I have my own surprise for you." "Oh, what sort of surprise?" raising her voice with much more chip. "What? Oh, uhh nothing. I was talking to myself." He hit his forehead thinking to himself, "keep your mouth shut you dunce." Thankfully he had managed to keep that one in his head. Lidia laughed, "right, I look forward to it but I've got to go for now. Class starts soon but wanted to talk before then. Bye bye." "Bye, I'll see ya tonight." After hanging up Jax smiled to himself. He had not given too much away he hoped. He walked away from the small jewelry store holding the shiny purchase with pride, "now I just need the perfect time to ask her."

“Again.” I shout finally able to finish my sentence. I hear gasps from all around me, I look around to see that we are outside the gates to the capital. The faces of people, merchants and families glance at me before noticing Aodh at my side and quickly looking away and hurrying off into or away from the capital. “I swear by the great fire, if you ever do that again Aodh...” I trail off leaving the threat hanging. ‘I’m not waiting outside this time.’ He tells me ignoring my annoyance, ‘I’m coming with you.’ His tone of voice says that he is intent and there is no point arguing with him and even if I did he would still enter the city. I don’t mind though, I had actually planned on bringing him into the city in the first place, these cities can be especially dangerous even to someone like me, especially to someone like me. The Fire Brand clan had fallen out of favour with the nobility and the bigotry and hatred caused from the falling out had trickled down and now most people despise the clan and for anyone foolish enough or stronger enough to kill a member of the Fire Brand clan could expect a hefty reward if proof could be provided, very few were stupid enough to attack one of the Fire Brand clan though. “I was going to get you to come along anyway.” I tell him lightly, Aodh simply grunts in reply. We walk into the city, Aodh back in his true Hellhound form walks at my side as I move through the cramped and disgusting streets of the cities slums being pulled forward by the summoning magic. We receive so many looks of hate and disgust as we walk through the filth infested streets that I start to think that we might be attacked but nothing happens. We reach a small area where there are no houses but a patch of wilted grass and a few sickly looking trees and flowers, a pale imitation of the lush and verdant forest just outside the city walls. The people of this rancid city seem to find solace and beauty in this dying and miserable place though so who am I to judge. I’m being drawn to the far side of the little open area but I see something I need to do first. I don’t like most average adults but children are a different thing altogether, they are innocent and if someone like me can help a child then they might be able to break the cycle of bigotry and hatred. The young boy had been getting taunted by a group of other boys they had been calling him weird and freak and had been pushing him around until he final broke down and cried. “They only call people like us freaks because they are scared of our uniqueness, our potential to be better than they are. They know that we can and will do great things while they toil in the dirt and accomplish nothing.” I tell the boy as I crouch down next to him, “do not let them break you down and never let them make you like them. Achieve the greatness you are destined to and hold your head up high while you do it.” I try help the boy to his feet but he looks up at me with big tear filled eyes and then he spots the scar covering the brand that marks me as one of the Fire Brand clan, his eyes then see Aodh standing just behind me. The boy trembles as his eyes dart between myself and Aodh, I start to tell him that it’s ok and he doesn’t have to be scared of me but before I can even speak he scrambles backwards until he can get to his feet and then he runs. I sigh in annoyance and pity, the hatred towards my kind is too deep for one nice speech and act to wipe away so I stand and start to follow the draw of the summoning magic once more. I walk across the open space and follow the pull of the magic until I see her, her hair looks just like the flames of a blazing pyre like one touch could burn you to ashes, it is magnificent. I follow her for a moment, she is whistling tunelessly without a care in the world, she seems happy and I feel guilty because what I’m about to do is going to destroy her life. “Excuse me miss.” I say approaching her quickly from behind. The girl turns around, she had sounded happy but she looks a little bit sad. I flinch in surprise when I see her face, it may have been over a decade but I know this girl. Her face lights up when she sees me like she can’t believe I’m really here which just makes me feel even more guilty. “Uncle Larcon.” The girl squeals throwing herself at me, wrapping her arms around me and sending what feels like shocks through my body. It feels wrong for me to think what I’m thinking but I can’t help it, it feels like her body fits against mine perfectly like we are two pieces of a puzzle that were made for each other, maybe we were made for each other based on the words of the prophecy it could actual be so. Without thinking I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, I feel the sudden and intense urge to tilt her face up to mine and kiss her, to lose myself in her lips and her hair, her eyes and the curves of her body but I can’t because of the prophecy and the connection I already have to her. “Hey Seraphine.” I say softly pulling back a little from the hug to look her in the face. Her eyes are the most stunning shade of green, brighter than any emerald I have ever seen they seem to sparkle like the suns light on water. She looks pale, not a sickly pale like so many people in this city but naturally pale, unlike the other citizens of this city, of this land, Seraphine is truely beautiful. “How’s your father?” I ask her. I’ve known her dad since before she was born, we met once when I was working for one of the nobility in the city and had quickly become friends. “He’s good. Will you be visiting him? He would be so happy.” She says excitedly. “I... I don’t know.” I say sadly with a sigh. I had been shocked when I saw that the girl from the prophecy, the girl that I was being magically drawn to was the daughter of one of the only people I could call a friend, I have to tell her why I am actually here though, she needs to know about the prophecy and everything it means and brings with it. “Are you still living at home?” I ask her, she nods her head looking at me a little concerned as she must sense the change in my demeanour. “We need to go there now then, there’s some things we all need to talk about.” I tell her. “Ok follow me.” She says obviously worried by my words. I follow Seraphine as she leads me through the cramped and stinking streets of the city towards her families home. She stops outside a house and looks around at me for a moment before opening the door. “Dad, are you home?” She calls out as she steps inside with me following close behind her. “I thought you were going to be out till later.” Her father says as he walks into the room with a smile on his face, his smile falters for a moment when he sees me standing behind Seraphine. “Larcon it’s been a while.” He says taking my hand and shaking it but looking nervous. “It has been too long friend.” I say giving him a weak smile. “Aodh it’s good to see you as well.” He says looking down at the Hellhound who had followed me inside the house. “I wish it was under better circumstances Phillon.” Aodh says tipping Seraphines father Phillon off to the fact something is wrong more than my shaky smile could. “What is wrong?” Phillon asks looking from Aodh to Seraphine and finally to me. “The girl with fiery hair and the outcast who does not age.” I paraphrase the prophecy. “No.” Phillon growls angrily, “not her, not my daughter.” He snaps looking at me like he is ready to attack me. “I’m sorry old friend, I don’t make the rules and I was drawn to her.” I tell him sadly. “I don’t care, it can be any other girl but not my daughter.” His voice rises throughout his sentence until he is practically shouting at me. “What’s going on dad?” Seraphine asks looking between her dad and me. Phillon leads us all through to a small room with some chairs and has us all sit down as he explains everything about the prophecy and myself to Seraphine. By the end of the conversation he is almost in tears and Seraphine looks like the world has just dropped out from underneath her while I sit there hating the world more than usual. “I don’t love you.” Seraphine blurts out before quickly adding, “I mean your good looking in a rugged warrior kind of way but I don’t know you, apart from the stories dad has told me.” She looks scared but angry at the same time like she blames me for everything that is happening and I guess in a way I am, if I had ignored the pull of the summoning magic then I wouldn’t be here and the prophecy wouldn’t have any bearing on Seraphines life. I hate that I’m about to ruin her life but if I had stayed away then she would be dead within a week. “And I don’t love you. But I have to take away from here, they will have sensed the start of the prophecy and they will be coming for you and they will kill you.” I tell her. Phillon leaps up out of his seat and looms over me, his face is a mask of absolute rage and I half expect him to lash out at me at any second. Aodh must be thinking the same thing because he lunges to his feet growling at him and growing in size. “Aodh, it’s ok.” I tell him but instead of lying back down and shrinking back to normal size he just sits down next to my chair. “Who will come for her? Who will try and kill her?” Phillon roars at me. “The Fire Brand clan and they wont try they will.” I tell him before turning my gaze on Seraphine, “if you stay here they will kill you and your family before burning this house to the ground and no one can stop them.” I wait a moment for what I’ve said to sink in, I can see that it has when Phillon sits back down and looks over at his daughter with tears in his eyes. “If you come with me they will leave your family alone, they will still hunt the two of us but I used to be one of them, I know how they think, what they will do and more importantly how they fight.” I tell her. I admire her in a way, throughout the whole of this she hasn’t freaked out or teared up but has steadily held my gaze. I sigh and decide to tell her the rest of my plan. “I plan on changing the prophecy, making it so we aren’t a threat to the gods but in a way that means we both get to live.” I explain, “I have met quite a few interesting characters over my many years on this planet and I think that with the help of some of them we might be able to do this.” “Why do you keep saying gods?” Seraphine asks, “there is only one God.” She states like it is an absolute fact. “The God that the King forces on people is a lie designed to make people feel safe, do you really think an all powerful being would be good? Kind? Merciful?” I ask her rhetorically, “we were created in this Gods image to be a mortal form of him then how do you explain the fact that once someone gains any amount of power they lord it over everyone else and uses it to control others?” I can tell by the look on her face that she has seen what I was referring to happen before, maybe back in school or something she had overheard or possibly seen in the royal courts but she had definitely seen what I was talking about happen. “That God they speak of is a lie but there are beings out there so powerful that they can create and destroy life with a thought. Over the centuries people have called them gods while other have called them demons or devils.” I tell her, “you might have heard of some of them Aodh the namesake of my companion, Styrik the goddess of death, Valotan the god of violence, or maybe even The Great Fire the creator of the Fire Brand, Hellhounds and Dragons. Even your name is derived from one of these beings, Seraphina.” “So the prophecy says that together we will kill these gods and because of that your family is hunting us.” Seraphine says sounding scared. “That's why I’m here to protect you and try to change the prophecy so you can live your life in peace.” I tell her. “How do we do this?” She asks looking frightened but determined. “We need to leave the city, this will be the first place they come and if they find us here they will try to kill us and your family and I don’t want that to happen.” I tell her before looking at Phillon so he understands the risks of trying to keep his daughter here. “And if they come here once you are gone?” Phillon asks looking concerned. “Tell them that we have gone to see Finwyll then they should leave you alone.” I tell him hoping that I’m right. “Where are you going?” He asks looking from me to his daughter. “To see Finwyll.” I tell him. “Why would you want me to tell them exactly where you’re going?” He shouts the question at me the anger obvious on his face. “Because Finwyll isn’t in a physical place, they can follow us to Finwyll but they won’t find us.” I tell him cryptically. I don’t like that I’m being so cryptic but I have to keep him in the dark about what we are doing because if he knows where and what we are going to be doing and the clan thinks he is lying to them then they will get the truth out of him in the most painful way possible. “Why won’t you give me a straight answer?” Phillon roars at me his anger rising. “Because it is safer for both us and you if don’t know what we are doing.” I tell him softly trying to calm him down. I am quickly running out of patience, the only reason I didn’t just drag Seraphine away without letting her speak to her dad is because of my history with Phillon and the respect I have for him but I am very close to just walking out of his home and letting him deal with the consequences. I watch with rising annoyance as Phillon opens his mouth to shout at me again but I’m relieved when Seraphine speaks first. “It’s ok dad, I’m going with uncle Larcon and I know he will keep me safe.” She says sounding completely certain that I will be able to protect her and keep her safe. Phillon's face falls and I can’t blame him, I know he has knows some of the stories of the adventures and challenges I’ve faced and while I think he believes I can protect Seraphine he also knows of the danger we will face and what kind of parent would he be if he wasn’t worried for his daughter. “I’m sure he will try but look out for yourself too, Larcon can’t look after you all the time.” He tells her, his eyes filling with tears, “remember everything I’ve taught you about defending yourself.” Seraphine smiles at her dad and I feel another pang of guilt over the fact that I am having to rip her away from her family and obviously causing them pain and heartbreak. “I remember dad, you don’t need to worry about me.” She says with a soft and nervous laugh. “I’ll always worry about you.” He says pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m going to pack a bag.” Searphine tells me starting to walk off into another room in the house. “Stop.” I snap, one of my fears is coming true and one of the members of the Fire Brand clan is swiftly approaching the house. “We don’t have any time, come here quick.” I snap scared that one of the clan could catch us this quickly. I look down at Aodh and sigh. “We have to shadow step now, they’re here.” I tell Aodh as I extend a hand to Seraphine, “hold tight.” I tell her taking her hand. The second I take Seraphines hand in my own the world drops out from around us, we weightlessly fall through the darkness as Aodh uses his shadow step magic to quickly get us out of the house and the city. We fall out of the darkness and land hard on a patch of sharp rocks, I feel the rocks cut into my skin and I know the same thing has happened to Seraphine because I hear her hiss in pain next to me. I pull myself up from the rock and look down at Seraphine, I help her to her feet and then examine the wounds on her arms, legs and face. ‘I’m sorry, having to travel on such sort notice means I couldn’t choose exactly where we stopped.’ Aodh speaks telepathically. “Did he just speak in my head?” Seraphine asks glancing from Aodh to myself. “Yeah it’s his preferred form of communication, I’ve been told it can be a bit uncomfortable at first but that people tend to get used to it quickly.” I tell her as I pull my bag off my back and start to search through it for some balm for Seraphines wounds. It might take a little while because the bag has a spell on it so that it can hold much more than it should be able to. “No it wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt right like it was natural and everyone should speak that way.” She says sounding like she is in awe of Aodh. ‘I like her.’ Aodh says with a slight laugh. ‘I like you as well Aodh.’ Seraphine says telepathically. “Did you just use telepathy?” I ask Seraphine. She shrugs and looks at me like what she had just done wasn’t a big deal when in reality it was a massive deal, there are very few people outside of the Fire Brand clan who can telepathically communicate with a Hellhound. I look at Aodh who is looking back at me in such a way that for the first time in many decades I can’t figure out what he is thinking. “We need to find somewhere we can secure so I can visit Finwyll and maybe get some answers.” I tell Seraphine and Aodh. ‘How do we visit him?’ Seraphine asks her voice projecting straight into my head. I don’t understand how she is able to speak to Aodh and myself, usually only another member of the Fire Brand clan or a Hellhound would be able to do so and only after we had established a link between us. That was the same for most of the of beings who could use telepathy except for the small amount of very powerful telepaths out there but the majority of those are psychics too and have been driven insane by their abilities and the constant barrage of other peoples most intimate thoughts and memories. Few of them lived long and you didn’t want to try and speak with one if they did, their insanity manifested itself through violence but not physical violence, the mind is a powerful thing and being able to change the thoughts and memories of a person can lead a person to death as surely as a blade in the chest. I’m not sure how I feel about her being able to telepathically communicate with me, I haven’t had a second sane person speak to me like this for many, many years, the last time would have been other Fire Brand clan members back when I was still a part of the clan, since then almost every other person to speak to me in this manner was insane. ‘Uncle Larcon?’ Seraphines voice surprised me, I must have been distracted by my thoughts. “Just call me Larcon.” I tell her shaking my head trying to push away the thoughts of insane psychics and memories of members of the clan. ‘Ok Larcon, how do we find Finwyll?’ She asks. “We don’t, I do, you and Aodh will guard my body. I remember hearing Phillon say you could look after yourself, can you fight?” I asks her bluntly hoping she can, not many women get the opportunity to learn to fight. ‘I can fight but why would we need to guard your body?’ She questions me sounding utterly confused. “Because Finwyll resides in the spirit realm and doesn’t ever leave there so to speak with him I have to go there too, meaning I have to die. For a while at least.” I tell her knowing that this will be shocking for her. ‘Death is pretty permanent.’ She says sounding semi hysterical. “I wont actually die, I just trick myself into believing I’m dying.” I tell her before quickly explaining, “using a combination of spells I can slow my heartbeat down to the point where my soul thinks I’m dying so it splits away from my body and enters the spirit realm and then from there I search for Finwyll, a hour and a half later the spell wears off and my heart starts to speed back up and pulls my spirit back into my body.” ‘But what if the spell doesn’t wear off?’ She a little bit less panicked but it’s obvious she isn’t a fan of this plan. “It has worked before so I don’t see why it shouldn’t work again now. If it doesn’t show any sign of wearing off after the hour and a half time has gone by then Aodh or you will have to break the spell, Aodh you remember how?” I ask even though I know he remembers how to break the spell I ask him the question anyway just to reassure Seraphine. ‘I remember.’ He huffs sounding offended that I would even need to ask. ‘Ok. Where do we go then?’ Seraphine asks. “Somewhere easily defendable, a cave or something of the sorts would be preferable.” I tell her, “but first I want to see what you can do with a sword.” I pull a short scabbard from my bag, the scabbard is no bigger than a medium sized dagger but when magic comes into play nothing is what it seems. ‘But this is a dagger.’ She sounds like she doesn’t know how to use a dagger but she doesn’t need to worry. “Just draw the blade.” I tell her. Seraphine sighs but releases the catch on the scabbard and pulls on the hilt thinking she is drawing just a dagger from the sheath but when the blades just keeps coming until she pulls a full sized steel sword from the scabbard with a slight laugh she turns to look at me. ‘Magic?’ She asks sounding a bit in awe of what she had just experienced. “Yes a helpful spell that makes the inside of things like bags and sheathes bigger than they appear with no extra weight.” I tell her proud of my handiwork. “Now show me some of what you know.” I tell her wanting to see if she is capable of defending herself or if I will need to have Aodh look out for her while I visit the spirit world, if that is the case I will train her once I return. I’m satisfied when Seraphine runs through some basic training drills and shows me some basic slash and stab movements. I whisper a quick phrase and an ethereal sword materialises in my hand, I move into a fighting stance and point the sword at Seraphine. “Let’s see how you deal with an opponent.” I tell her as I circle around her. Her eyes don’t leave me as she turns with me never letting me out of her field of vision, a smart move but I want to see how she fights against a person. “Ready?” I ask her, she nods her head in confirmation and the sparring session begins. I decide to hold back my strength and fight her using about as much strength as an average person. I lunge at Seraphine, I bring my ethereal sword singing down at her which she easily blocks with her steel sword while grinning at me the whole time. She looks like she is enjoying herself as she blocks a couple more swings and even tries to get in a swing of her own and falling short but only after I take a step backwards, I lunge aiming for a stab ready to use my added strength to pull out of the knife so I wouldn’t actually cut her with the sword. Seeing my move Seraphine tries to hop backwards away from me but her long dress catches on a rock and she stumbles falling onto her back with a grunt of pain. I click my fingers and the ethereal sword turns to smoke and then dissipates as I reach my hand down to help Seraphine stand, she grips my hand and I help her get to her feet, she stands there scowling down at her dress with frustration. “I'm sure I have some clothes that will fit you and are better suited to fighting in my bag.” I tell her shrugging my bag off of my back and reaching into it, “could you change and try again, I want to see what you can really do.” ‘Ok. I can do that.’ She tells me accepting the two pairs of light leather armoured trouser and a light leather armoured chest plate and two woollen tops to go underneath the chest plate. I wait as Seraphine walks a little ways into the woods to get changed, she returns a moment later holding onto her dress and the spare trousers and woollen top. “Hold onto them, you might need spares.” I tell her as I hand her a bag with a similar spell cast on it as my own bag so it can hold more than it should be able to and weigh nothing more than the bag itself does. ‘Thank you.’ She says putting the clothes into the bag and securing it on her back. Seraphine hops from foot to foot and then backwards and forward testing out the manoeuvrability of her new clothes, she swings the sword a few times smiling slightly before looking at me determinedly, raising the steel sword and shifting her body into a fighting position. ‘I’m ready.’ Her voice sounds level and confident. ‘She wouldn't be fighting alone either.’ Aodh says stepping up next to Seraphine. The glowing red eyes of Aoad’s natural form look to be shining brighter than usual with an excited glint I haven't seen for a while, he has a plan, I can tell it from his body language but I can’t figure out what the plan is. ‘I’ll be fighting with her. So I think we should try it now.’ He says pulling his lips up into a grin and revealing his long, vicious looking teeth. “Good idea but I won’t be holding back, are you both ready for that?” I ask both Aodh and Seraphine. Aodh doesn’t reply, I know he is going to do this. Seraphine looks nervous but I’m almost certain that she is going to fight against me with Aodh so it’s no surprise when she nods her head showing me that she is ready for this. “Ok, let’s do this then.” I tell them looking forward to this, Aodh has a plan and I want to see what he is going to do. I start to circle around them and I instantly see what their plan is, Aodh will distract me and Seraphine will try to get behind me and attempt to use my blind spots to her advantage. I track the pair as they manoeuvre themselves into position with Aodh directly in front of me and Seraphine behind me, Aodh launches himself at me and I know that he is trying to make me attempt to block him which will leave me wide open for Seraphine to attack but I wont be fooled by such an obvious ploy. I duck barely dodging one of Aodh sharp claws as his huge paw sails past my head, I spin and bring my ethereal sword swinging up to parry what I expect to be a downward swing from Seraphine but my sword sails up meeting no resistance. I look up to see that Seraphine had taken a couple steps back away from me so Aodh would land between us. I have no idea what they are doing but I prepare for their next attack, I expect them to do the same thing and manoeuvre so that Aodh is in front of me and Seraphine is behind me but I’m caught by surprise when Aodh leaps at me and Seraphine charges towards me while staying just behind Aodh. I understand what they are trying to do but I can block this move, I whisper a quick phrase and an ethereal sword appears in my free hand meaning I now have a sword in both hands. I bring one blade up and deflect Aodh knocking him away and quickly bringing up my second blade expecting Seraphine to be right behind Aodh and ready to strike me with her sword but again she has gone against my expectations and hasn’t attempted to strike me. I look up and see Seraphine standing not far forward from where she had been when I had seen her before they started the attack. I shout in surprise and pain as I feel a blade slice through my side not deep enough to put me in any real danger but enough to hurt and surprise me, the Seraphine I had been looking at crumbles and turns to ash as the real Seraphine appears next to me holding the sword that had just cut me. ‘I’m sorry Larcon, are you ok?’ Seraphine sounds scared and concerned as she takes a step towards me and lowers her blade. I drop my ethereal blades and grab Seraphine’s regular steel blade with one hand on either side of the blade so as to not slice my hands open and pull jerking the sword out of her grip and tossing it away from her. The second that Seraphine’s blade hits the floor Aodh leaps at me from behind, I don’t hear him coming until the last second and it is too late for me to summon an ethereal weapon to fend him off, it is also too late to get out of the way of his attack so I do the only thing I can and move with him. I let Aodh slam into me but instead of falling on my stomach like he wants me to I instead curl myself up so I roll away from him using the force from his blow to propel me forward. I come out of the roll and quickly summon a small one handed ethereal battle axe for both hands. I look up and see Aodh only a couple of steps away from me snarling and looking like a rabid beast while Seraphine is standing frozen in the same spot she had been in when I took her sword from her with a look of shock and fear on her face “Come on then.” I roar at both of them, “this isn’t over until one of you land what could be a killing blow or until I do the same to the both of you.” I had told them that I wouldn’t give up easily and I wont, I want this to simulate a true battle for them, I want to quickly get Seraphine used to the feeling of having to fight for her life because this is going to be her life now until either we manage to change the prophecy or until the day she dies. I spin the axes in my hands as I advance on Aodh, I think Seraphine is trying to use the same illusionary magic she had before which could be a problem because she also becomes invisible and I have no idea where she is or if the version of her standing still with a look of shock on her face isn’t the real Seraphine. I watch not moving as Aodh starts to move towards me, I’m pretty certain that he is going to leap at me again any second now so I shift my weight ready to drop down and catch his soft stomach with the blade of one of the axes. I watch as he tenses his legs ready to launch himself at me, his body weight shifts and his paws leave the floor as he launches himself at me so in one quick motion I drop to one knee and thrust upwards with the flat back of the axe thinking I will hit his stomach and get him out of the fight. I roar a very loud and vulgar curse or five as Aodh’s mouth clamps around my right arm, his long sharp teeth only just breaking the skin, I don’t feel much pain at all but the surprise of it has me reeling and now I have to try and get him off of me before Seraphine makes her move. ‘Now you’re dead.’ Seraphine’s voice pops into my head sounding ecstatic as I feel the point of her steel sword press against my back between my shoulder blades and pointed down towards my heart. I’m surprised and in shock from what has just happened, I haven’t been bested in a fight for a very long while and now I have lost a sparring session to a girl with no real experience in battle and has only basic sword wielding training working with Aodh my very own soul bound Hellhound who has never beat me in a fight before. I can’t believe this turn of events but I can’t deny the fact that I am proud of what has just happened and I feel safer about the fact that they will be watching over me when I go to visit Finwyll because I will be totally vulnerable. “Ok lets go find a cave or somewhere we can defend easily.” I tell Aodh and Seraphine as I take a glass jar from my bag, pop the lid and apply the salve to the sword wound on my side and the bite wounds on my arm caused by Aodh.

Be aware of the story tags, if you do not like one do not read it. Creampie Consensual Sex, Hardcore, Humiliation, Massage, First Time, Non-consensual Sex, Pregnant, Rape, Teen Female/Teen Male, Virginity, Young. Also note everyone is of age in this story but because certain words kept flagging the story, I have replaced them with tiny human . Context should be enough to figure out what word should have been used even if it does not flow exactly the same. Lidia rubbed the last bit of lotion onto her cleanly shaven pussy and shivered with delight. She wanted to continue and so did her dripping wet pussy but she had plans. Reluctantly she patted herself dry, it would not stay dry she knew, and started to dress. Another fifteen minutes later she twirled about in the mirror eager for what was to come. She let her long hair flow and wore tight jeans and a thin shirt but was more eager to show off what she had underneath. Grabbing her coat, she went out to her black car. Forecast had predicted snow but it had predicted snow for the last two weeks and nothing had come of it. As she shivered and started her car Lidia figured it might actually do it this time. She thought about going back in for some more snow clothes but decided against it. She would not be wearing clothes soon enough. After a few minutes of driving the first flakes of snow could be seen and at the last stop before arriving at her destination the fuel light flicked on. She had forgotten how low it was. She made a mental note to fill up before heading home. Lidia dashed up the short sidewalk in the now heavy snow to Reece's home, knocking on the door. "Come in," came the familiar voice of Reece from a distance. She turned the door knob and entered. The cozy little house would be empty except for the two of them for at least the next few hours. Reece came around the corner and Lidia's smile receded for a moment. He wore an old tank top and stained jeans. "Why are you dressed like that?" Lidia asked disappointed. She had not dressed up super fancy but had at least put some effort into her attire. Reece looked down at the shabby clothes, "awe don't worry tiny human , it's not like I will be wearing them for long." Lidia frowned, she hated that nick name and Reece knew it but used it anyway. Reece stepped closer and put his hands on her hips and leaned in, giving her a kiss, "have the place to ourselves for a few hours. Why don't we go back to my room?" Her heart skipped a beat and she had to stop herself from prancing as Reece lead the way to his room. She figured she could forgive him for the nick name and the lack luster clothes for today. She was just too excited to let that get to her. Reece's room was not a mess but clean would not have been a word to describe it either. The floor had recently been vacuumed and the bed was made, at least Reece had made an attempt at making it with clean sheets. The computer at his desk was running but the dusty monitor and webcam were blank right now making the dust even more apparent. The small book case in the corner of the room however, had recently been dusted, possibly vacuumed at the same time as the floor. The window blinds had some spars cobwebs at the top and were slightly open but not much light came in due to the weather out. Reece led Lidia to the center of the room, between the computer and the bed. He smiled and sat on the bed. He threw off his tank top and looked up expectantly to Lidia. She blushed and played with the hem of her shirt, "this is so sudden." Raising an eye brow, Reece asked, "isn't this what you wanted? Didn't you want to lose your virginity today? Celebration of moving out and all?" After a moment of hesitation, she closed her eyes, "Yes!" She took the shirt off and threw it to the floor. She had just started working on her jeans when Reece halted her, "woah wait! Slowly...why don't you twirl about for me?" She beamed at him and complied spinning on the spot showing off her lacy bra. "Very nice," said Reece with a growing bulge in his jeans. "What's next?" For answer she quickly took off her shoes. She giggled to herself thinking how silly it would have been trying to take off her pants earlier before removing the shoes. Thankfully Reece had stopped her. The socks came off next and she wiggle her toes around before once again working on removing the jeans. This time she moved slowly and deliberately. Lidia opened the front of the jeans revealing the thin strip of fabric covering her most private areas. Reece's eyes bulged and he leaned forward for a better look but she covered back up with a small laugh of embarrassment. "You tease," he said. "Turn around and take them off." She did so, pointing her rear at him she wiggled her butt. Hooking her thumbs on the pants, she pulled them over her hips and down her legs. Leaving behind the thong panties concealing her, if it could even be considered concealment. She spun around swaying her hips and playing with her breasts. "I like what I see, keep going," encouraged Reece. She needed little encouragement. Although her first time, she had been looking forward to such a moment for too long. Without any further hesitation, she tossed her bra aside while keeping her nipples covered. Smiling and blushing profusely, she played with her tits as Reece's bulge reached its peak. She turned her back once more and wiggled her tush before pulling the thong off and lightly kicking it off her foot. One last time she turned around for Reece. This time she held one arm over her tits and the other over her pussy while blushing and beaming with delight. "Impressive, you look so cute tiny human ," said Reece as he ogled her. "Why don't you come over and help me out of these?" pointing at his pants. Lidia went to her knees and kept herself covered as best she could while crawling over. Her tits were finally revealed as she lifted her hands and begin to unbutton Reece's jeans. His hands mean while begin to play with her tits and rub the little nipples. She giggled in response but kept her own fingers moving. Soon the hard dick of Reece popped free. She began tugging at the pants and Reece lifted his hips letting her pull them off. Once completely naked her smile faulted for just an instant when she saw his unshaved neither region. She was not sure why she expected anything different though. "Why don't you give it a squeeze?" said Reece and her smile quickly returned. She reached out and with both hands grabbed his cock and began pumping it. "Woah," Reece put his hand on hers. "Easy does it." She reluctantly slowed down as she played with her new toy. Reece sighed with pleasure and leaned back. Before he got too excited though he stopped her. "Give it a little kiss," he said with a wink. Lidia licked her lips and took a moment before she descended. Much like with her hands she was over eager. This time however Reece enjoyed her enthusiasm. He took his hand placed it on her head and helped her push the cock deeper while he continued to moan. While she bobbed up and down on his dick his head rolled back and he looked to the corner of the room with a delighted smile then straight ahead to the computer. After about a minute of this he turned his attention back to the girl sucking him off. "Wow, let's have some real fun," he pulled her off his slippery cock, guiding her to the bed." Lidia laid down on the bed shacking with excitement and anticipation. She was going to finally lose her cherry. Reece got on the bed with her and straddled her legs with his cock pointed at her smooth and wet pussy. She put her hand up and stopped him a look of concern on her face. "Wait," one of the few times she had spoken since arriving. "Where's the condom?" Reece rolled his eyes and rolled off the bed. He had hopped she would have forgotten but that was ok he had other plans; in fact this might be better. He picked up a condom off the desk and showed it to her as he unwrapped it and carefully put it on his twitching cock. He climbed back on the bed, "happy?" She nodded and he lined up with her pussy once more. This time she did not protest as he pulled closer. When he made contact, she jumped and he had to try again. She was practically hyperventilating as she watched Reece get closer. An electric thrill ran through her body when he made contact with her pussy folds. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the sheets and her body tensed as he slowly rubbed the condom covered penis up and down her slit, teasing her. Satisfied he had done enough Reece grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into the virgin. She let out a scream and jerked back. Reece held her tight as she tried to pull away. After the thrashing stopped Lidia glared at Reece with tears stinging her eyes, "why'd you do that?" "Do what?" he feigned innocents. She curled her lips angrily, "you know what. Why didn't you go slow? You know it's my first time." "Don't worry about it," he chided. "It always hurts the first time." Unconvinced she continued to glare at him as he began to slowly thrust in and out. With the pain fading away pleasure started replacing it. Reece gradually picked up the pace of his pumping and Lidia began meeting his thrusts her excitement returning as well. She was a no longer a virgin, she was actually having sex like a real woman. Reece continued to pound away at the former virgin, approaching his orgasm. Bottoming out time and time again until she began moaning, they went at it for several minutes. Her own hip movements now more eager than Reece's. He stopped, pulling out leaving Lidia confused and empty as she looked up. "Turn over," he said. That cock needed to go back in and she did not waste any time getting on her hands a knees for him. Her orgasm had not happened yet due to his rough and painful entrance at the start but it was getting close. While Lidia changed position and lost sight of Reece's cock his hands reached for the condom. In a single practiced and smooth motion, he pulled the condom off without a sound. Then with his naked cock he plowed it back into the naive girl's pussy. He held the condom up and waved it around with an evil grin on his face for a moment before discarding it. Something felt different as he rammed her. Slicker? Sleeker? Silkier? She did not know what but she preferred it. She dropped her head while Reece continued to work in and out of her pussy and her hair fell covering her face. Reece only slowed down for a moment to brush her hair to the side. The orgasm grew stronger and any moment it would take her. Unseen by Lidia, Reece looked to the webcam and gave a thumbs up and broad smile. A few more quick strokes later he grabbed Lidia by the waist and yanked her into his hips. He let out a loud moan as he flooded her unprotected cervix with his sperm. Her eyes bulged and her moth dropped in horror as she felt the pulses, "What are you doing?! Stop!" She did not know what happened but even as a virgin there was no mistaking the feeling of his hot cum spraying her insides. The condom was gone. Lidia tried to pull away but Reece held her tight. She struggled in vain as the cum kept flowing. Her screaming protests continued as Reece moaned louder forcing his balls to blast every last drop into the girl. Tears streamed down her face as she desperately attempted to pull away. It was not until Reece finished pumping, he let her go. Even then he held her several seconds after the last drops of cum had been deposited. Reece laughed as Lidia cried when she pulled away. Sitting on the bed she spread her labia and inserted her fingers but was unable to reach any of the cum within. He had made sure to deposit his cum deep. So distraught and focused on removing the cum she ignored Reece until with a cruel laugh he told her to smile for the camera. She saw his naked cock deflating as she looked up. Her horror only grew when she saw the computer monitor, he had turned on. She looked back at herself on the screen, the two screens. One camera feed from the webcam at the computer the other... She turned to the other she had failed to notice on shelf in the corner. She had been recorded the whole time. "Well, that looks like we're almost at the end of our stream folks," said Reece to the live audience. How could things get any worse? Bawling Lidia grabbed her clothes and darted from the room, feeling cum sloshing in her vagina. She dressed so fast she did not even get her pants on the correct way before running out into the now howling blizzard and to her black car, leaving her coat behind. Lidia could hardly tell where she was going, she did not care either as long as it was far away. The snow obscured so much she almost hit the slow semi as she sped past. Unfortunately, a few minutes later she did lose sight of the road and slipped right off. The snow was soft and did not damage the car but it was completely stuck. She slammed her hand on the steering wheel before leaning forward and weeping, stuck in the snow. All alone except for the millions of sperm swimming in her deflowered pussy. The sputtering engine pulled her away from her sorrows. How long had she been crying in the snow? She turned off the lights trying to save power knowing full well that would do little. Something pulled in behind her illuminating the cab with its headlights. She wiped away her tears and looked for her coat. She could not find it. Turning the dome light on she got up and looked around frantically. Lidia sniffed back more tears when she confirmed her memory, the coat was back at Reece's house. Turning off the dome light, she sat back down. A minute later the engine stopped. It would not be that cold she hoped. Lidia hugged her legs into her chest freezing and shivering. Rubbing her legs down trying to bring any warmth back as the snow continued to howl outside. She could not even call for help, her phone had been in her coat pocket. Something did not seem right; she knew she was forgetting something important but what? She rubbed her legs more vigorously pushing the thought away, too cold and traumatized to think clearly. The blizzard howled more fiercely than ever but something was different. The only thing Lidia could think about was the biting cold but the cold was fading. In fact, it was getting warmer, a lot warmer. She was burning up. The warmth spread over her body like a blanket, a big soft blanket. The bed was warm too. Although the pillow could use some fluffing and the sheets were a bit coarse but it was... She sat up. It was not her bed, not her home, not her car. Where was she? She looked around the interior of, a semi? It must be a semi. She stood up and noticed two things. First, she had no pants, they were folded neatly next to her, and second her pussy was wet as hell and soaking her panties. Was that normal hours after sex? Had something else happen? A door opened and closed. Someone had entered and from the sound perhaps taking their coat off. Panicked about being found naked with her pussy dripping cum, she sat back down and pulled the blanket up. She had just finished adjusting the blanket to fully cover herself when the curtain opened. A young man stopped, seeing her awake. She stared at him clutching the blanket tightly. The two simply stared before he broke the silence, "before you say anything, it was you who took your clothes off and you would have frozen to death if I hadn't brought you in." Lidia looked away. This man had saved her life but was that all he did? He pointed to the pants and socks, "they should be dry enough, although probably not warm enough. I also managed to get some gas for your car. Should get you to the next gas station." She nodded her head. Silence lingered and she wanted to ask for details but dared not. "Well get dressed and you can be on your way. The road has just been plowed too, would be the best time to get out of here," he closed the curtain. She hesitated, unsure if he would be opening the curtain again. Looking at the clothes she stood up feeling the stickiness between her legs. She had to confirm it. She found the head lamp and turned it on. With the extra light Lidia peeled back the front of her panties, revealing a gooey wad of cum. Although new to sex, it sure looked like a fresh load to her She had also been unable to get any of Reece's cum to flow out of her earlier, why would it be leaking now? Her fingers trembled as she closed the panties back up. She dressed in silence. A few minutes later she emerged from the curtain, dressed in what little she had. The young man offered to carry her across the snow to her car. Lidia wanted to refuse but that snow was deep. She shivered in his arms as he carried her to her car. As one last parting gesture, he gave her a few energy bars and a water bottle. She could not even bring herself to thank him and simply nodded her head and got in the car. She looked up to him and opened her mouth to speak but decided against it. Closing the door, she started the car. She pulled out of the snow. Then slow and carefully Lidia drove down the road. The man followed a few minutes later tailing her for close to ten minutes. The road split up ahead and she turned on her turn light and the truck turned on the opposite one. She would never see him again. Would that be ok? Before she lost sight of him an idea struck. She scrambled for pen and paper but only found a pen. Lidia wrote down the license plate of the truck and the company logo on her arm before they parted and he reseeded into the distance. Lidia paced in the bathroom waiting for the test strip although she knew what it would say. The problem was she did not know who's it would be. Unable to wait any longer she picked up the test strip again and turned it over with trembling hands. This time however it was confirmed. She swallowed back her tears and threw it away. Back in her room she held her phone looking at the ten-digit number of the man who saved her life. She had called the company weeks ago and after explaining how she wanted to thank the man who saved her life they tracked down the driver and had given her his name and number. She had yet to call Jax though, what was she going to say? She sighed and dialed the number. "Hello?" answered Jax on his blue tooth. "Uh, hi...is this...is this Jax Braxton?" Jax had been expecting the call. A young woman had asked to speak to him and thank him for saving her life in the blizzard and human resources would not give that out without his permission. He dared not refuse after what happened that night, "yes, who's this?" "It’s me, Lidia." Jax had never gotten the girl's name so he had to ask, "I don't know a Lidia." "Oh, right..." she remembered she had never told him her name just like she had never gotten his. "Do you... do you remember the blizzard not long ago?" Jax immediately turned on the caution lights and began pulling over. He floundered with his words, "Yes, I thought I would be hearing from you soon." He gulped his throat suddenly dry. "I wanted to thank you for saving my life." "You're welcome.... you're ok right? Feeling well?" "I've felt better." Sweating with panic Jax did not like where this was going, "oh I'm sorry to hear that." Lidia lowered her voice to a whisper, "actually I called for something else." Jax was silent so she continued, "did...did anything happen that night?" That was a loaded question if he ever heard one but the fact that she was asking meant she already knew, probably. "Jax?" she asked as he had still not answered. He sighed and took a deep breath, "ya, something happened that night." A moment pause, "it was an accident, I swear. I was only trying to keep you from freezing to death." "What happened?" "I...I...might have accidentally raped you while we slept," he cringed as he said but he came clean. The worst was yet to come, he was sure. He would be arrested no doubt and he would deserve it. When the silence was finally broken it was not how he would have expected it. "I would like to meet you," came Lidia's soft voice. "Wait what?" "You're a truck driver, right? When do you think you'll be in the area again?" "Uh... I'm almost done with my current haul. I could probably request another in your area, so probably next week?" "Alright, I'll send you an address. Let me know when you will be available. I look forward to meeting you. Bye for now." And just like that she hung up. Jax had no idea what had just happened or what he would be in for. He thought about running but where would he go? What would he do? "I guess I'll go met her," he told himself minutes later and started down the road again. That morning Lidia waited in the dinner. Every time a new patron entered, she would look up, her heart would flutter for just a moment. She would then shake her head. Why did she feel this way and why did she ask to meet up with her rapist and alone? Jax pulled into the truck stop, the location Lidia had given him. It was nothing fancy but for a truck stop it was nice. He looked for her black car but did not see it anywhere. His heart was pounding as he walked to the small dinner. Why did he feel this way and why had she asked to meet him? Their eyes met instantly when he walked in and each blushed for a moment. Jax walked over and took a seat, "hi Lidia." "Hi, Jax," she returned. Awkward silence lingered and the two could not meet each other's eyes. Thankfully the waiter showed up at the moment, "what can I get for you two?" "Uh, just water for now," said Jax, his throat feeling terribly dry. "Same," said Lidia. The waiter left and Jax decided to finally say something, "so... how is it going?" He cringed as he said, what kind of stupid question was that? It was enough though. Lidia gave him an awkward smile before answering, "I'm pregnant how do you think it's going?" Jax looked down at the table and his heart sank, "so it's just as I feared. I'm so sorry." "It might not be yours though," although the sorrow in her voice caught Jax off guard. "Wait what? It might not be?" his mind raced for explanations but did not find any satisfactory ones before Lidia continued. Lidia's mind raced too. She had no idea why she had just told him the unborn tiny human might not be his. What had she been expecting? She tried to refocus by getting some answers of her own, "before I tell you about that, can you tell me what happened that night?" "Well...what do you remember?" "All I remember is freezing to death in my car and then it started to get really hot. After that I woke up in the back of your truck." "Ok, that sounds about right. I can't say I understand but you had left your car and stripped naked. Only reason I found you at all was because of the sound of the car door." Jax paused to wait for Lidia to interject or question him but she remained silent. "I panicked of course thinking you were going to die, which you would've, so I went and dragged you into my truck, you fought me the whole time. Your skin was so cold I thought it was already too late. I stripped to provide as much surface area to you as possible and hugged you under the blanket. You wouldn't believe how cold you were. We stayed that way for a few hours, I'm not sure, while you warmed up." "Is that all," asked Lidia raising an eye brow. She looked so desperate to know more, Jax had to tell her the rest, even if it pained him to do so. "No...that's not all," he paused again collecting himself. "Please believe me when I say I didn't mean to. I thought it was a dream." After a heavy sigh he continued, "I woke up with... when I woke up you were..." "Woah, you two ok?" asked the waiter setting the water down and seeing the melancholy at the table. "We're fine," lied Lidia. "Well if you say so," said the waiter unconvinced. "Are you ready to order?" "Not yet," said Lidia dismissing the waiter who left but not before giving them a few backward glances. "So, you had a bad dream?" asked Lidia prompting Jax to continue. "Well, it wasn't so bad until I woke up. You were...dripping with cum, my cum. I didn't know what to do. I got your clothes and dressed you best I could but there was too much ice on them. Then I went back to bed." "Then you woke up and shoveled us out," said Lidia with a sigh, at least she knew what happened now. "No," replied Jax clenching his fist and slamming the table. Lidia jumped back startled by the outburst. "It happened again, even with clothes on. I fucking raped you like a monster. Just call the cops already. I deserve what happens," he set his jaw and said no more waiting for Lidia. She had asked to meet him, she had not known what to expect or what she had hoped to accomplish by speaking with her rapist but this certainly was not it. Perhaps it was his honesty but she did not want to turn him in. She put her hand over his clenched fist, "you're not a monster. Let me tell you a story about a monster." Jax doubted she could have anything worse at this point but he owned it to Lidia to listen, so he bit his tongue and let her have her say. "Not the first time I'd been raped," her words took the wind right out of his sail. "What?" he fell back in his chair as his anger faded. She rubbed her eyes trying to prevent the tears. "My boyfriend," she laughed, a cold laugh. "A real monster, he set me up. It was supposed to be our first time. My first time and he betrayed me." She could no longer keep the tears back, and Jax barely managed to hear the next few words. "He stealthed me and filmed me. Then he laughed." Too much for Lidia she got up to run but was stopped when Jax grabbed her wrist. She tried to pull away but Jax held her firmly. He stood up and pulled her around into a hug. A big strong warm hug. Lidia tried to push him off but after a moment relented and began bawling in his arms. The others in the room were now watching in hushed voice at the commotion. Jax paid them no mind, this girl was hurt and he was not going to let that happen again. The waiter returned unsure what to do, "is everything ok?" Jax looked around the stunned faces of the other customers and back to the waiter, "we're going to be going." The two left the small dinner without another word. Jax held Lidia in his arms the whole way. They walked in silence around the perimeter of the truck stop for a long time before either of them spoke. Although Lidia had taken the pill a few days after it had not worked. She hated the idea of abortion but the idea she might be carrying Reece's tiny human revolted her more. Then there were her parents, she had finally been able to move out but was already knocked up. Minutes after Jax had an idea and pulled out his phone. "What are you doing?" asked Lidia upon seeing the phone. Jax started a search, "looking for a clinic willing to take a blood sample." Lidia scrunched her eyebrows, "for what?" "My DNA of course. Give you something to compare it to. If you're not willing to turn me in, I can at least give you something to test against. Then you can decide what to do from there." Lidia stopped walking and it took a few steps for Jax to notice, "you'd do that?" "I don't understand why you would think that would be a question," said Jax as he dialed the first clinic of many. It took a while for him to find one willing to see him that day but his persistence eventually paid off. He even managed to get an appointment for Lidia a few days later. It would be simpler than he expected, a mouth swab for him and blood draw for Lidia. It would however be expensive but it was the least he could do. A week later Lidia stared at the email from the clinic. The arrangement had been to send the results to her, it would be her to view the results. She continued to stare at the subject line too scared to open it. She jumped when the phone rang. "Hi Lidia, did you find out yet?" came the fearful but familiar and kind voice of Jax, who had also been waiting anxiously. Lidia licked her lips several times before responding., "hi Jax. Ya, it's right here...." "Well?" "I'm scared Jax, what do I do if it's not yours?" Although Jax had to get back on the road, the two had been talking a lot the last few days. What they would do for either scenario, they had already talked about it but with answers right at her finger tips, she did not know if she could follow through with them. "We talked about this. I'll help and support you either way." "But...." she trailed off but had nothing to add. "But nothing, just take a look." Her fingers shook as she navigated back to the email on her phone and opened it. She briefly skimmed it until she found what she had been looking for. There is 98% certainty that Jax Braxton is the father of Lidia Doxon's tiny human . A wave of relief followed; it was not Reece's. Then anger, how would she prove Reece had raped her now? Then panic, she could not abort the tiny human either. Then joy, she was going to be a mother. Lidia sniffled back tears unsure of how she felt or should feel when she answered, "it's yours." Jax picked up on the uncertainty in Lidia's voice and was likewise unsure how he felt about being a father. The same emotions running through him also. In the end Jax decided it was the better out come, "congratulation." "Is that the right word?" "Probably not, but I think it's better this way." "You do, why?" Jax had to stop for a moment, "I don't know, just a feeling I guess." They were silent as Lidia pondered, "you might be right." "Do you want to go out?" Lidia was stunned, considering the circumstance she should be angry at the thought, at least she thought she should be, but instead her heart skipped a beat. "Really? You're asking me out?" "If you're going to be having my tiny human and if I'm going to be helping you, it seems only natural we should get to know each other. Besides....I like you." Lidia did not know what to say but eventually managed to say, "ok." The date would have to wait another month though as Jax was on the other side of the country. Despite the physical distance, the two grew closer as they spoke to each other at least once every night. Jax double checked the address and nodded in satisfaction before pulling on the black hoodie and face mask. He had been hauling for days to get there a day early and hitch hiked the last hour so he could leave his truck behind. Creeping around the back he found the back door and carefully tried the handle, it opened. He did not know where to go from here but the sounds from down the hall told him he was not the only one awake. Light seeped under the door as he listened. Jax had gather as much information as he could before arriving, although he was sure his target would be alone, he had no way of knowing. No point stopping now. He burst through the door. "What the hell?" yelled Reece as the dark figure charged in brandishing a knife. "SHUT UP! YOU WILL SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TOO" yelled the intruder in a robotic voice while he advanced, knife held high. Reece paled, as he saw the knife, not daring to move. "You name, give me your name, in fact show me your ID. I wouldn't trust a liar like you," the dark figure said. Reece, who had been sitting at his computer, slowly opened the desk for his wallet. His eyes flicked over another object in the drawer hidden from the intruder and Reece smiled to himself gaining some confidence. He handed the ID over but did not close the drawer, instead reached his free hand inside. "Reece Warnken, I thought as much. How long did you think you were going to be able to trick and rape girls on camera before getting caught?" Reece recoiled in shock. How would this guy know about that and why was he here? It did not mater. He was going to end this intruder's very short crusade. Reece yanked out the gun and pointed it at the figure. With a sneer and a laugh Reece mocked, "I don't know who you think you are but you're very stupid to come after me with a knife. Now drop it and I might let you go." The intruder's eyes filled with rage, although unseen behind his hooded face. He did not care about getting shot. He stepped closer panicking Reece. "Stay back or I'll shoot," warned Reece losing his confidence again seeing the stranger unperturbed by the threat. "Try it," came the robotic voice as he moved closer. Reece's hand shook as the stranger took another step. He screamed and pulled the trigger in fear. Nothing happened. Pain shot through Reece's hand as he cried out. The gun spinning out of his hand hitting the floor and sliding under the bed. He looked down at his bleeding wrist where the intruder had just slashed him. Disarmed and bleeding Reece almost passed out but his attacker would not allow it. "Try that again and you're dead." "What do you want," whined Reece holding his bloody wrist. "You record yourself tricking girls into sex, don't you?" Reece nodded. "It's very simple then. All I want you to do is turn yourself in." Reece's eyes went wide, "what?" "If you want to get out of this room alive, you're going to give those videos to the police and I'm not leaving until I see it happen," the intruder pointed at the computer screen indicating Reece to get started. Jax trembled after the adrenalin had worn off. He got what he wanted but not how he planned. Fleeing the premise Jax once again thanked his lucky stars Reece had been too stupid to turn the safety off. By the time Jax made it back to the truck stop he had burned the hoodie and scattered the ashes, got the voice synthesizer smashed and run over on the highway, and washed the blade before snapping it in half and throwing both pieces away in separate trash cans miles apart. All in all, a successful night and he slept late the next morning. While Jax slept, the police had called Lidia in for some questions. Surprise and shock would have been an understatement when she heard Reece had turned himself in. The police were gathering evidence including testimony from herself and apparently an undisclosed number of other girls. Lidia confirmed the story, humiliated so many others had seen her but at last Reece would get what he deserved. Only problem was the circumstances behind Reece's confession. The police were evasive about it but she drew enough information from their questions to learn Reece had not turned himself in voluntarily. While still mulling this over she was interrupted by a knock at the door. Happily changing her focus, she rushed to the door and opened it to for Jax. Jax beamed at her and pulled out a lovely bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "Oh, Jax. They're beautiful!" Lidia said as she took the flowers and inhaling their aroma. "Only half as beautiful as you," he said. She dropped her smile and stared at him, "did you really say something that cheesy?" Jax tried to hold a straight face but eventually broke out laughing, "oh come on. I couldn't resist. Do you know I haven't had the chance to say something that cheesy since high school?” Lidia rolled her eyes but grinned back, "ok fine lover boy, where are we headed?" "Well, I figured we should go ice skating actually, but it's your neck of the woods. What would you like?" "No, ice skating sounds good. Let me just put these in a vase and by the way thank you so much for coming." With the flowers put away the two walked hand in hand out of the house. Jax paused half way to his rig. He had taken the trailer off and left it at a nearby truck stop so he would not be dragging a load around. Problem was the semi was still really big. "Um...should we take your car instead?" he said looking at the truck. It only took her a moment to make a decision. With another smile she answered, "no, your truck should do fine. Besides I have never been in one before. Well riding one I should say." Jax enjoyed hearing how much fun Lidia was having. She kept swiveling in her seat looking at the world through the new prospective. High off the ground in the rig everything looked so different for her. Minutes later Jax was tested on his poker face when Lidia asked him about Reece. "I don't know and don't care. Today is about you not him." Lidia dropped the subject for the time but had her own suspicions about Jax's involvement in Reece's surprise confession. They arrived and went out onto the ice. Both were surprised how well the other did as they each had their own experience. Jax had done rollerblades at the skate park for years and Lidia who had done ice skating since she had been a child. The two danced together on the ice until both were too tired to continue. They ate at the little cafe at the rink before leaving for the night. Lidia gave Jax a quick kiss on the lips as they walked to the truck, "so have anything else planned for tonight?" "Not really. That was already more fun that I thought it would be." "Well, I have plans," she said with a wink. Jax did not want to get ahead of himself but the way she said it made his cock twitch all the same. They climbed into the truck and after Jax turned it on and before he could put it in gear Lidia interrupted him. She was taking her shoes off, "my feet are sore after that, would you mind massaging them?" Although Jax did not have a foot fetish, as he looked over, he could at least appreciate her cute little feet, "sure, we can do that when we get back to your place." "But that's so far away, why not now?" she sighed. "You have a bed in the back." Jax could not say no to that. With a broad grin he led her behind the curtain and had her lay down with her feet in his lap. He carefully kneaded them judging her sensitivity before becoming more aggressive. "Ooh, that feels nice," said Lidia while she closed her eyes letting Jax work on her feet. He rubbed and massaged her foot for several minutes working the tension out. He pulled on the toes popping them which made Lidia giggle. Once finished he switched to the other foot and repeated the process. There however he changed his focus once he finished with her foot and began working his way up her calves. "Too bad these pants are in the way," said Jax as he worked her muscles. Lidia smiled but said nothing as she undid her zipper and pulled the pants off her hips. Jax eagerly helped her out of the pants. He had a brief glimpse of the front of her panties but not enough to see anything before she rolled over. The black hipster panties hide her privates but just barely. The only part of the panties that was not transparent was a small triangle on the back, and Jax guessed the same for the front. He worked on her legs working closer and closer to her ass however, he only traced his fingers on her before moving his hands beneath her sweater and working on her lower back. "Too bad the sweater is in the way," Jax teased as he worked under the fabric. Lidia fought the urge to rip the sweater off for him and instead said, "you can remove it, I won't stop you." Jax was less reserved after being given permission and pushed the sweater up her back and over her head. Lidia laid back down on her stomach as Jax kneaded her back. She closed her eyes and let out satisfied moans. He worked his way up her back slowly inching closer to her bra strap. When he reached it, he would move back down. After a few cycles of this, he went for it. He snapped open the bra strap and pushed them aside having full access to her back. Lidia smiled and kept her eyes closed as the bra was unclasped, simply enjoying the massage. Jax massaged her several more minutes before moving lower down her body. When he began to rub her butt cheeks Lidia stopped him with a hand. Disappointed he had done something wrong he stopped but Lidia had not been upset. She sat up letting him see her tits and the hard nipples, "your turn." She gave his feet a meaningful glance and Jax wasted no time taking the shoes off. He went for his belt next but Lidia stopped him again. "Ah uh. I said it was your turn," patting the bed for him to lay down. She then began to work his feet. She lacked the strength he did and could not get as deep but the tension dissipated under her touch all the same. Once she finished what she could for his feet, she then began working her way up his legs to his calves. Using the same line on him she said, "too bad these pants are in the way." Jax almost tore his pants off in his eagerness but Lidia only smiled and continued to play the game working her way up his legs. She got on her hands and knees to put more weight into, making up for her strength and Jax let out a moan of pleasure this time. She took her time rubbing his legs, easing the muscles, however; she could not keep it up forever. Lidia again parroted Jax as her hands lifted his sweater, "Too bad the sweater is in the way." As much as Jax wanted to rip it off, he smiled to himself and repeated her words, "you can remove it, I won't stop you." The sweater came off in no time. Jax laid still as Lidia moved up sitting on him and leaning into the massage. His back popped several times at one point when she really leaned into. With a sigh of relief Jax allowed her to continue, the delicate hands eliciting further sighs of contentment. As she worked her magic, she knew there would be something else he would be feeling soon. It had been slow but when he noticed it, he opened his eyes turning his head to Lidia who gave him a knowing smile. He glanced down and quickly confirmed it. Her panties were soaked clear through where she had been rubbing the same wet spot on him. "Turn over, let me get your chest," she said. Without hesitation, he rolled over. She then began the pretense of rubbing her hands along his chest, but her real focus had been her soaking panties which she rubbed into his boxers along his quickly growing cock. With his cock being rubbed and a pair of lovely tits bouncing in front of him, Jax did what any reasonable person would do. He took a handful of breast for each hand, returning the favor. She gasped at the touch, momentarily stopping her pseudo massage on his chest while he massaged hers with zeal. Lidia's eyes light up with delight as he played with her tits. Moving his way closer to her hard nipples, Lidia took a shuddering breath and began gyrating her hips again. When his fingers managed to make first contact with the sensitive nipples Lidia closed her eyes while arching her back pressing her chest into Jax's hands. Jax loved playing with the soft flesh of Lidia's breasts but when he toyed with the nipples, he knew he wanted more. With her eyes still closed in euphoria, Lidia did not notice Jax lifting his head until he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She let out a cry of pleasure as the electric shock went through her, sparking something else within. She could no longer stand it; the game had gone on long enough. She pulled away and dismounted only long enough to rip off her panties and throw them aside. Jax took advantage of that short moment to likewise pull his boxers down but did not manage to get them off before Lidia jumped him again. She did not care and throw herself flat on his chest rubbing her tits on him while her hands grabbed him and pulled him into a deep kiss. She could not get enough of him as she attempted to devour him. Jax could not keep up with her as she combed his hair with her fingers kissing him even more vigorously. While they kissed, Jax was still trying to kick the boxes off. He finally kicked them off and brought his hips up brushing Lidia's pussy with the tip of his penis. At the touch of his cock, she threw her head back finally letting Jax up for air but she gave him no time for repose. She sat back and sank down on his cock without the slightest hesitation. Before he knew it, she had buried herself to the hilt on his cock. A wild hunger filled her eyes, a hunger Jax had never seen before. Lidia had already impaled herself several more times before he started thrusting his hips in return. Lidia had not gotten off since... She could not remember. She had not even reached orgasm when she lost her virginity and got pregnant. She bounced faster, firmly impaling herself each time, needing this more than she first thought. Pounding away on Jax's cock, she made up for lost time while building to a massive orgasm. The first wave hit her like a truck. She threw her head back in a silent scream as more waves of pleasure followed. The convulsing walls of her pussy rippled around Jax's cock as he continued to thrust into Lidia. He did not try to hold back as the orgasm racked her body. He would soon follow but not before his continued thrusts brought her further waves of pleasure. Jax grabbed her hips burying himself balls deep, at the same time they contracted spurting hot cum deep in her pussy. As the cum erupted inside her, one final wave of pleasure shot through Lidia before she cried out and collapsed. Lidia panted, nearly hyperventilating, as she lay on Jax's chest. He could feel her heart pounding and her hot breathe on his skin while she recovered. He brushed her hair aside, "holy hell, that was amazing." She smiled but was not ready for words yet. They cuddled for a few minutes while Jax's cock deflated, cum would have poured out had his cock slipped out. With a sticky cock still lodged in her pussy, Lidia began moving her hips again. It had the desired affect and both enjoyed the pleasure as his cock slowly expanded filling her vagina once again. "Ready for round two?" she said turning her head to look him in the eye while still laying on his chest. For his reply Jax brushed his fingers through her hair and pulled her chin up for a kiss. Round two they took slower, savoring it or at least tried too. They kissed as their hips slowly rocked but the position was a bit awkward. Lidia moved over laying on her side lifting her leg over Jax's hip allowing much better access. The strange position Jax had never done before but was eager to try it. He slid in and out of her pussy slowly in the exotic pose for a while before she could not stand the pace any longer. Her slick pussy made it so easy for Jax to penetrate her, she could not help but picking up the pace. She rutted back into him faster and faster and her kissing became more intense. Every thrust Lidia ground her hips into his, sinking him deeper every time. Jax found himself once again unable to keep up with her as her vigor increased. She did not care though as long as she got cock, she would enjoy it and enjoy it she did. Her hands, looking for an outlet, ran through his hair over his chest along his back and pulled him in closer. Jax's hands were not idle either but they at least had more focus. One played with her breasts and tweaked her nipples ever once in a while shooting sparks of pleasure through her. The other hand went to her pussy where he began to rub the button of clitoris trying to satiate her carnal desire but it only inflated it. Lidia madly ground Jax's cock into her as another orgasm rapidly approached. When this one hit, her whole body shook and she would have screamed out in euphoria had she ever stopped kiss Jax when it happened. With Lidia trembling in his arms and her vaginal walls rapidly contracting on his cock, it pushed him over the edge moments later. He came a second time for the night deep in her womb. He managed to pull away from the kiss leaving them both panting for some much-needed air. Minutes later between breathes Jax panted, "you...don't...have...a slow mode...do you..." "I tried," she pouted. Jax laughed and pulled her into a hug, "I don't mind. It's the best sex I've ever had." She snuggled closer humming with delight and said in a playful voice, "you know I might be able to slow down but will need practice." Jax kissed her on the forehead more than happy to let her 'practice' all she wanted. They 'practiced' several more times before falling asleep in the back of the truck, still parked in the parking lot of the ice rink. Lidia woke laying on top of Jax and smiled remembering last night. As she stretched in the dark and blinked back weariness, she had a splendid jolt of pleasure. She wiggled her butt and confirmed Jax's morning wood had already come up. She giggled to herself as she rubbed it on her pussy, while pondering what she would do with it. A familiar and splendid pressure surrounded his cock. The girl riding him smiled as Jax began meeting her thrusts with his own. They bounced together slowly at first but the girl was impatient. She started going faster and faster until Jax could no longer keep pace. His partner giggled in a familiar voice and continued, delighted with her new toy. Jax was getting close and judging by the look in Lidia's eyes, so was she. "Wait, Lidia? No, I have to stop or she'll get pregnant," Jax thought to himself. It was too late though; he was already pumping cum into her. He jerked and sat up, his eyes flashing open, "No! You'll get pregnant!" Lidia laughed as she rode out her own orgasm before answering, "I'm already pregnant you silly." Jax looked around deliriously for a moment before sighing in relief and fell back down on the bed, "right...it was just a dream." "Really? What sort of dream," teased Lidia as she laid down on his chest, his cock still lodged in her pussy. His cock twitched inside her, depositing a few more drops of cum, as he answered with a smile remembering where he was, "a very good dream." "Mmmm, I bet it was," said Lidia giving him a kiss. "Too bad we've got to go." "Do we?" She got up letting his cock slip out followed by a trail of cum, "well I don't know about you but I'm hungry after last night." She then looked to the cum dripping down her leg and onto the bed, "I also need a shower and you need some clean sheets." Jax looked at the mess they had made and shrugged his shoulders in agreement. As they dressed Lidia let out a sad sigh when she put on her pants and patted her belly. Jax knew enough about girls to know something was on her mind, "what is it?" "Can't you tell?" she turned to him, her hand still on her belly. "I'm pregnant." Jax looked her up and down not totally understanding, "yes, but I can't see it." "But I can," she answered struggling to get her pants on. "How long do you think it will be before everyone else notices?" Jax did not have an answer. He hugged her and kissed her forehead, "I said I would help you, even if we don't know exactly what to expect." Jax exited the shop a happy man as he looked at his small purchase. He could not wait to tell Lidia but he knew he would have to. There was a time and place for such things. No sooner than he took another step, his phone rang. Lidia, he could already tell from the ring tone. "Hello love," he said. Even without seeing his smile Lidia heard it, "I take it you got the job than?" "How can you tell?" he said furrowing his eyebrows. "You sound too excited." "Awe, you got me. Yes, I got it. A local route, I'll be home much more from here on. That's assuming we got the apartment?" "Well done and yes, as matter of fact we did," answered Lidia her turn for excitement. "We can move in by the end of the month, no more tiptoeing around my roommate." "Nice, I'll be in later tonight, should we pick up the cradle?" Lidia sighed, "I can't. I have classes." "Oh right. Still strange to me that you have a schedule when it is all online." "Can't be helped," she said followed by an, "Oooff!" as she placed her hand on her round belly. "What is it?" some concern in his voice. "Nothing, the tiny human is just kicking again." She patted her belly and spoke in a soothing voice, "calm down little one, you'll be out soon enough." Jax smiled remembering the little kicks last time he had seen Lidia, then his smile faded for a moment and he cleared his throat remembering something else, "by the way...did you tell your parents yet?" "Yaaaa...they were not happy," answered Lidia taking her hand off her belly. "Still better than I had expected. They want to meet you." "I'll bet they do." "They might even be over tonight, so fair warning." "That's alright," answered Jax as he fiddled with the small velvet box. "I have my own surprise for you." "Oh, what sort of surprise?" raising her voice with much more chip. "What? Oh, uhh nothing. I was talking to myself." He hit his forehead thinking to himself, "keep your mouth shut you dunce." Thankfully he had managed to keep that one in his head. Lidia laughed, "right, I look forward to it but I've got to go for now. Class starts soon but wanted to talk before then. Bye bye." "Bye, I'll see ya tonight." After hanging up Jax smiled to himself. He had not given too much away he hoped. He walked away from the small jewelry store holding the shiny purchase with pride, "now I just need the perfect time to ask her."

The box you're in is finally opened. You're lying down but quickly pulled up by your hair into a sitting position. You are completely naked and there are no clothes in sight. Looks like your luck finally ran out. The room is a large kitchen. There is a very big stone table in the middle, pots and pans hanging from the ceiling, sinks, cupboards, everything is sparkling clean. And there is a very very big oven in the corner. As the chef yanks you to your feet you feel groggy. You've been drugged. He tells you to step out of the box. You step out of the box without thinking about it. He tells you to bend over. You bend over. He tells you to open your mouth and asshole. You want to please him so desperately it hurts. Your jaw drops open and your fingers easily find the tight little opening in between your cheeks to open it slightly. Chef has two tubes in his hands. "First", he says abruptly, speaking out loud to himself as if he were alone, "we empty the belly". He shoves one of the tubes into the back of your mouth. The tough rubber tube makes you salivate. It feels like your mouth was built for this tube. He jams the other tube into your poor little rectum. The tube is far too large but the pain is exquisite. Your anus swells as it angrily adjusts to it's new diameter. When Chef turns the pump on you wish the drugs were stronger. Getting your stomach pumped is unpleasant even with anesthetic. When it finishes all you can think about is thanking Chef. He seems so concerned about the condition of your body. You feel bad for making him worry. He lifts you onto the table, fingering your soppy, loosened asshole while he does it. You discover that the table is heated. It's so warm and comfy on the black stone surface. You feel sleepy just lying there. Chef approaches the table with a big pot of what smells like turkey stuffing. He lifts your legs as if changing a baby's diaper and starts quickly thumbing the stuffing into your butthole. The stuffing feels amazing. It's soft and supple and slips into you easily because of the leftover water from the pumping. Chef keeps stuffing and stuffing and stuffing. You can feel your intestines getting full. Your belly is bulging just slightly and your sphincter is getting sore from the friction. Eventually Chef is satisfied that he can't fit anymore of the delicious, buttery, herby bread mix up your little bottom. He goes to the pantry and comes back with onions and lemons. He cuts the lemons into quarters and the onions into 8ths. Then he tells you to spread your legs and hold your delicious cunt open for him. Your legs open immediately and you blush because you can feel that your pussy is so wet it dripped quite a lot onto the table while he stuffed you. Chef doesn't seem to care about the table. You feel guilty nonetheless. He leans down and smells your pussy. His nose is so large it runs against your labia as he smells. Then he bites your pussy lips hard with his teeth. The pain hits you but you barely react. The sensation is that of masturbating too hard. Chef grabs the first piece of onion and pushes it into your cunt. You love it. He pushes another piece inside. And then a piece of lemon. You feel full, spiritually full. In the back of your mind you know how this ends, but the table is so warm, and so is the oven. Eventually he crams your useless reproductive organs full to brim with nice fresh lemons and onions. You begin to rub your clit with your fingers. You feel so guilty but so good. There doesn't seem to be any harm in pleasuring yourself if this is how it ends for you anyway. Chef is walking towards the table with olive oil, salt and pepper when he sees you masturbating. He looks concerned all of sudden. He puts down the seasonings and picks up a pair of scissors. Without even hesitating he dexterously pinches your clit with one hand and cuts it off with the scissors in the other. Suddenly you realize the danger you are in. The magnitude of the situation hits you and get the sensation of having already fallen for a trap. But your body, attentively prepared for cooking, full of delicious seasoning, does not react. It will not run for you. It will not scream for you. Trapped by your own body, the drug takes back control, and you slip drowsily back into your erotic semi-slumber. The pleasure of the pain of your clit is still there, but, careful as he is with your body, Chef has stopped the bleeding. He has also prepared an impressive human size pie crust for you. He helps you get up and lie into the baking tin. The soft pastry is already blind-baked and feels like a soft, dense blanket as you relax in it. Chef pulls your head back upsidedown over the edge and casually drops his large cock onto your limp lips. He kneels there on the floor for several minutes, silently thrusting his cock in and out of your bruised throat. Soon he grabs one of your small breasts with his hand and cums deep in your throat, pausing between thrusts slightly to let himself throb delicately in your against your tongue. You choke a little when his semen enters you, but you can barely feel his cock, let alone his warm sticky cum. Chef stands up looking dazed but refreshed. He piles up some cold cuts of meat and vegetables beside you in the pie crust, covers you and the other vegetables completely in olive oil, salt and pepper, and finally drapes the delicate pie top over you like a duvet. Then, he presses a button and the pie tin rises, he pushes you on wheels to the oven, opens a hole in crust for your face, then slides you in. Just as he slides you in he changes his mind, Chef has thought of a better way to cook you. Baking little girls always makes them so dry, he thinks to himself. There must be a better way. He decides he will try to boil you instead, but there isn't a pot big enough and that much water would take ages to bring to boil. Instead he will cook you from the inside out. He fetches a long, long roll of butcher's twine from the pantry and begins tying you up. He bends your weak arms behind your back and intricately ties each of your fingers to the corresponding one on the other hand. He takes great care in tying your fingers, when he is done each pair of joints is bound beautifully together. The circulation in your fingers is gone and they form pretty little purple bumps arranged against your upper back. Next he lifts your legs and pulls your feet behind your head. Your vagina spreads itself as he does so, exposing a lemon chunk inside. The lemon chunk's tip is pressed against your slightly-gaping piss-hole and is about to fall out. Your stuffed, swollen, little anus displays itself as well, twitching under the pressure of the scrumptious stuffing. As your heels reach your head, your flexibility ends and Chef's efforts can't make them go further. Chef steps closer and lazily positions himself over you, placing his weight onto your legs and waist. He snaps both your hips, one right after the other, dislocating them from their joins. The pain hits you as if you were watching it happen to yourself from a distance. With a few nerves severed, your cunt gives in and some lemon and onion comes out. Chef looks displeased with the mess. He finishes breaking your hips and again ties beautiful knots between your ankles behind your head. To fix the mess you've made, he cleans up the vegetables and decides to cauterize your vagina shut. This is will be a 3 step process, he thinks to himself. First he will insert a red-hot steel rolling pin into your uterus and try to create a seal. Then he will plug your urethra with the broken-off handle of an old frying pan. Finally he will staple your labia shut and brush your pussy with melted butter and thyme. Before he can find the metal rolling pin, chef notices the longing, glassy look in your eyes and it makes him want to play with your face. He lays you on the table, your head resting near the edge. First he pulls a few small pills from a little plastic container in his right hand; they are anti-inflammatories to stop the swelling in your hips, the swollen bits go tough when they cook. He grasps them in the tips of his fingers and gently pushes his whole hand into your mouth, he finds the entrance to your throat and tries to get the pills down it. They won't go, his hands are too big. He leaves them in the back of your mouth and gets his large cock out again, then uses it to shove the pills all the way down your esophagus. Obviously he's hard again, but also tired of your throat. He lays his throbbing cock across your face and, holding you by the back of your head, uses your face to massage his balls on your nose and the outside of his urethra on your lips and chin. Staring at your stuffed little belly, he climaxes quickly. He shoves his bulky cock head forcefully against your left nostril and pumps half your nose full of thick, thick cum. The smell of his balls as he uses your face reminds you of home for some reason. When he cums in your nose, the pressure is warm and pleasant, and you enjoy the cum slowly dripping onto the back of your tongue. Time to shut your pussy. The rolling pin has been sitting on the gas stove for 30min before Chef puts it on the black table, next to your hips, using thick black gloves. The rolling pin is minimalist, just a long thin steel cylinder. Now it is glowing pretty shades of white, yellow, orange and red. It sits there on the table, sizzling. You stare at it as if it's alive and staring back at you. You can feel it's warmth on your butt cheek from a foot away. To be burnt with clean steel is to be forgiven, you think. To be burnt in your vagina cuts the cycle off. Your life originated in a vagina, and your vagina brings new life. To die without bringing new life is to fail, but to die with a broken vagina only makes sense. The hot rod glares at you, it wants to enter you, and you want to let it. It will rape your whole body through your pussy. It cannot be stopped, and it's rage cannot be cooled unless it enters you. This is the only way. It must use you, you must let it. Your thoughts are interrupted by Chefs large, calloused thumb pressing where your clit used to be. He retrieves half the vegetable chunks from inside you. You ache for the sensation of the white-hot steel much more now that there is a gaping hole between your legs. Chef picks up the pin with one hand, holds your leg with the other, and swiftly jams the blinding heat into your uterus. This pain. This pain is enough, again, to snap you out of your strange erotic day dream. This pain consumes you instantly. It does not thrash or jerk inside you. There are no jolts, or waves. It simply ends your thoughts. You foam at the mouth, you can hear nothing but deafening silence. You can see chef's lips counting out loud. You have no idea if you want him to stop or keep going. Nothing makes sense but the pain. Chef says "Five", he pulls the cylinder out and throws it across the room, onto the floor. When he does this you have the sensation of waking up during surgery with your guts still slit open. Something is very wrong, some part of you is exposed that shouldn't be. You feel that this feeling is your fault. Strange waves of guilt wash over you, as if you've hurt someone by feeling this way. Working quickly, chef gently wiggles the pointy end of an old plastic frying pan handle into your delicate little peehole. You feel relieved by the feeling of fullness between your legs. Chef begins stapling your cunt shut. He does a good clean job at first, but your pussy juices, closer to your taint, make him slip and the staples become more uneven. As your cunt is shut, the world seems to become more normal. Something that should have been sealed tight before now is. Admiring his work, chef beats salt, pepper and ground thyme into a bowl of melted butter. He lathers it onto your very tight cunt with his bare hands, rubbing the slit especially vigorously. If your pussy could still get wet, there would be more grool than butter by now.

As your stomach absorbs the moisture from the large volume of cum and juicy stuffing in your belly, you feel the urge to pee. Your bladder completely relaxed, the pressure builds against your loose urethral opening. You enjoy the indulgent feeling of relaxing your pussy to pee without the sensation ever ending. Chef is idly scratching his chin with one hand and fingering your open mouth with the other. He rubs his middle and index finger gently against the roof of your mouth, his knuckles grazing your tongue slightly. After a moment, he shifts his weight to the other foot, and switches to rubbing your gums under your upper lip. He is deciding what to do with you again. Perhaps the family could just enjoy you raw? In that case he must work on your presentation. You lie there staring at his forearm. You are in aw of how muscular it looks, how strong and sturdy the elbow and wrist are. You wish he would use his big arms to shove his whole hand into your mouth, then spread your lips and cheeks taut with one hand. Chef retrieves a large shiny tray from the cupboard. Your breathing gets slow and heavy, as if you're having a panic attack. Chef seems to sway and twist as he walks back towards you. The tray is on the floor. You are on the floor. You are on the tray. The drugs are wearing off. You are on the tray. You are food. The pain and nausea hits you from the stomach first; a sickly, nauseating, embarrassing ache. Suddenly you're back in preschool for a second, unable to find the courage to ask to go to the bathroom. If only someone would just ask if you're okay. Then you would tell them you hated this, that you didn't like this feeling, and that you want to go home. But Chef has been so nice, taking care of all your slutty holes. There's no need to bother him with this. Just sit on the tray and try to look polite. You arch your back as Chef fondles your butt cheeks. You like that he wants to touch you, so you wiggle your butt for him a little. He holds your butt still instead, then he pricks you with a large needle. Within a few seconds your mind clears slightly and you feel hot, so very hot. Your cheeks redden in a strong, painful blush. You can feel your ass swelling and your boobs growing. You can feel lots of juicy, bouncy fat building on your behind. You feel embarrassment and the blush becomes more painful. Chef has given you a ripening serum, like bonemeal but for little girls who aren't busty enough to eat raw. The word "plump" bounces around in your groggy brain for a minute as something that you'd like to describe yourself as. Chef goes back to his pantry and retrieves a small harness-looking thing. Chef is very creative. He's going to prepare for the family a cute, raw little piggy girl, with some added entertainment before the meal. The harness has three straps, with three clips; once it has been secured around your skinny neck, the first clip goes into your nostrils and pulls your nose up into a cute piggy snout. The other two of course go in your mouth and pull your lips wide open from the side, into a humiliating forced grin. Chef admires his work for a second before adjusting the position of your feet behind your head slightly. He pours red wine over your upward-facing belly and warm maple syrup over your cunt. Stepping back to look at you again, he has an idea. He picks up a large kitchen knife from the counter, then detaches the clips in your mouth. Smiling to himself, he puts the knife in your mouth and cuts slowly through your cheeks, slicing them open with a clean cut all the way to the back of your jaw. He repeats himself on your other cheek. The drugs almost completely worn off now, finally your face matches how you are feeling. The strict horror in your mind is reflected well in your gaping mouth, with your head propped up by your feet, your lower jaw rests comfortably against your neck and chest. You stare forward in space, immobilized, trying to deal with the pain as the blood from your cheeks mixes with the wine on your body. Chef giggles a little as he plays with your exposed tonsils. He can easily reach into you a finger the inside of your throat now. He uses this access to rub some salt and pepper into the walls of your windpipe. Finally satisfied with his creation, he wheels you off into the dining room. Waiting in this large hall for you are a number of large gentlemen in very extravagant suits. But to your horror, already on the table, standing, bound at the wrists and ankles, watching as you are wheeled in, is your sister. Her shaven cunt glistens in the light of the candle-lit chandelier, she looks more afraid than you have ever seen. As you near the table, you notice whip marks on her pretty young face, her chest and across her lower back. Your enhanced butt jiggles when the platter you're on hits the table. At this point your little sister tries to shout; her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Chef already had his way with her earlier. He cut out her tongue and voice chords. Now all she can do is open and shut her mouth in agony. Once you're in the middle of the table, with your sister standing next to you, Chef shuts the doors to the hall, and gestures menacingly to your sister. Clearly she has been given instructions, and is being blackmailed at your expense to carry them out. Your sister blushes bright red and begins to cry. Chef raises his hand at her and yells. She gathers herself for a second, then stands over your face , facing towards your head. She slowly squats down over you, her skinny butt cheeks doing their best not to let her collapse. With her delicate little cunt directly between what is left of your bleeding cheeks, she begins to pee directly into your exposed throat hole. At first she looks up at the ceiling and away from you, but Chef yells again and she returns her gaze to you, staring directly into your eyes as she empties her bladder into your gaping face. Some of it splashes onto your tongue, you realize they must have emptied her bladder then filled your little sister with vinegar. Her pee tastes like a summer salad. The men around the table lean in and laugh at your sister as she relieves herself into you. They prod at her little anus, which is clearly visible to them. They reach at her from behind and pinch and tug on her pussy lips as she spreads them in your face. One of them nudges her to try and throw her off balance; she has no choice but to grab onto your head while she pees. Once she's empty, she stands up and looks at Chef. Chef nods at her. Your cute little sister climbs over you and off you so that she's kneeling in front of your big, juicy, spread ass. Jolts of pain run through you as she places her hands on your dislocated hips, she doesn’t seem to realize how broken you are down there. She spreads your butthole a little more, then, pressing her open lips around the soft entrance to your jam-packed rectum, she presses into your belly with her fist. The stuffing comes straight out. You feel like you're relieving yourself into your little sister. She scoffs it down, mouthful by mouthful, each time grimacing a little as she forces it down her throat. You hate it, but some part of you enjoys your sister's soft lips against your asshole, and the feeling of emptying your belly is pleasurable. You wish that instead of this, your sister's soft pink asshole was pressed against yours, so that you could enjoy pushing out the flavorful stuffing directly from your ass to hers. You wonder if she would enjoy that. Once the little cutey was nice and stuffed, maybe half of it in her, half in you still, she stands up again. Chef looks at her dead in the eyes and says: "choose. you or her". She made her choice hours ago. Too sweet and kind to watch her sister die, she steps off the table and presents herself in front of Chef. "First! We must tenderize the meat." Chef lectures the men as he paces back and forth behind you. He puts his hands on her shoulders and spins her around. You wince internally when he touches her. You watch a butler roll in a large metal contraption behind them both. It is clear to you what will happen, but not to your sister yet. In the back of your mind you wonder if any of this is really necessary. Your sister already looks so so delicious. You'd lick all of her if you could right now. Chef applies some weight to her shoulders and bends her swiftly in half at the hips. He reaches around and forcefully spreads her cute anus as much as he can. She silently yelps as his strong hands almost tear her sphincter. "This is the perfect cavity to loosen her up", he continues. He gives all the men a good look up her open hole. It is perfectly pristine and sits, gaping slightly between her wide, skinny hips. Once they have all had a good look, he shakes her cheeks quickly, gives you one last glance at up your sister's bottom, then walks up over to the metal structure. It is a large harness, designed to restrict the movement of every single one of her joints and support her weight from all over. He begins strapping her in; she complies limply. Once all the straps are tight and all the elastics are taut, he reveals the underside of the machine. It is clearly a very, very large buttplug. It is red rubber, with large, pointy metal bumps all over. The bumps are like shiny pyramids, some are large near the tip, with smaller ones around the base. The dildo looks like a giant dildo-shaped meat tenderizer. It is about half the size of your sister's body and she is strapped in above it, her legs in the air, her asshole twitching over the tip. Chef apologizes briefly to the men before starting up the petrol motor. All the blood rushes to your sister's head as the machine whirs to life. Out of the tip of the tenderizer gushes thick globes of transparent lube, it continues to run out from the tip over the tenderizer until it's dripping with it from all sides. Chef pushes a button and the tenderizes moves upwards in a slow smooth mechanical motion. The tip of it meets with your sister's asshole, wetting it and the surrounding skin with cold gooey lube. After a moment it continues upwards, for just a second your sister appears to enjoy the sensation of her soft anus expanding around the hard rubber nozzle. But it doesn't stop there. First her face tenses in fear, then her mouth opens in white, white pain. Blood trickles down the tenderizer after it snaps her sphincter. The flesh in her rectum doesn't stand a chance either. She faints from the pain of her asshole tearing almost immediately. But the pain brings her back to consciousness after just a moment. For some long moments this continues, she wavers in and out of consciousness, waking up with a silent scream then falling limp again, as the massive machinery perforates her slippery insides.

I'm meeting my Domme today. For the first time in real life. We've had lots of back and forth online and we frequently video call. She doesn't turn her mic or cam on, but she's sent me verification pictures and nice shots of her body. She likes to call me her boy and I call her Mommy. She always makes me undress completely as soon as I turn my cam on, then she always wants to see my boyhole. She's really obsessed with my "boypussy" actually. She's constantly trying to stretch it wider. Her ultimate fantasy is to tie me up with no safe word and pound my rectum with really big toys until my anus is so sore and loose that I can't even close it. Mommy really likes opening my hole really wide. Usually the first thing to go up my boyhole every time she sees it is a speculum. I put it in and turn a screw until it's wide enough for her to see all the way up my rectum, then she makes me prod and poke at my second anal ring. I think someday she'll want to open that up as well. I don't mind her obsession with my boyhole at all. I get turned on by always having to do as she says, even if it hurts. And letting her look all the way up my butt is really hot too. I wonder why she likes examining the inside of my ass so much? I guess she just wants to ruin it. Mommy also calls me her little anal piggy. She says it's because my butt is so fat and my body is so skinny, so I have a "nice juicy rump". She talks about all the delicate little pork in her boy's bottom, the tender flesh in her boy's hole, and her boy's soft soft skin on his wobbly buttcheeks. I love my Mommy though of course. I love her kind face and her endearing smile, and she says when we meet she'll let me rub her big butt as much as I want :). Just to be safe, we're meeting at a cafe, then if all goes well, we'll go to her place. I hope that everything does go well because I don't want to mess this up and because I'm aching to have my bottom filled. When I arrive she's wearing a very smart suit. She waves me over and tells me she's ordered me a tea since coffee might make me agitated. - "but Mommy I'm already agitated" I say. - "That's no good" she says with a genuinely concerned face. She speaks without looking at my face, the way a vet talks to a dog while examining it. -"Are you satisfied? Shall we go?", she says as soon as my tea arrives. She's clearly very anxious to get me back to her place. I'm worried about that but too turned on to say no. We get in her car and she starts talking softly to me: "You know I don't talk about how I feel very much, but I think I love you. As soon as you walked through the door your presence struck me in my whole body at once. You are so goddamn gorgeous. The way you walk, the way you carry yourself, the way you dress and the sound of your voice makes me want to hold you to my breast and never let go." ("perhaps she couldn't look me in the face because she was so overwhelmed? how cute") She continues: "You said you don't have any family that you talk to still? I want you to be with me from now on okay? You're mine. You're my delicious little boy. I'm going to take such goo care of you. I'm going to fill your boypussy and empty those scrumptious little balls. I don't have anyone else either, and I'm going to keep you. My porky little buttslut." I just sit in silence, it doesn't feel like I need to respond. I'm the listener now, she's the speaker. Arriving at her house, it is big. She is unemployed so she must have inherited it. Getting out of the car she slides her hand into my underwear from behind and shoves two fingers inside me. I liked it, she had done the same thing as we walked out of the cafe. Her fingers feel just right there: snug, comforting and natural. Then she said something a little odd: "My darling little piggy I'm so sorry but I really want to eat your ass." Obviously she doesn't need to ask me or even warn me about that, it is her right to do so. "Yes please Mommy!" I immediately respond. She is overjoyed, her whole face lights up: "Ohhh my delicious boy! Good then the preparations will be in the barn, come with me cute piggy!" She grabs my hand and leads me to the barn. At the door she says: “I’m sorry sweet piggy but you don’t get to see the next part.” She hands me a blind folder and fingers my loose boyhole again while I put it on. I’m so entranced by the idea of her mouth on my anus that I’m not even thinking anymore. The blindfold goes on without a second thought. She leads me inside, 3 fingers still up my butt. She lies me down a low, leathery surface, straps my wrists below me and fixes and my ankles near my head. My big bubbly butt is pointed straight towards the door. My boyhole is exposed and gaping slightly from the fingering. She cuts my clothes off me. I can feel a slight, cool draft blowing up my butt. When she pulls the blindfold off she is holding a piece of paper right in front of my face. I can see her smiling from ear to ear behind it. The paper has her handwriting on it, it reads: ... Recipe: Delicious Horse Cum and Piggy Boy Pie Preparation time: 5-7 hours Ingredients: For the pastry: 6kg butter 10kg flour 20 eggs some ice water For the Filling: Carrots Leak Spinach Onions Lemons 10L of fresh horse cum 1 fresh plump piggy boy rump Method: Begin by preparing the boy. He should have a nice plump tender rump, the fattier the better. To make sure his meat tastes as good as possible, the horse cum should be raped directly into him while he is alive. The horse must cum until every inside surface of the boy is completely drenched. Tenderize his meat with a paddle while he is conscious but after the horse has filled him. The fat in his rump must be rendered before he is put in the pie. In a cast iron skillet over high heat, fry the boy’s bottom until his juicy fat runs into the pan, 3-5 mins. Place him gently in the pie crust along with a warm broth made from the vegetables (do not strain the broth, blind-bake the crust 8-10min). Cook the pie in the over until the crust is golden brown and the boy stops twitching. Serves: 15-20 people. ... My boyhole clenches as I glance over at the large male horse on the other side of the barn. “Does that horse want to rape my bottom, Mommy?” “He REALLY does darling.” She says with a grin. I can see her salivating as she stares at my exposed pink porkhole. “And I’m going to let him. In fact I’m going to hold your hole open for him. You’ll look so good filled with his cream my darling piggy boy” “This is your handwriting isn’t it Mommy?” I ask, with an unconscious hint of seduction in my voice. “Yes it is. This is Mommy’s special recipe. I wrote it while you were showing me around your rectum with the speculum last week.” “Please don’t cook me Mommy” I say with some trembling in my voice. “I’ll be a good piggy and keep all of that horsey cum nice and safe in my bottom” “Goooooood BOY. Yes you will. And then you will let mommy spank your jiggly butt with my steel paddle until you’re nice and tender” “yes Mommy I will, please don’t--” “and then you will lie down all snug and bruised in my lovely warm, soft pie crust” As she says this a small wet spot forms between her legs and she swallows hard. “Okay mommy you can tenderize me and put me in the pie, but--” “And then Mommy is going to pop her delicious boy pie in the oven!” “Mommy please I want to be with you. You said I could be with you!” “My sweet, sweet boy! You’ll be IN me! Isn’t that better? Don’t you want to be in Mommy’s tummy” I hesitate for a second. She keeps smiling at my anus. “Mommy I do want to be in your tummy.” “Well you won’t fit up Mommy’s ass, now will you? So how are you going to get into my tummy? Look I’ll show you, there’s no room for a bubble-butt like yours in my ass” She turns around, unzips her pants, pulls her thong down, and exposes her big Mommy asshole to me. “My hole is much bigger than yours, see, but it won’t you fit you darling” She’s just playing with me. I’m tied up and she’s savoring the moment. “Look darling”, she says jokingly, “Look how Mommy’s asshole is compared to your porkhole.” she bends over further, bends at the knees and spreads her big ass even more so that she can press and rub her hole against mine. “Don’t worry darling, yours will be just as pretty as Mommy’s once it’s been torn open and ruined by a horsecock.” “I want a pretty porkhole to show to you Mommy” “Good Boy! Let’s butter your hole together okay?” She says sweetly. She fetches a stick of butter and pops into straight in. She’s fingered me so much while we talked that it went in without me really feeling it. “Such a loose little boy. Mommy loves loose tender little boys. Now push it back out. Good boy.” As soon as I squeeze it out she pushes it back in, then again and again. In the back of my head, behind all the pleasure from the cold butter sliding effortlessly against my prostate, I’m still trying to figure out how to escape. But she’s so loving, and so understanding. Part of me things she’s not really going to bake me, she just wants me to think she is. I can understand that. “There we go baby boy. Look at you, such a big boy helping Mommy get you ready to be raped.” She gets up to fetch the horse. This part I will enjoy. “Oh wooow look how hard he’s gotten after seeing your soft porky bottom” The horse’s cock is really big. This is going to hurt so good.

"God, this just isn't FAIR," Abby yelled into the empty room as she struggled to lift another heavy box and carry it up the stairs to her son's bedroom. After the divorce they'd sold the house, which was mostly paid for. Her half had given her a generous down payment on a place to live with Tyler and left money in the bank to spare. It was smaller, but plenty for the two of them, and they were well away from that drunken, violent bastard of a husband and father. A new city, a new job, a new life. It all sounded so good, starting over. But she'd tried to save some money by going with a cheaper moving company. Now very few of the boxes were in the rooms they'd been labeled for and neither of the beds had been reassembled. The four men had dumped things pretty willy-nilly and left, grumbling, because she had rightfully declined to tip them. It was a good thing her job didn't start for another two weeks. It was summer vacation and Tyler was out of school, staying with her parents until she could get the house set up, so she had the solitude to work as hard as it would take to be sure he had a nice place to lay his head when she picked him up from Grandma and Grampa. She only hoped they wouldn't spoil him too much. But this work was back-breaking. The packers had put too much in boxes that were too large and it was nearly impossible for Abby to move them. In some cases she'd taken to opening them where they were and carrying the contents off into the room where they belonged. It wasn't that she was out of shape or feeling her 34 years, the boxes were just too damned heavy! After several years of pilates and planking and god knows what else to try to keep herself in her impossible husband's favor, Abby was a fit woman who still got carded when she tried to buy a bottle of wine. But these big boxes were so awkward. She couldn't get her arms around the bigger, heavier ones to get them off the stacks. So she muddled along the best she could, cursing herself for her choice of movers, a group of college hunks whose yard sign she'd seen in a neighbor's yard. And she cursed her judgment in men and the husband who'd swept her off her feet while she was still in college. She should have gotten a clue when he tried to get her to stop short of finishing her degree. He turned out to be a controlling alcoholic who could be charming as long as he got his way, but when he didn't or when he was angry he turned into a monster. Abby had endured several beatings and kept trying to make things work. But when he'd turned on their son when he yelled at him to stop hitting his mother, she knew she had to leave. Fortunately the ER records were clear evidence of Abby's plight, and the judge had awarded her sufficient alimony that she and Tyler could live comfortably on her entry-level job until she acquired some experience. They had changed cities, moved far away with the judge's permission. Tyler's father was only granted visitation with supervision, so they didn't expect to see or hear from him much. Moving into a larger city had seemed a good idea when she looked for places to go. More jobs, more anonymity, but the housing markets had also been more expensive. Abby hadn't wanted anything spectacular, but she did want three bedrooms, one for herself, one for Tyler and a leftover guest-bedroom and office, because she hoped to be working from home at least part of the time. Women who were good at coding were still a rarity, so she thought she'd be able to negotiate some work flexibility, and she'd been right. In order to find the space she'd wanted at a price she wanted to pay had meant that she had chosen a house in a poorer neighborhood. It had once been an all white suburb when white flight drove people out of the downtown districts, but in recent decades gentrification had drawn the white wealth back into the city and new rail lines had caused high-end developments to spring up farther from the city center, so Abby's new home found itself on a block of slightly-run-down two story capes occupied mostly by people of color. "Niggers," her ex would have called them. This house had been well maintained, but it was 23 years old and needed some paint and sprucing up. The yard was patchy, but not too bad. The whole effect was "comfortable but a little seedy." Still, she'd gotten a deal on the place that left her with six figures in her new bank account, so she was pleased with it. Living around this many black people presented a few challenges for Abby. She never had. She'd gone to private school as a child and even in college she'd been in an all white sorority that pretty much kept themselves to other white frats. She didn't hate them or anything, but they just felt a little foreign to her. Something she'd have to get over she told herself. It might take a while, but she would shed those hidden racist attitudes she'd grown up with. She went to a new stack of boxes and tried to move the top one. It wouldn't budge. "Office" it said on the side. She was sure it was full of her books. "How the hell do you fill a medium sized box with books?" she screamed. Try as she might, she couldn't lift it, and it was too high to open and unpack in place. She'd need a ladder and she didn't have one yet. "Fuck it! I quit!" she screamed and slapped the box, then she stomped into the kitchen and grabbed a beer, went to her new front porch and sat in the swing that needed a new coat of paint and sat down to drink it and cool down. "Maybe I can cut a hole in the side of the damned thing without ruining what's inside," she muttered to herself, staring into space. "Cut a whole in the side of what?" said a deep voice from the sidewark. Abby nearly jumped out of her skin. With a hand over her mouth she stifled a yelp and looked up to see a nice, somewhat older black man looking at her quizzically from the direction of the street. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud," she answered. "Ain't nothin' to apologize for honey, but you're lookin' pretty perturbed about now, and I was a little worried you was gonna do somethin' you'd regret later. So what's the big problem?" "Oh, nothing really. I just can't get this one box moved and it's up so high I can't unpack it, so I'm trying to figure out how to get the stuff out of it. I'm just moving in, but then you probably knew that." "Oh yes, we knew that. Saw the truck yesterday, saw them lazy assed boys puttin' your stuff in the house. They wasn't too careful with it, you know, you should check your stuff for scratches and what not. Yeah, you movin' in was all over the block before long. First white family moved IN to the neighborhood in nobody remembers. We still got a few but most of 'em move out, not in, so it kinda got our attention." Abby became suddenly and uncomfortably aware of the reality that she was a minority in her own neighborhood for the first time. Apparently, the new tension in her limbs was visible to the man on the sidewalk, because he said, "Oh, now, don't you worry none, we're glad to have you here. Fact is my Beverly said she was gonna fix y'all a casserole and bring it over some time!" Abby smiled, finding that the corners of her eyes burned as her eyes moistened. "Oh, thanks, that's really amazing, but um, it's just me for right now, Tyler won't be joining me for a couple weeks. Could she bring us something then?" "I"ll tell her, I'm sure that will work. But you all alone in that house? No wonder you look so tired. How about tomorrow I come by tomorrow and give a hand. I can at least move some boxes around, even if I can't put stuff away!" He smiled warmly. Abby felt a tiny sliver of something frightening shoot from her chest right through her toes. "Oh, I couldn't put you out that way. Thank you though." "Don't think nothin' of it. I retired from the Marines after 31 years a couple months ago. I'm dyin' for somethin' to do!" He laughed heartily this time. "Beverly says I'm failin' at retirement! Oh, and my name's Jake. I"ll see ya after breakfast!" He didn't even pause to get Abby's name. Maybe he knew it, maybe it didn't matter to him. Whatever the reason, it screamed a kind of low-key confidence that kept Abby from protesting further. Instead she watched him as he walked away without looking back, shaking her head slightly. That night the newly single mother took a couple more glasses of wine to unwind than usual. She was unsettled about having a man who is essentially a stranger in her new home. She also had to admit that it was nice to actually have a connection with the neighborhood already, and that it seemed that her neighbors looked kindly on her arrival. But then, this stranger, this new neighbor, was a black man. It wasn't as though her parents had been overt racists. She'd never been taught that "colored people" were dirty or anything. But they'd kept her separate from them, and that shaped her thinking more than she wanted to admit. And so it wasn't too troubling when she realized that her husband carried a hidden but more virulent variety of prejudice. He had a very real animus toward all sorts of non-white ethnicities, but black people were the ones he hated the most. Still, he didn't talk about it much because they had little reason to in their suburban false paradise. They almost never encountered any, so it was easy for her to overlook the occasional "N" bomb when he'd drop it. As she drifted off to sleep that night she lay on her mattress on the floor of her bedroom and wondered what her ex-husband would have to say about a black man helping her unpack the next day. She was pretty sure he'd hate it, which she liked. She was also pretty sure she didn't know how she felt about it yet. She didn't like that. Without any curtains yet on her windows, the morning sun woke Abby early. Still, she'd gotten a good night's sleep. The cable guy wasn't due for another day, so she'd had little to do once it grew quiet. A little light reading and her exhaustion had overtaken her. She'd slept hard. The master bathroom was fortunately the first room she'd set up completely, so showering and getting prepared for the day were a pleasant return to near-normalcy. She dressed for the heat, a pair of cut off denim shorts that she didn't mind getting dirty and a similarly well-worn tee shirt over her Converse low tops. "Certainly not going to dress up for a "helper" I didn't even ask for," she thought when she remembered she wouldn't be alone today. A quick bagel and some coffee, and she was well into unpacking some other boxes when the doorbell rang. It was still only a little past 8:30. "Early, too." she thought. "What if I hadn't been ready?" She wiped a bit of sweat from her brow with the arm of her tee shirt and went to the door. "Hello again," she said as she pulled it open. "Jake, right?" "That'd be it ma'am, yes. I don't believe I caught your name yesterday. Did I miss it?" Abby blushed at her rudeness from the day before. "Oh, I must've forgotten to tell you, I'm Abby. Good to meet you." She held out her hand formally and he took it. When they shook hands hers nearly disappeared in the huge paw that he offered. That and the touch of his rough palm made her heart skip briefly with alarm, but he released hers quickly and waited patiently to be invited inside. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry, come in, come in. I still have some coffee. Would you like some?" "No thanks, ma'am, I've been up for a good while. All those military years don't leave you too quickly, if you know what I mean. I can't sleep much past six any day unless I'm sick as a dog. So I'm ready to go if you'll just tell me what you want me to do." "Well, I suppose it's just your military background speaking, but the first thing I'd like you to do is stop calling me "ma'am." My name is Abby. "Ma'am" makes me feel like I'm old!" Jake laughed. "Old like me, huh? Not to worry, I'll call you by whatever you like, I just don't presume 'til I get the invite. Abby it is. So, what's to be done?" Abby's first task for him was to move that box of books that she'd been unable to budge the day before. He pulled it off the stack and carried it to her office as though it weighed nothing. Then she told him which room was which and asked if he'd just set about making sure each box was in the room for which it was labeled. That kept him busy while she set about unpacking boxes in Tyler's room. His shelves were pretty much where she wanted them, so getting his room set up wasn't too difficult. Then she started on the boxes in the kitchen, and was on her hands and knees reaching into one of them to pull out a heavy mixer when Jake reappeared. "Well, that's all done. Your movers were pretty bad about reading labels, weren't they?" He chuckled. His laugh emanated from some place in his chest. It was a deep, throaty laugh that felt good in Abby's ears. "That's putting it kindly." She looked at her watch. It had been two hours! "Would you like something to drink? I have lemonade and tea in the fridge?" "Glass o' lemonade sounds good, just about now, thanks." His face was wet with perspiration. Without thinking he lifted his gray tee shirt from his waist and wiped it away, exposing his abdomen. It was amazingly trim for his age, thought Abby, and she shook herself mentally. She shouldn't be looking at him like that. He was black, for goodness sake. And at least 25 years older than she was. And married! She got up and fixed them both something to drink, which they enjoyed together on her front porch swing. "So, I don't mean to be rude, but it seems like there's no Mr. Abby in the picture, am I right?" "No, no Mr. Abby. This is me, moving out on my own now the divorce is final and the old house is sold. Needed a change of scenery, a new city."' "Well, this here's a close knit neighborhood for the most part, so you came to a good place. We look after each other 'round here." As he began the next sentence he turned and put his massive hand on her shoulder and looked her square in the face. "So you need anything, anything at all, you just let one of us know. We'll all be better'n pleased to help you get settled in. Ain't too often we get to help white folks move in instead of out!" With that, he chuckled and removed his hand. Abby wasn't quite sure what to say in that moment. When he'd touched her, her heart had started to hammer in her chest, and it was all she could do to keep her eyes on his. There was a strange buzzing in her ears that made it hard to focus on what he'd been saying. Then the last bit that reminded her that she was among a dwindling minority in the neighborhood. Through a strange half-smile she finally thanked him and said she'd be sure to let him or some neighbor know should need arise. An awkward pause in conversation in that moment caused her to get to her feet. "Well, I'd better get back at it. I thank you for moving all that stuff, I'll take it from here." "Oh, I don't gotta go now or anything," said Jake and as he stood. Abby became uncomfortable aware of his presence, standing so close. "Looks like most rooms in your house don't got the furniture where you want it. And some things still gotta be put back together. I can at least help you get that done before I go, right?" "Oh, uh, yes, sure, thanks." Abby stumbled over her words, astonished at her lack of composure. Something about this large black man was making her light-headed, simple-minded. "Can we finish Tyler's room first?" "Absolutely," replied Jake and he started off toward the correct room without waiting to be led. Abby found herself following her new neighbor through her own home. A strange sensation, but she liked how quietly authoritative he could be. It was somehow comforting. Jake helped her shift a couple of shelving units that she'd already filled with Tyler's things, then move his dresser and desk onto the correct walls. Then they set about assembling his bed, which had large under-bed drawers which were already crammed with the detritus of his youth. "Prob'ly be a good idea to get your room set up next, seein' as how you been sleepin' on the floor!" Jake said though a chuckle when they'd finished Tyler's bed. "Can't have that! Pretty lady sleepin' on the floor!" "Uh, yes, okay," stammered Abby, but his large black frame had already turned to head to her room without waiting for a response. She watched him go and felt a strange combination of admiration and unease. His calm assurance was comforting to be around, but she felt her own fierce independence melting away in his presence. Abby followed quickly and they began to put her room in order. It took considerably more doing. There was a mirror to mount on the long low chest of drawers. There were some wall-mounted shelves to put up and a TV and its table to get arranged, even though they wouldn't work for another day. Lastly, he helped her assemble the large four-poster bed she'd bought for her new home. White with gold gilding, it was large but still feminine. Add to that the new queen mattress with its memory-foam pillow top, and the bed rather dominated the room. Still, once it was put together, Abby felt some pride in this thing that she'd done on her own, for herself. "Don't be lookin' too satisfied yet, Abby, it ain't made up yet. Marine can't leave a room with a bed that ain't squared away!" She laughed and patted his shoulder as she gathered a new set of sheets from an open box. "Right! Let's do this!" She opened the plastic cover to the sheet and pulled out the fitted one. "God I hate trying to figure out which is the top on these!" Jake laughed, nodded his agreement. They laughed together and unfolded the sheet. A couple of abortive attempts later, they had it on and were just tucking in the top sheet when Jake pulled a quarter out of his pocket. "Hm... Let's see if I can bounce it." He dropped it near the foot of the bed and it plopped without a bounce. "Not tight enough," he muttered and redid both the bottom corners. This time it bounced. Not much, but it did. "Perfect. Now you're squared away!" Abby did a quick turn, saw her new space, nearly complete but for one last box to be unpacked, and felt a rush of pride and accomplishment as well as a health dose of gratitude. "Oh, thank you, Jake!" she said and rush into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I couldn't have done this without out." Then she chuckled, still with her arms around his thick chest. "At least, not so fast!" and she looked up into his coal black face. "You're very welcome, Abby," he said in a low voice that sounded like distant thunder. Then he lowered his head and kissed her, barely touching his lips to hers at first, but she she didn't pull back, pressing them to hers more and more firmly until she felt his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. At first it felt so good that she started to respond, then quite suddenly she pulled back in horror. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me!" she gasped. Jake looked supremely unperturbed. "Oh, don't apologize. Us black men, we're kinda used to that. White lady on her own, hasn't had a man in a while, the reputation black men have, then you spend a lot of time alone with a black guy and it often happens." "But, but.." Abby stammered, "but I've never, never EVER done anything like that before." "What, kissed a guy you barely know, or kissed a black man?" And before she could stop herself, she started to echo her ex husband, "Kissed a ni... a black man." She blushed at what she'd almost said, looked up, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I don't use that word, really. I don't know where that came from." Jake nodded knowingly. "Oh, I do, and don't be too worried about it. You probably grew up around folks who used it. Can't help but pick up some of the attitude. No wonder you never kissed a pair of black lips before. But it also helps explain what happened." Abby looked up, thankful that he hadn't taken offense. "It does? How?" "Oh, we see that a lot, too. White women who've been kept away from us for their whole lives. Y'all see us as exotic, foreign, forbidden. The idea of being with a black man, of 'fucking a dirty nigger' touches some deep place in y'all. Not your fault, mind you," he continued when she reacted in shock at the bit about "dirty niggers," you was just brought up to it, to think like that. The disgust you feel only makes us seem, I don't know, sexier." Abby stood motionless in utter confusion. She'd never had a thought like that before, never thought about black men at all, in any way that she could remember. And yet, what he said felt like it was right, and it did arouse something inside her when he said it, especially that coarse way he'd done it. "fucking a dirty nigger" had elicited simultaneous feelings of revulsion and arousal that made no sense together. But there they were. He was right. She looked up. "And," she started, her voice low and thick with desire. "And do most white women follow through on that um, attraction?" Jake gave a half-smile, looked her right in the eyes. "All the time. Some say it helps 'em get past their racist attitudes, others don't care. They just gotta get 'em some black dick every once in a while to satisfy that urge to be bad. You? I think you'd be the first kind, wanting to get over it, though I'm not sure you ever would, not totally. He stepped one step closer. Abby stepped one step back. "Oh.. I don't know, I don't think I'm really that racist, I mean, I never thought about race stuff much growing up, let alone hear anything about a black man's reputation. What's that about anyways?" Jake chuckled. "Oh. My. God. You really were a sheltered little white girl, weren't you? You never heard any of your girlfriends talking about how big a black man's dick is supposed to be? How we're all hung like horses?" Abby shook her head in shock, her hand over her mouth. "Yeah, lotta white women come to a black man 'cause she thinks she's gonna get a foot long dick for her pussy as well. That's just stupid. Very few guys that big, or even close. Bigger'n the white guys you've been with? Probably. I mean, I never had any of 'em complain, but not all that horse hung stuff. At all this plain talk about the size of black men's penises, Abby had turned beet red. She could feel her skin burn, from her chest right to her hairline. "Well, no, I never heard any of that. But.. but I think you were right, about some of that other stuff. I hate to admit it, but when you talked about how some of us just want to do something bad, dirty, and that we're attracted to black men because of it, it, it felt, right." Jake nodded once, but other than that, he didn't move. Didn't speak. Just looked deep into Abby's eyes, motionless. A black obelisk that could see into her soul. He seemed quite content to let her decide for herself, to come to him on her own. Or not. He wanted her. She could see that, but his patience and confidence were so apparent that in that moment she knew she'd do it. She's sleep with him. Sooner or later, she'd fuck him. She took one step closer. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, perhaps in appreciation, perhaps in victory. She didn't know, but it hastened the next step, and the next. Then she was back in his arms, looking up at him. At 5'6", Abby wasn't exactly short, but she wasn't tall either. Jake wasn't immense, but he was an inch or two over six feet tall, so her neck bent well back when she reached up to kiss him again. This time there was no hesitation. When their lips met Abby's mouth opened to his tongue and she tangled hers with it in a desperate dance of want and need. Something low and guttural emerged from her throat, a feral desire she'd never felt before. She had thought she loved her ex. And sex with him, at least at first, had been sweet and caring, but she had never WANTED a man like she wanted Jake in this moment. Jake, for his part, seemed quite comfortable with what was going on. His hands took a leisurely journey down Abby's back until the cupped her firm bottom and then he pulled her close, pressing her into himself while the kiss went on and on. When at last they came up for air, Abby was breathless, her face flushed and with a slight sheen of sweat. "Oh, wow, Jake, I don't do this, really, I don't." He nodded that same self-assured nod. "It's okay. You'll get used to it, now that you know what you want." "And what do I want?" she asked coquettishly. "You want a strong black man to fuck you senseless. I know that look." He chuckled. "It's that common, is it?" "I don't know about common, but it's not unusual, not in my experience. So now you know. Whatcha gonna do about it?" Abby stood there in confusion and indecision for several silent moments. The air conditioning came back on and the rush of cool air on her cheek seemed to wake her up. "Should I.. undress?" "Seems like a good start," he replied, smiling. He leaned his large frame back against a post of her bed and crossed his arms. This was the first time Abby'd gotten a good look at the elongated tent in his jeans. She gasped. "I know, it's bigger, but not some monster cock. It'll fit. 'Specially since you've had a baby." Abby chuckled nervously and started pulling off clothes. Tee shirt, bra.. her 32c breasts fell free and drew an admiring "mm hmm" from Jake.. then she had to wiggle out of her tight jeans and finally push her panties to the floor.. she stood up and stepped out of them, stark naked. Jake just looked at her. "Do you... approve?" she asked quietly. "Oh, yes, very much, I just wanted a moment to soak you in before we get busy. Would you like me to undress myself? Or would you like to do it?" Abby giggled girlishly "Oh, that sounds like fun, let me do it!" She stepped closer to this man she barely knew, this man whose skin color she knew she should stay away from, and started to push his tee shirt over his broad chest. There was a smattering of tightly curled chest here here and there, but not a lot. His chest was strong, muscular. His abdomen firm, but not chiseled. She kissed his chest while she pushed the shirt over his head. Then she stood close and looked up at him while she fumbled with his belt, the heavy button on his jeans. Then the zipper. It was so quiet that the sound of it unzipping sounded like it echoed in the room. Abby knelt slowly and hooked her fingers into his jeans and his boxers and tugged them down, down, down until his cock sprang free and bounced off her forehead. She gasped and laughed. "Oh, shit!" Abby looked up and his eyes were locked onto hers. She wrapped both hands around his thick, long shaft and began to stroke it, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Then she licked it.. Right at the end, the sensitive underside of the head and she felt a thrill when he gasped and tensed, and his cock jumped in her hands. She was enormously pleased to see that she could give him such pleasure. Though she had to open a good bit wider for Jake than she ever had with her ex, Abby still put this glorious member as far into her mouth as it would comfortably go, and started to suck and bob on it with vigor. Jake was leaning back against the bed again, hands to either side on the bed, watching her enjoy his cock. He noted with approval that she'd taken one hand off his cock and was now furiously frigging her pussy with two fingers. "Yep, that's good.. get it good and ready for me, Abby. I'm gonna plow that pussy deep in a minute." Abby groaned audibly on his cock when he said it, letting him know how badly she wanted to feel just that. "Of course, I don't carry condoms. Don't believe in "em." "Doesn't matter. On the pill" she blurted out before going back to work on his cock. This went on for a few more minutes. Abby alternately bobbed and slurped on his cock or just stroked and kissed it while her fingers flew between her legs. When Jake noted that she had started trying to wedge a third finger into her pussy he stopped her. "Lookin' good, white girl. Get up on the bed, let me make sure you're ready." Abby scrambled up onto the bed and lay back with her hips near the edge of the bed.. She spread herself wide, displaying to Jake her glistening vulva and the labia between. They shone in the afternoon light, layered with her juices. "Lookin' good and wet," commented Jake.. "Let's see how tight this is going to be." He slipped one finger into her easily.. Moving it in and out a bit to thoroughly moisten it. Then he put two fingers into her while she looked on. His were considerably thicker than Abby's fingers, so where she had gotten three into her sopping cunt, his two fit quite snugly. "Hmm.. yeah.. tight. Don't worry, I'll take my time." and with that, he lifted Abby's ankles to his shoulders and guided the head of his cock to her juicy pussy. Abby couldn't speak. She just propped herself on her elbows and stared while he began to wedge that fat cockhead into her cunt. She gasped and squirmed and wondered what it must be like to have a cock like this if you'd never had a child. She bit her lip and looked up at Jake sheepisly. "I guess I'm not as um, as opened up as I thought I was." Jake chuckled. "No surprise. Unless you had that baby real recent, ain't no white dick gets you ready for a black one." He pushed another inch of his swollen member into her. She grunted, grimaced, nodded to let him know she wanted more. Abby looked down as he worked himself deeper and deeper with each firm stroke. What the hell was she doing. This was a man she'd only known for a day, and a black man at that. Between her legs. Apparently her confusion was visible on her face because Jake noticed it. "Oh, I know, this is where the nice white lady asks herself how she wound up spreading her pretty legs for a black man, a black cock. Well, I fucked enough o' ya over the years, I think I got it figured out pretty good." Stroke, stroke, stroke. He didn't stop, just steadily introduced more and more of her distended vagina. She listened and watched as it clung to his shaft with each out-stroke like it didn't want him to leave. "Yep, ya'll see us black guys, us "niggers" as like something forbidden, someone your momma would be ashamed of you for fucking. And that makes the fucking a lot better. It's not just fucking any more, it's fucking a black man, a nigger. And that gets you all wet and horny. And ya know, it's about the only time that racist shit works for a black man, but it does." "It works." As he said that, he buried that last of his large cock into her pussy, pressed himself against her, his balls resting between the cheeks of her ass, his groin pressed against her engorged clitoris. "And now it's gonna work for the both of us." He withdrew himself several inches and with a long even thrust pushed himself balls deep again. "Oh, yes, this is gonna work real good!" he grunted. "This is some real nice white pussy." He chuckled bent over her and started to fuck her, seriously fuck her. Abby's eyes grew wide, fastened on his as he stared down into her dilated pupils with satisfaction. "Huh, huh, huh," he grunted. Abby chirped in chorus with him, her shrill squeals forced from her with the impact of every stroke. He would long stroke her for a while, rocking the bed as their bodies collided. Then he'd straighten up a little and fuck her harder, faster, only moving two or three of his fat, rigid inches in and out of her, keeping himself mostly inside her, keeping her feeling full. Her feet waggled in the air, suspended on either side of his head. Her tits bounced up and down over her chest with the violent shaking of her body. It wasn't long before her squeals got louder, higher, longer. When her first orgasm hit her she was barely conscious of thinking.. "I can't do this.. can't cum like this for some black man.." But she did. She came with a spine cracking intensity she'd never felt before. She vaginal walls clenched him ferociously, but still her went on, pounding her cunt with pile-driver blows. When her vision cleared she looked up at him again and saw the wild pleasure etched into his old black face. Then she knew that he too got a special pleasure out of fucking a white woman, maybe like she did fucking him. He let her legs down off his shoulders. Pulled out completely. Abby groaned in disappointment. "It's okay, I'm on the pill, you don't have to pull out." "No, that's not it. Scoot up on the bed, I wanna be on top of you, wanna cover you up when I cum in ya." He motioned with both hands. Abby moved back, lay back, opened her legs again. When she did, she noticed how puffy and red her labia were, so engorged they looked almost angry. With two fingers she parted them, inviting him in. "Ohhhh.. god, yesssss." she hissed when he climbed up and pushed his stiff cock inside her again, slowly, evenly until they were belly to belly and she could feel his heat and hardness in her deepest recesses. "I don't know about all that crap you said before, but I sure do know I love the way you feel inside me, the way we look joined together. Jake nodded. "Me too." Then he propped himself on his fists and lifted his hips. When he resumed fucking her this time it was somehow different. He wasn't just having fun. She could feel it. He was driving toward a goal, a purpose. His expression was edged with a tinge of anger. She felt him mining a lifetime of racial slights and injustices in preparation for their release when he filled her with his black semen. The reality of it shook her. She grabbed him with both hands, pulled him down on top of her. His huge torso pressed her into the mattress, buried her under his bulk while his hips continued to thrust mercilessly into her pussy, driving her into one orgasm, then another. She clung to him desperately, hooking her feet around his legs, her arms around his chest. She buried her face in his shoulder and whimpered incessantly. As her next orgasm began to blossom she felt his rhythm change, his cock swell even bigger inside her. ""Oh, yes, Jake, yes.. do it.. cum for me, Jake! Do it! Put your seed in me!" she heard herself yelling. "You want that? You want my nigger seed in your belly?" he grunted. "Yes! Yes, I want it. DO it!" she cried and came again, bucking uncontrollably beneath him while his magnficent cock gushed hot thick cum into her cunt. He yelled. She yelled, they thrashed against one another until he'd emptied himself and collapsed heavily on top of her, both of them gasping for breath. Abby felt his cock begin to shrink, to soften while he was still deep inside. As long as his cock was, she enjoyed the sensation for a long time before his limp member slipped from her pussy and his cum dribbled out of her. She shivered with pleasure. Neither of them talked for a while, but Abby broke the silence. "That was, amazing." Jake chuckled. "Not bad for an old guy, huh?" She patted his butt. "Not bad at all." A pause, then, "Uh, Jake, I loved it and all, but I uh. I can't be doing this again. You understand, right?" Jake's chuckle came from deep in his abdomen. It shook them both. "Oh, I ain't worried. You may be thinking that now, but in a day or two you gonna come runnin' for more. Once a white woman cums like that on a black dick, ain't nothin' keeps her away." Abby laughed politely. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that." Jake rolled off her. "I guess we just will." He wiped himself clean with the corner of the top sheet. ""I'd best be going. My Beverly's gonna wonder where I've gone to." Abby just realized that, on top of fucking a black man, she'd also just fucked a married one. "Oh. god.. I. didn't think. I.. I'm sorry." "You apologize too much. Beverly wouldn't care, even if she knew. I think she's just as glad I don't want to fuck her so much. She don't get off on black dick like you do." He was dressing again, pulling on his clothes as though this were the most normal thing in the world. Maybe it was, for him. "Nah, I just don't want her to worry." Abby lay on her side, naked and leaking as she watched him leave with a mock salute. "I'll be seein' ya." She didn't say anything, just let him go, then she collapsed into the deepest sleep she'd had in months. And she dreamed of him. And of his cock.

My brother is a hunk. I had never thought about him in a really sexual way until just a few months ago. I had always admired how well built and athletic he was, but thinking of him as a fuck buddy had never really crossed my mind. That is until this past summer. John was just going to graduate from high school and I was in my sophomore year in college. John had called me about coming to tour our campus and spending the weekend to find out about college life. I live on a coed floor with my roommate, Kami, so I talked to her about how we could arrange to have John stay with us. "He can sleep in my bed with me!" Was her first response. "I don't think I would be able to sleep in this room with my brother screwing you and you moaning and screaming the way you do." I laughed. "Well, these pictures of your brother have gotten me off on more than one occasion." Kami taunted, as she rubbed her crotch and pushed her pelvis toward one of the photos I had of John and I. "Kami, you are twisted. How do you think I could sleep in here knowing that my brother was in bed with you going at it? Now stop rubbing yourself, please!" I replied. We later talked about just letting John sleep on our floor, but then Kami said she would either stay at her boyfriends or she would sleep in one of our friends rooms so that John could have a bed. As the weekend of John's arrival approached, Kami brought up what we would do to entertain him. "I know." She started. "How about we get him to enter the male strip competition at Roscoe's?" She questioned. I laughed. "You can't be serious. I'm not going to have my brother stripping for you while he is up here." "Well, I'm not the only one who would add money to the till to see him strip down to nothing." She commented. "Besides, you seem to have always enjoyed yourself at Roscoe's for every other performance there." She jibed. "Well, none of those involved my brother." I retorted. "So don't look up at his face! Just keep your eyes on the prize, as you say! She chuckled. "Damn, you are warped, Kami!" I replied Well, that Friday night, after touring campus and sitting in on a couple of my classes, John, Kami and I were sipping a few cold ones, when Kami threw the idea out to John. "Hey, John?" She questioned. "How would you like to make a couple of hundred bucks while you are here?" "Oh yeah, and how would I do that?" My brother responded. "Well, you could have some fun while you did it." Kami teased. "All you have to do is win the male stripper competition at this all ages club that your sister and I go to every now and then." "What?" John laughed. "My big sister watches male strippers? Who would have guessed? But I'm not so sure I could do that in front of my big sister." He continued. "Ah, come on." Kami replied. "There are at least 10 girls on our floor that would pay extra to see you strip there, even if you don't win." I was somewhat embarrassed and blushing at Kami's comments and John's seeming willingness to go along. Not to mention the fact that thinking of my friends paying to see my brother take his clothes off was a bit unthinkable. "So you don't think I could win the grand prize?" John huffed. "Well, let me tell you, I've got some sweet dance moves and I haven't seen a guy here who has a body as buff as mine." John chided. "Well," Kami replied. "If you do win the guys competition, maybe I will compete in the women's." She stated. I thought that Kami must have had a few too many beers and replied, "Yea right, you're gonna get up on that stage and strip for my brother?" "If, and I say if, he wins, maybe I will." Kami responded. "Oh, now you have my interest." John replied as he looked my roommate up and down. "Tell you what, I'll do it if you promise you will dance too." John looked at Kami and ME! "No way!" I responded. "I'm not getting up on stage and taking my clothes off for a bunch of guys, let alone my own brother!" I stated. "Come on Nicole." Kami jumped in. "It will be a good time. Just think, it will give us both a chance at the women's prize and a bunch of fun too! Now how bout we all have a shot and I'll round up the rest of the floor." "I'll go, but no promises from me on getting on stage." I replied. "That's good enough for now." Kami replied as she headed out our door to round up our friends. The club wasn't very full when we arrived and the doorman didn't even bother to check our ID's, even though we all had fakes, including John. He just strapped the yellow, "21" bracelets on us and let us in. "First round is on me." Kami, stated. "But we have to go to the bar and sign up to compete and get our drinks." Kami talked with the bartender for a minute as we all hung behind, then she said, "The bartender says there is no charge for the first 3 rounds, if the three of us are going to enter the competition. So what do you say Nicole?" I thought for a moment and I guess the beers we had before we arrived must have taken over, "All right." Was the next thing I heard coming from my mouth. Kami and John high fived each other and I wanted to instantly take back my agreement. But before I knew what was happening, the bartender had lined up 9 shots of Bacardi 151. Three for each of us. "Oh, and one other thing." The bartender threw in. "You each have to do these as body shots off of each other, for the show." "You're joking." I replied. "No, it's part of our new promo with the Bacardi distributor," he responded. "So feel free to take the stage and do your body shots now." He smiled. Kami and John quickly grabbed the shots and I grudgingly followed. Kami lay down on the stage first and all of our friends began to holler and applaud. Thank god there weren't too many other people there yet, because Kami slowly wriggled her pants down past her hips. I could see where her clearly visible tan line and I knew if she went any further, my brother wouldn't have to wait any longer to see her pussy! "Kami! I commanded. "Stop right there or no one will have to wait to see you strip." "Relax," she laughed. "I am just giving Johnny a little motivation." She smirked and winked at John. "Now pour your shot into my belly button and lap away, John." She directed. John didn't hesitate. He poured his shot into Kami's drawn in stomach, swirled his tongue around her navel are and down to her tan line, then sucked up the shot. Kami got goose bumps and for some reason, I got jealous. "Now off of me, John!" I commanded. I lay down next to Kami and opened the fly on my jeans to reveal my entire midsection and the beginning of my pubic mound. I was well aware that my brother could now see most of my clean shaven mons, but for some reason, found this competition against Kami, arousing. Once again, I sucked in my stomach and John poured his shot into my belly button. He swirled his tongue around my midsection, just the way he had with Kami. Then my brother shocked me by slipping his tongue below my pant level and I felt his hot breath as he darted his tongue into the very top of my pussy slit. I nearly lost my breath. I had been holding my stomach in and was about ready to exhale a reprimand directed toward John for his actions when the crowd began to go wild. Apparently a large group of guys from school had arrived and were cheering as my brother gulped his shot from my navel. I felt the juices begin to flow in my pussy. Damn, this wasn't supposed to happen! I wasn't supposed to get sexually excited by my brother and the cheering crowd! What was happening to me? Not to be outdone, Kami began to writhe on the floor and slowly raise her tummy shirt. She had now clearly exposed her breasts to John and I and was pinching her nipples as John slowly poured his last shot onto her exposed breasts and licked away at her boobs! I felt my competitive juices, as well as others, begin to flow. I too raised my shirt, exposing my firm tits to my brother and everyone else! All I could hear were the chants of "MORE, MORE, MORE!" from the crowd as my brother dribbled his last shot onto my exposed breasts, took my nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. My nipples were the hardest they had ever been! John licked first one tit and then the other! Damn, I was getting wet! My pussy seemed on fire! The crowd continued to chant as my brother nursed my tits and slowly licked the liquid from my breasts. "Mmmm, Nicole, your tits are dee-licious!" John whispered into my ear as his hand brushed against my tummy and he slipped his hand inside the front of my jeans. My pussy gushed and my clit hardened as I felt his finger brush against it. But, just as quickly, it disappeared. Now Kami was pouring her shot over my tits and licking them! John joined in again. It was hot enough to have my brother licking my tits, but now my roommate was too! Jesus, I was over the edge! The next thing I know, several of the girls from my floor, had gotten on stage and were pouring shots onto my body. Several landed in my crotch area and the next thing I knew, Kami and John were taking turns sucking on my pussy through my pants! That was more than I could take! I was so frigging horny, I had to have some relief! I jumped up, grabbed my brothers and Kami's hand and we all ran out of the club! I could still hear the crowd cheering form inside as Kami and I both pulled our shirts back down. We were in the parking lot but I was unsure what to do or say! "We have to get out of here." I finally muttered. We got into my brothers car. All three of us in the front seat. Kami was in the middle and John was driving. As we pulled out of the lot, John noticed the drive thru liquor store across the street. "How bout we continue this back at your room." John quizzed us. "I'm up for it!" Kami jumped in. I was still a bit tipsy from our beers earlier and my head wasn't thinking as I said, "Me too!" As soon as we pulled away from the liquor store window, Kami had pulled John's cock from his pants. I'm not sure who was more shocked. John or I, that his dick was now clearly exposed to Kami and I. He was truly impressive. His cock was hard instantly and I am guessing just over 8 inches. As Kami's mouth engulfed my brothers cock, I slid my pants down and began to finger my soaking wet pussy. John nearly went off the road on several occasions as he strained, watching me squeezing my tits and playing with my pussy, as my roommate sucked on his hard cock. "OK, OK, Kami, you have to stop before I blow my load and kill all of us! My brother struggled Kami raised her head and gave me a wanton look. I had never seen this from her before. We both had been naked around each other, but I never thought that either of us had sexual feelings toward the other. How quickly that changed. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment, but as Kami looked at me, she lifted my hand from my crotch, pulled my pussy soaked fingers to her mouth, sucked my juices from them and stated, "You have to wait too, baby!" For the next few moments, nothing was said and we all chugged heartily from the bottle of 151. I was hotter than ever and all I cared about was quenching this fire. Kami gently caressed my breasts and said, "Well lets cover up all of these yummy play things until we get up to our room. Agreed?" I pulled my pants up as John pulled into our parking lot and his cock had gone down enough to slip back into his pants. We all nearly sprinted for our room and locked the door behind us. Kami was standing behind me and John was in front. As one of Kami's hands groped my breasts, she slid my pants to the floor with the other. John saw her struggling and was soon on his knees in front of me, pulling them the rest of the way down. Here I was, my roommate slipping her hands under my shirt and slowly kneading my tits, while my baby brother was on his knees, now lapping away at my exposed slit. I lifted one leg and rested against Kami's chest as John slipped one leg from my pants, freeing me to spread my legs wider. My knee's weakened and I slowly crumpled to the floor with John now darting his tongue in and out of my dripping pussy. I was extremely aroused by my brother tongue fucking me and his fingers probing my wet slit as he began to suck on my clitoris. Kami was removing her clothes and was soon straddling my face. I began to hesitantly flick my tongue over her wet slit and clit. It was a new sensation for me. I won't deny that I had sometimes thought about sex with another woman, but not my roommate and my brother! As John continued to stimulate my pussy with his tongue and fingers, I was soon greedily lapping away at and finger fucking my roomie! We were all moaning and then I realized that John had stood to remove his clothes. I stopped my licking to admire his sculpted body and rock hard cock. It aroused me more to know that my brother had gotten so hard from eating his sister's pussy! I now wanted him inside me! I wanted my baby brother to fuck my lights out! "Oh, God, John. Put that awesome cock inside of me!" I huskily commanded! "Not so fast, baby." Kami stammered. "I want to watch your hunky brother fuck your lights out to and then finish on me, but not until I get to taste that hard cock of his again and you lick my cunt some more." Kami continued. So I went back to licking her sweet pussy. She was clean shaven, like me, and tasted fantastic. I rapidly licked her wet hole, fingered her and rubbed her hard clit as she hungrily sucked on my brothers cock. After what seemed like hours but was really only minutes, Kami said, "Are you ready for this hard cock now Nicole? I think your baby brother would just love to feel his cock slide into his sisters yummy, tight pussy. Wouldn't you Johnny boy? "Oh, yeah." John responded. "I want to fuck my sisters sweet cunt." I was so wet as Kami dismounted my face and guided my brothers throbbing cock down to my wet pussy. Kami held his cock as he lay down on top of me. She guided him to my wet slit and ran his cock head over my wet pussy. I looked down to admire his cock and could see the glistening pre-cum stretching from his hard cock to my wet slit. Kami was teasing us both. Then suddenly she plunged his cock head into me. My brothers cock was now inside the entrance of my pussy. Kami pulled the puffy mound of my cunt open and my brother drove the entire length of his long, fat, cock into my tight waiting pussy. I gasped as he filled me up. I don't think I had ever experienced such a filling cock. My brother was now pumping in and out of my spread pussy. Kami lay beside us and began to finger her pussy as she watched my brothers cock slide in and out of me. "MMMM, Oh yeah, Johnny, fuck your big sisters cunt. Fuck that forbidden cunt good! Feel how wet that cunt is for her baby brother's hard cock. Fuck her cunt! Fuck that cunt! Feel your sister push that cunt up on you. Her cunt wants you!" Kami cursed. Her use of the word cunt got me hotter! I usually don't like the word, but as my brother filled me and withdrew, I began to repeat Kami's words. "Oh yes, baby brother! Fuck your big sisters CUNT! This wet cunt wants you so bad! Fuck my cunt. Fuck the cunt. My CUNT, MY CUNT IS SO FUCKING WET FOR YOUR COCK! FUCK THIS CUNT, IT'S YOUR CUNT! FUCK ME HARD. FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM! FILL THIS CUNT UP!" I ordered. Kami's hand once again gripped the base of my brothers cock as I felt him enlarge inside of me and I knew he was just a few strokes from cumming inside me. My pussy gripped him as he took one last plunge and the pulsing of his cock stimulated my inner pussy. The muscles of my cunt worked his cock to draw all of his cum into me. He panted. "Oh yes, I'm coming inside my big sisters tight cunt! You feel so fucking good Nicole! I love my big sister's cunt. I want to fuck this cunt forever! OH god yes! John's pulsing gradually subsided as he lay on me. Our sweaty bodies nearly melting together. I wanted this feeling to last forever. I never wanted John to take his cock from inside my wet pussy. He was gradually shirking and began to slip out of me. I felt sad for a moment, but still so satisfied. Kami interrupted my thoughts. "Now it's my turn to feel that stiff cock inside my wet cunt! Nicole, she commanded, It's your turn to suck your baby brother's cock back to life, so that I can have my turn. I want to watch you watch your brother's big cock slide into my wet cunt. Put your cock in her mouth, Johnny! Make your big sister suck all of her naughty pussy juices off of your cock and get you hard again. Lick up you pussy juices and your baby brothers cum, Nicole." John lifted from me and placed his nearly flaccid cock at my lips. I was about to begin sucking my baby brother's cock. He had just filled my wet pussy with his cum and now I was sucking our mixed juices from his cock. In just a matter of a few moments, he was getting hard again. I cupped his shaved ball sack with my hand as I lavished his dick. Damn he tasted good. Our cum juices tasted good. I liked having my brother's hardening cock in my mouth, even as I felt our fluids begin to flow out of my pussy. It seemed like gallons of cum were dripping from me as I suck John. "Oh my sexy roommate is getting her brother hard again. Johnny likes fucking his sister's mouth too, don't you Johnny? Get hard inside of my roommate's sweet mouth. Yes." Then Kami slipped a finger inside my pussy and swirled it around. My pussy was still so hot. She fingered me for a moment, then inserted a second and third finger. My pussy had been stretched and now my mouth was being too. My brother was holding the back of my head as I tried to take all of him into my mouth. Kami had used our cum to coat her fingers and I could feel her probing around my damp schpincter. She slowly worked her fingers in and out of both my pussy and tight ass hole. I had refused this to boyfriends before, but somehow, nothing seemed out of bounds with her now. Her fingers were arousing me, again, as was my brother's now fully erect cock in my mouth. "He looks like he's hard again, Nicole. Is his cock hard enough to stick into your roommates pussy now?" She questioned, as she shoved her fingers into my anus and pussy! "MMMM, he's hard for you now Kami." I responded. "I want to watch my baby brother fuck your tight pussy. I want to see his cock go inside of you nice shaved cunt. Now you will be his CUNT! Give your cunt to my baby brother. Take his cock and cum inside your juicy cunt!" I encouraged. Kami stood and bent over her desk. "I want you to fuck me from behind, Johnny. Guide your brothers cock into my wet cunt, Nicole. I want him to fuck my tight cunt hole. Fuck this cunt now, John! John reached out to hold Kami's slender hips and I pulled his cock up to her open pussy. Her puffy shaved pussy lips looked beautiful. I felt happy for my brother as I slowly pushed his cock into Kami's tight hole. She moaned as I removed my hand and John buried himself inside Kami. They both stood motionless for a moment, apparently enjoying the sensation of being joined. Then suddenly, Kami began to rapidly push back and withdraw from my brothers hard cock. I moved to the side to watch as my brother's hard cock would disappear then reappear from within Kami's smooth, wet pussy. "Oh yes, John. Fuck that sweet cunt like you fucked me. Fuck her like you fucked your big sisters pussy! Your fucking dick is so nice. Let Kami feel that hard, slick cock way up inside of her wet CUNT. Use her cunt. Her cunt is yours! Fuck that cunt." I commanded, much as Kami had with me. I was so turned on again. I got hot watching my brother fucking my roommate. I reached up and pinched John's nipples as he fucked Kami from behind. His chest was so muscular and I cupped his big pectoral muscles and watched his as flex as he drove into Kami's pussy. I then pushed some books aside, and slid on to of Kami's desk. I positioned my pussy in front of her face and waited for her begin her magic on my cunt as she took a pounding from my brothers cock. As she rocked back and forth from her fucking, she would lap at my pussy with each thrust. I leaned back and pulled my legs to my chest. Kami began to lick the entire length of my slit, from my pussy opening to my puckered ass hole. Kami licked and moaned as John watched her eating my ass and pussy. I was moaning and writhing as I came again. Kami's head fell flat against the desk and her hair pushed against my pussy as my brother was surely filling her cunt with his cum. "Yes, baby brother. Cum up inside that wet, hot, pussy! Let her feel you fill her like you filled me. Pump that cum into her tight cunt hole." John's thrusts shortened and I knew he had nearly finished pumping his load inside of Kami's pussy. Then he just stopped and held her slender hips as he pulled her tight against him. They both were motionless, except for their heavy breathing. I knew the glow that I could see in Kami's sweaty face. My brother still had his eyes closed as he reached down to pick Kami up from below her knee joints. He slowly lifted her, and with his cock still inside her, took the few short steps back to her bed. He sat down, still buried inside her pussy. I got up from the desk top and walked over to where they were seated. I lowered my face to Kami's pussy, and began to lick what was exposed of my brothers shaft. I licked his still taught ball sack and the small amount of shaft that wasn't still inside of Kami. Kami shook as my tongue then ran up and down the puffy outer lips and mons of her pussy. "Oh, jesus." She moaned. "I'm not sure how much more stimulation my cunny can handle." She slowly began to rock back and forth on my brother's slowly softening cock. I could taste her pussy juices mixed with John's cum. oozing from her loosening pussy grip. Gradually, John's cock slipped out of Kami and I finished lapping up their cum. Kami, fell back onto John and I crawled into bed with the two of them. As we all began to regain our senses we snuggled together in the bed. It was only after a few moments that I realized that some our friends were knocking at our door and shouting. "Hey you guys, let us in! We want some too!" None of us moved but gradually drifted off to sleep, together. It wasn't until the next day that we found out how our friend Laura had used a small mirror and her camera phone and it's video capabilities to take several incriminating pictures and short footage, from under the door!

1 As my 19th birthday was approaching, I started to really hear it from a couple of my friends. “I can’t believe you are almost 19 and you still haven’t done it.” Julie would taunt. “You don’t know what you’re missing, there’s nothing like riding the high hard one to relieve all of this stress during finals.” Someone else would chime in. I wasn’t completely naive about sex. I had several serious relationships with guys and had done nearly everything except let them fuck me. It’s not like I hadn’t wanted to have sex, it was just that I wanted it to be with the right guy at the right time. Call me a romantic, but the back seat of a car or the couch in my parents basement, with them right upstairs and my brother, lord only knows where, lurking about, never really made me feel comfortable with going all the way. My roommate in college had offered to spend the night somewhere else so that I could do the deed in our room without worry, but I just hadn’t met the guy I wanted to do it with at school. Not that there weren’t plenty of guys willing to take my cherry! I had even had tried a little girl on girl experimentation with one of my friends when my roommate had needed our room for one of her many sexual encounters. Kori, my roommate, was somewhat less particular with the guys than I was. On a couple of occasions she had even had sex while I was in the room. I would pretend to be asleep and would open my eyes just enough to watch her performing all kinds of acts with her partners. Sometimes she would even leave her desk light on so that I would have a clear view of some of the large cocks that she would take in her mouth and clean shaven pussy. I swear that she was hoping I was watching because there were times when she would make sure that her pussy was aimed in my direction while her lover either licked her in a 69 position or give me a clear view of her guiding her lovers cock into her wet pussy. The night that I spent at my friend Joanne’s room was a bit of serendipity. She and I had been out to a local club, using our fake ID’s, and letting guys buy us drinks all night long. We had ended up doing a couple of body shots off of each others stomachs, after receiving a dare from a couple of guys. I was shocked at how marvelous it felt having Joanne suck the liquor out my belly button and lick the remaining liquid from my entire stomach and up near my chest. She had “accidentally” placed a hand on my left breast and I instantly felt my nipple harden and the warm tingly sensation between my legs told me that this excited me. We had rejected all of the guys’ proposals to take us home when we had finally decided to leave the club. We had danced with a few of them and shared a couple of dances together. Somehow our dancing together seemed to be more erotic to me then the dances with the guys. We had been bumping and grinding with each other and the sensation of Joanne’s hot, sweaty, body against mine was very sensual. When we finally arrived back at Joanne’s dorm room, we were both a bit tipsy. She had a room of her own since her roommate had left school after the first semester. We had laughed and joked all the way home about the horny guys we had left behind. It was then that Joanne revealed to me how she was glad we had left the guys behind, because she was really attracted to me and that she had always found me sexy. I was a bit taken aback by her forward statements, but somehow I found myself leaning toward her and sharing a very intimate kiss. I didn’t try to pull away as she pushed her tongue into my mouth and felt her hand reach under my tank-top to gently caress my breast. I felt myself getting really turned on and spread my legs slightly as Joanne lowered her hand to my thigh and began to slide her hand up under my short skirt and close to my now tingling pussy. Her hand pushed the small, damp, patch of fabric that covered my steamy cunt aside and she gently slid her finger up and down my moist slit. She began to tenderly caress my clit. I was putty in her hands. Our kissing became more passionate, Joanne alternated licking my neck, tugging on my lips and plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. I greedily sucked her tongue into my mouth and squirmed as she continued to caress me. I was getting really hot! It wasn’t long before Joanne had undressed me and was now removing her own clothes. I couldn’t help but let my finger dip into my own pussy as I admired the fine curves of her body, her small pert breasts, topped with the strawberry pink nipples appropriate for her fair skin. Her pale and freckled skin was a sharp contrast to my dark complexion and raven hair. I lustily admired her clean shaved pussy and wished that I had not left the little 1” landing strip of jet black hair leading to my womanhood. Joanne reached for my hand. She pulled my finger to her mouth and began to suck my juices from my finger. Then she led me to her bed. She gently pushed me back on the bed and whispered. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Kimmie. Let me show you how good I can make you feel.” I was beyond the point of no return. I lay back and began to experience the most beautiful and gentle lovemaking of my life! This was not like the rough groping of the boys I had been with. This was a person who seemed to genuinely care about how good I felt and was set on letting me experiencing my femininity and sexuality. My body began to quake and tremble as I reached orgasm after orgasm. Joanne’s expert tongue and gentle strokes in and around my pussy pushed me over the edge so many times I had lost count! My first multi-orgasmic experience happened with another woman! Wow, I never would have thought it possible. When I could take no more, I pushed Joanne’s head from between my legs. She held me close as my body continued to gently convulse. When I was finally able to recuperate I began to explore her body. I rolled over on top of her and gently began to suckle one and then the other of her pink nipples. I experienced the sensation of fondling breasts, other than my own. Her small, pear shaped, breasts were luscious! When Joanne began to push my head downward, I knew what she wanted. I had never seen another girl’s pussy close up, nor had I licked one, but at this point I was more than willing. I wanted to reciprocate! I wanted to see if I could cause Joanne to orgasm the way she had made me! I truly wanted to have her pussy in my mouth while my tongue and fingers dipped inside of her. I gently kissed my way down her stomach, kissing and sucking the puffy, shaved, flesh around her cunt. I got the first whiff of her musky scent and then used my tongue to run completely up and down her soaked slit. I pushed my tongue into her wet hole and then began to suck on her blood engorged clitoris. Her skin was so soft, the gentle folds of her feminine flower, being a wonderful experience. Her nectar was delicious and I soon found myself working my tongue from her tiny puckered pink anus to her delicious pussy and clit. I was lost in devouring her sweet cunt and ass! Her hips began to buck and I felt her pubic bone bruise my lip. This did not deter me; it was my turn to push Joanne over the edge time and time again! My fingers probed her pussy as I continued to lick her sweet clit. I even dared to gently push my little finger gently inside the first inch of her anus, thinking about how I enjoyed this when I masturbated. She also seemed to enjoy this and pushed her bottom down, taking all of my finger inside her tiny butt hole. I wriggled my pinkie about as I felt her ass cheeks clench. I was now working my index finger inside her pussy, tickling her g-spot, as my pinkie slipped easily in and out of her anus. “Oh God yes!” Joanne moaned as I felt her climax. The inner canal of her vagina tightened around my finger and the juices flowed from her delectable pussy! I eagerly lapped at her cunt and swallowed all of the delicious cunt juices that I could. Her orgasms continued, she collapsed, pulled away from me, and assumed a fetal position. I cuddled up behind her, pushing my breasts against her back. I reached around and held one of her breasts as her trembling subsided. Her breathing became deep and I knew she had drifted off into blissful sleep. I would soon join her, but not until I had greedily sniffed and licked her juices from all of my fingers. I relished the scent of her anus that covered my little finger. I fell asleep with my new lover in my arms! 2 “Happy 19, baby sis!” My brother John saluted as we downed yet another shot. “Thanks bro, but this has to be the last one! I don’t think I will be able to walk after this! Besides, my birthday was over 2 weeks ago.” I retorted, after finishing off lord only knows how many in a long line of Stoli lemon drops. “Well, it isn’t my fault that you couldn’t make it home for your birthday dinner until now. Are you sure you’re ready to leave? I was just getting warmed up!” My brother boasted. My brother John was only 18 months older than me, not yet 21, but he also had a fake ID. Besides, this club was notorious for serving minors. It had been a nice birthday gift from my brother; he was a construction worker, choosing not to go to college, but to start earning money right out of high school. Apparently, he had already received several promotions and was in charge of his own crew. He had bought a new home and was making great money. He had taken me to one of the nicer restaurants in town and then out for all of these shots! So after a bottle of Dom Paragon with dinner and the lemon drops, I was feeling no pain. As we walked, arms around shoulders, together to John’s new ¾ ton pick-up, I couldn’t help but feel how muscular he had become from his work. He had always been in good shape and I had admired his muscles as a young girl, but now he was a truly buff guy! I could feel my nipple harden as my breast pressed against the strong muscles of his side. What was going on with me? Sure I knew this was my brother, but I felt myself beginning to tingle again at the sensations his hard body was creating. Just by us walking with our arms around each other. I pushed my tit harder against his side and felt even more moisture building between my legs. “I can’t be having these feelings about my brother”, I told myself. But I was! “Hey Johnny boy,” I half slurred, “How bout letting me crash at your place tonight so that I don’t have to face the parents like this?” I tested. “That’s not a problem, sis. Besides, I don’t want them yelling at me for getting you so fucked up! It would probably be safer for both of us if they didn’t see you so wasted!” John chuckled. John released me and reached up to open the door of his truck for me. As I stepped on the running board, I made sure I fell into the seat and gave my brother a clear view of my ass. I had worn a rather short skirt and one of my favorite lace thongs, so I knew there was just a thin piece of fabric that was now up the crack of my ass. I acted as if I were trying to raise myself up, giving my brother an even clearer view of my butt and freshly shaved pussy. John gasped, “Wow, little sister, you are a bit messed up.” I could feel my brother’s eyes taking in my compromising position. I was really getting worked up. “Well, don’t just stand there staring at my ass.” I giggled. “Will you give a girl a hand here? As John moved in to assist me, I crossed my legs around him and pulled him into me. This also caused me to slide forward into him and I felt his hard package press against my butt. “Damn it Kimmie, I can’t help you if you have a leg lock on me!” My brother spoke. “Sorry bro just couldn’t resist teasing you a little!” I pretended to slur again. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re my sister because if I was any other dude I would have made sure to get me some of that nice butt when you fell into my truck.” My brother chided. I just giggled a little more and retorted, “Well, that never used to bother you when we were younger and you used to slip your hands into my nightgown, when you thought I was sleeping.” “What?” John acted surprised. “Come on now, Johnny boy.” I went on. “You remember those hot summer nights when we used to sleep out on the 3 seasons porch.” I knew he remembered! But, I wasn’t sure if he knew I had pretending to sleep and let him touch my most private parts. “You remember,” I reminded him, “How you used to wait until you thought I was asleep and then feel my little tits through my nightgown, then you would reach inside my little panties and run your finger over my wet little slit? “Oh my god.” John uttered. “You were awake when I did that? I have felt guilty for so long about how I would do those things to you!” John confessed. I thought my big brother was going to cry. I now set upright and pulled his head to my chest. My legs still spread with my brother’s waist between them. “John, it’s really ok.” I assured him. “Don’t you think I would have stopped you if I hadn’t enjoyed it myself? I loved the fact that you found me attractive and wanted to touch my body. You are the one who really first made me feel like I was becoming a woman. It’s ok! I was really kind of disappointed when you stopped after that second summer.” John seemed taken aback. “You liked my molesting you when I thought you were sleeping?” He inquired. “Yes I did, I loved it bro. In fact, I wish you had never stopped. You gave me such wonderful feelings! I answered. “And right now I am really hoping that you might want to touch me again.” I whispered into his ear. I had John’s head held firmly against my now fully developed breasts. I reached down, held his hand in mine for a moment, and then guided his strong callused palm under my blouse. At first he attempted to withdraw, I pleaded. “John, I’m still a virgin and I want you to be my first lover. You were always gentle with me and I have never felt such wonderful feelings with any other man.” His hand then began to cup one breast and then the other. I pulled him tighter to me with my legs and began to dry hump his crotch. I could feel his cock, hard inside his pants, pressing into the moist fabric that barely covered my pussy. I released my grip from his head and said, “See brother, I know a part of you that doesn’t have any regrets or guilt feelings now! Let’s go to your house. I pressed my pussy harder against him, and then released my legs from around him. “Besides I think we are beginning to draw a crowd here and I don’t want anyone we know to see us getting it on in the parking lot!” John’s strong hands left my breasts and his eyes lowered to his bulging crotch and my damp panties. I could feel the sticky, wet material pressed into my pussy slit and knew my brother had a perfect view of my puffy cunt. I first slid one leg around in the truck and then the other, making sure to give my brother an even better beaver shot. Damn, I was soaked! As my brother opened his door and hopped into the truck, he questioned, “Kimmie, are you sure this isn’t just the alcohol talking? Do you know what you are saying? I’m not sure that it would be right for us to do what you’re suggesting! I believe it’s even against the law!” I raised my finger to my lips and whispered, “Shhhh, It’s not the booze that’s talking, brother. It’s me. I’ve thought about this long and hard and I want you to make love to me. I’ve got some naughty stories to tell you. I’m not as pure and innocent as you might be thinking, but that will have to wait. Now take us to your place.” I reached over and began to unzip his fly. I reached into his pants to maneuver his hard penis out of its confines. My brother started the truck and pulled from the parking space, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. I took the throbbing head of his cock into my mouth and sucked the droplets of clear liquid from its tip. 3 It was only a few short blocks to my brother’s house. I had just begun to take the full length of his cock into my throat when John blurted, “You’ve gotta stop now Kimmie or I’m going to blow my load right now!” The truck had come to a screeching halt in his garage and the door was beginning to close. I opened my eyes and marveled at the handsome saliva covered cock. I could now clearly gaze at the wonderful spectacle of manhood that I had wrapped my small hand around and had been sliding in and out of my mouth. My brother was just the right length, probably just over 7 inches and his cock was not fat, but nice and slender, like my favorite toy. “I don’t mind if you cum in my mouth, John.” I mumbled as I returned to sucking him. “Damn it, Kimmie,” he breathed huskily. I want you to swallow my cum, just not here, not in the truck like this.” He continued. “Let’s go inside and do this right, if we’re really going to do this. Not like a couple of high school kids in my truck.” He opened his door, and I released his cock from my mouth, knowing that I would be able to enjoy him more outside the confines of his truck. He slid out and I watched him unbuckle his pants and try to place his rigid member back inside his pants. My brother wasn’t wearing any underwear and I had a clear shot of his muscular butt as he attempted to place his beautiful cock back into his jeans. He must have somehow managed to get it in and tugged to get his pants back over his firm buttocks. John walked to my side of the truck and opened my door. When John held his hand out to help me down, I spread my legs wide and questioned, “Wanna see if my little pussy still looks the same?” I pulled my thong aside and gave my brother a wide open shot of my wet cunt. “You’ve made your little sister all wet again big brother, just like the old days.” I lowered my finger to my slit and ran my finger through my slit. I let a finger delve into the folds and into my moist cunt hole. Removing my finger I brought it to my mouth, sucking the fluids from it, I stated, “My juices taste good mixed with yours. Take me inside.” “Damn, Kimmie, your pussy is even more beautiful than I remember. It looks even more like a little girls with all of the hair shaved off. You are so fucking hot! John and I knew there was no turning back now. Any inhibitions he had now seemed to have faded away. He lifted me from the seat with his powerful arms and carried me into the house and up the flight of stairs where he placed me on his king sized bed. I slid off and onto my knees, once again unbuckling his pants. I pulled his pants down to his ankles and again took in the sight of his gorgeous cock. John had clearly shaved the hair off of his balls and from along the shaft of his cock, but he still had a rather thick growth of sandy brown hair above his cock and leading up to his stomach. I wrapped one hand around his shaft and cupped his balls with my other. I began to pump his cock into my mouth once again, tasting more of the sweet elixir of his pre-cum. His strong hands reached under my armpits and he pulled me to my feet. My loving brother began to unbutton my blouse and slid it off of me. I reached behind and unclasped my white lace bra that matched my panties, and crossing my arms, slowly removed it revealing my now full breasts. “There a bit bigger than the little boobies you used to touch on the porch, aren’t they big brother?” I quizzed. My breasts were a full c-cup and bordered on d’s, depending on the brand of bra I purchased. I reached down and cupped both of them, feeling my nipples harden. “Remember when you would softly pinch these nipples?” I further inquired. “I loved the way you used to tease them and suck them through my nighty. I always wished you would have lifted it and sucked on them without the material in the way.” John just looked at my full breasts with lust in his eyes. I lowered my head and pushed both nipples toward my mouth, my tongue snaking out to run circles around first one nipple and then the other. “I sure as hell couldn’t do this when you used to touch them.” I quipped. “Mmmm, they are still very sensitive. I want you to suck them again.” I commanded and I pushed my breasts toward him. My brother stepped forward, cupping both of my breasts in his hands. He tilted his head and suckled first one nipple and then the other. I leaned my head back and moaned as his callused hands pushed my breasts together and he was able to take both nipples into his mouth at the same time. I felt his tongue running circles around my areolas, then using his teeth; he would gently tug on first one nipple, then the other. I could feel my brother’s rigid cock rubbing across my stomach and skirt, as he bent over to continue his assault on my sensitive nipples. “Oh, that’s so nice John. Oh, god, yes, suck your little sisters titties.” I hissed. I felt John release my breasts. His hands dropped to the back of my skirt as he began to pull down on the zipper. I pulled his face to mine and pressed my breasts into his almost hairless chest. I held his cheeks and began to run my tongue over his lips. Soon his tongue was dancing with mine and my skirt fell to the floor. We continued our passionate kissing as he began to run his hand over the front of my lacy thong. His fingers were sliding the thin material up and down my wet slit. I knew my panties were soaked with my juices. I lowered my arms and began to wriggle out of my thong. As they slipped off and onto the floor, I broke our kiss and stepped back. I reached over to push my brothers open shirt off of his shoulders. It fell loosely to the floor. We both stood there naked, both panting, both taking in the view of our sibling, in all of their forbidden, naked, glory. I was in awe at how toned and muscular my brother was. He looked so rugged and strong. His biceps were massive and his chest was gorgeous. As I gazed down to his throbbing cock, I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful 6 pack that formed on his stomach. His cock glistening from the small hole on the tip, I looked down to see the dried, shinny, liquid, that had formed a smeared, crust across my stomach and pelvis. “God I have to have you, John!” I spoke. I reached out and wrapped my hand once again around his throbbing cock. “I want you inside me, be my lover, be my first, big brother.” I huskily breathed. “I want to be inside of you so bad little sister! But I want you to do something with me first. Your pussy is so beautiful without any hair on it. I want you to shave mine off too.” I was so ready to have my brother take me, that at first his request didn’t register. I had fallen backwards and spread my legs on his bed, just waiting for him to enter me. Then it hit. “Oh, I get it big brother. We’re going to do a little fantasy play, huh? You want me to shave your pubic hair so we can pretend we are just kids again when we fuck. Mmmm, sounds like some good naughty fun to me.” I hissed. Without saying another word, I followed my brother into his bathroom. I leaned over, giving my brother a clear view of my tanned ass and puffy pussy lips, from behind. I turned on the jets to his whirlpool bath. My brother just leaned against his sink, I guess admiring his view. “Do you have a pair of scissors or a trimmer that we can use first?” I questioned. “It will make it a lot easier to shave off the smaller hairs.” John produced a small trimmer from one of the drawers. “I love how you have already shaved the hair from your ball sack and from the length of your shaft.” I commented. “This is going to be fun, making you look like a little boy again.” After trimming the hairs down to near stubble with his little razor, we both stepped into the tub. I grabbed the shaving cream, being sure to spend lots of time running my hands over his pubic area, his cock, his balls, and even back around to his firm butt and spreading the foam into the crack of his ass. I even dared to gently push a finger ever so slightly, into his puckered anus. At first he resisted, but then allowed me full access. He spread his legs further, and as I gently shaved the hair from above and around his entire pubic area, I slowly worked my finger further into his tight sphincter. I pushed my finger in and felt around for his prostate gland. John gasped and I saw his cock jump. “Are you ok, baby?” I inquired. “Yea, sis. I don’t know what you just did, but I just felt like I was gonna blow a load of jizz there! What did you do?” “I guess I just hit your prostate gland, big brother. I learned about it in anatomy and one of the girls in pre-med told me that some guys really get off on it. Seems like you may be one of them!” “Lets finish up here, you look so damn hot all hairless down here. I can’t wait to experience how nice this smooth cock feels sliding in and out of your baby sister’s hairless pussy. Only one request though big brother, like I said, you’ll be my first! Please be gentle. I think I have already broken my hymen with my toys, but just in case, take it easy on me at first!” “Oh, no need to worry little sister. I promise I will be gentle. I want to enjoy this as much as possible. Your pussy looks so pretty, I’ll be so smooth with you, that I may never want to stop. You are definitely the hottest piece of ass I have ever been with!” I reached for a towel and began to tenderly dry my freshly shorn brother. I ran the towel up and down his hard cock. Then over his entire chiseled form. He then reached for another towel, ran it between my legs, up my stomach and then over my large globular breasts. After he had completely dried me, he lifted me with his powerful arms, carried me from the bath and back to his bed. He slowly lowered me, and as he laid me back, he kissed me on the lips. “I think I’m ready for you now, little sister.” He softly spoke. “Do just one more thing for me, before you fuck me big brother.” I requested. “I want to see you stroke your hard cock like you used to when you thought I was sleeping, and you had been touching me. I always wished I could see your cock when you were jacking off after touching me. Will you do that for your little sister now?” I watched as my big brother began to run his large hand up and down his lean cock. He started with slow gentle strokes, and I had to reach down to play with my pussy. “You were always so caught up in your own jacking off that you never noticed that I was fingering myself while watching you back then, huh bro? Mmmm, that looks so hot! I love watching you stroke your cock while you imagine what it would feel like sliding into your baby sister’s pussy. Watch me finger my tight cunt while you stroke your hard cock, watch me!” John’s eyes were fixed on my cunt while I worked first one finger, then two, and finally three fingers in and out of my hole. “See how bad your baby sister wants you. I want that beautiful cock of yours as far inside of me as it can go! Ohhhhh, damn, I can’t wait to feel you fill me up and push that nice hard cock up inside of me. Oh, god, John, please fill me with your hard cock.” I begged. My brother continued to slowly stroke his hard cock as he lowered his head to my soaked cunt. I felt his warm breath against my pussy as he began to explore my puffy cunt with his tongue. “Mmmm, I love your bald pussy, baby sister. It’s so smooth and soft.” He worked his tongue around my outer labia and then over my blood filled clit. I put my cunt juice, covered fingers to his mouth and he began sucking on them. He released them from his mouth and then laid his head between my splayed legs. He was so slow and gentle in his touch and licking of my cunt and clit. His swirling tongue whisked around my clit, plunging into my pussy hole, and around my puckered anus. My big brother was causing me to quiver as he explored my wanton pussy! “Ahhh, John, turn around and lay on the bed so I can taste that fantastic cock of yours while you lick me. I want your hard dick in my mouth again.” I pleaded. John removed his head from between my legs. I looked up at his face, admiring the juices from my saturated cunt that had covered much of his mouth and chin. His lower face was covered with the wetness of his baby sister’s pussy! I positioned myself above him in a 69 position. I lowered my pussy onto his face as I gripped his hard cock and drew it into my mouth. His tongue one again darted in and out of my wet hole as I attempted to swallow his full, smooth, clean shaven, shaft. After some adjustment, I soon was taking his entire length into my mouth. I could feel John licking up more and more of the juices flowing out of my dripping cunt, while I continued to bob my head up and down on his shaft. “Oh, you are such a naughty little cocksucker!” John teased as he gently spanked my behind. “But, of such a fantastic cocksucker, too.” He groaned. I felt the minor waves of orgasm beginning to take hold of me as he gently swatted my ass and puffy pussy lips. My mouth began to work faster as he cupped his hand over my entire pubic area. I reached back and inserted one of my fingers between his and slid it into my wet cunt. I held his hand in place as I fingered myself and forced his hand to slide up and down, around my cunt. Little wave after little wave began to overtake me. I was nearly at the pinnacle of my orgasm when I also felt my brothers back arch and his cock twitch in my mouth. I cupped my hand around his tightened and wrinkled ball sack. I began swallowing jet after jet of his warm liquor. His mild, salty, taste as the warm fluid slipped down my throat and I attempted to drink all I could. I pumped his shaft as my saliva and what I couldn’t consume of his cum, dripped down his shaft. He was moaning loudly. I felt the hot flash of my own creamy, orgasm overwhelm my pussy and flow throughout my entire body. I knew my juices were now dripping from my cunt and I had to roll from my brother’s tongue as he flicked the droplets from my pussy and into his mouth. I lay next to him, my body drained, still holding his wet, flaccid, cock in my slender hand. I raised my head; I gave his limp cock one last tug, and rubbed the final drops of his jizz over my face. 4 We both lay there motionless except for our labored breathing. We were panting like animals. I had just had one of the most fantastic orgasms of my life, yet I wasn’t finished with my delectable brother yet. “Holy shit, John.” I huffed. “I’ve got to catch my breath, but I hope your going to be ready for my pussy in a few. I have to feel that fantastic cock of yours inside of me, so I hope you aren’t too spent!” “Jesusss, little sis! You are one tasty piece of pussy! Your cunt is delicious! Give me a couple of minutes, and I’m sure I can get hard for that yummy cunt of yours! This is just so wrong, it’s starting to get me hard just thinking of fucking my little sisters tight cunt. Oh, yeah. I’m definitely going to be “up” for round two!” “I think I can help you out, big brother. Or I mean help us both out. Damn, I want to feel you fucking me! Come over here and straddle my chest”. I requested. I had to touch my hot cunt and feel how much fluid was still easing down the crack of my ass. My brother had really made me cum, too! John slowly eased himself up and lifted one leg over me. I placed my brother’s now semi-erect cock between my breasts. “I’m going to suck this pretty cock tip while you use that nice shaft to fuck my titties. I want you to titty fuck me big brother. I spit a large glob of saliva into my hand and began to rub it between my tits and around my brothers hardening cock. I did this again, depositing another large glob of saliva in my hand and smearing it onto us. I then began to squeeze my tits around my brother’s cock and alternated flicking my tongue across his small cock hole, then sucking the entire tip into my mouth. John was now pushing my tits together and fucking them hard. “Damn, baby sister, I never would have imagined that your small little titties that I used to feel, would blossom into these beauties! You have the most perfect tits I have ever seen! The guys on my crew would go crazy if they ever saw these beauties! So perfect!” “Oh, so you think the guys you work with would like to see your baby sister’s tits?” I questioned. “Do you think they would like to see my big brother’s cock slipping around between them? Tell me what the guys you work with would say if they could see your baby sister’s tits!” I questioned. “Damn, sis, there isn’t a normal guy alive that wouldn’t pay to see these beautiful tits! You could make a fortune at the club we go to! Not that I’m suggesting you become a shaker or anything.” John retorted. “So you really think that guys would pay to see my titties, big brother? Maybe I should be charging you!” I teased. “Hell, I used to let you feel em for free and now I love you fucking them! Tell me what the guys would do to me, big brother?” I pressed. “Well I’m sure every one of them would love to be in my position right now! Hell if they could just see these pretty things, they would probably shoot their loads in their pants! Your tits are just fucking gorgeous!” He puffed. The thought of strange men that my brother worked with looking at my tits started to really get me wet again. I could just imagine me stripping for them, my brother with them at the shaker bar and then thinking of how badly all of them would love to swap places with my big brother right now. I could just imagine all of them at home later stroking their cocks and thinking of my body. Damn, I was getting really horny again! “What about my pussy, big brother? Do you think I have a pretty cunt? Would any of those guys like to see your baby sister’s pussy?” I quizzed again. “Holy shit sis, if they saw this beautiful shaved pussy of yours, I know they would definitely cum all over themselves! Your pussy is so perfect! Nice and pink! And damn, you taste so fucking good!” John reached behind to touch my wet cunt again. His finger slipped easily inside of me. I spread my legs for even better access. “So do you think they would like to put there finger inside of me like you are? Would they like to finger fuck your little sister too? Do you think that all of them would like to feel my mouth around there cocks like you did and have me suck them dry? Is my pussy really all that? I teased again, as I puckered my lips around the tip of his cock. “Shit, damn, baby sister! I don’t even want to think of what those guys would do if they saw a pussy as perfect as yours. So puffy and clean shaven! They would probably fuck each other thinking of your beautiful cunt! Jesusss cristo, you are so frigging hot and wet, Kimmie. You like thinking about a bunch of guys seeing your sexy body and wanting you so bad that they would suck each other off to be with you! Don’t you, you naughty little girl!” My brother jabbed. “Yea, it does make me really horny, big brother. Is that naughty thinking of how all the guys you work with and go to the strip clubs with, would love to see your baby sisters tits and cunt! Yea, it is getting me wet! Can’t you tell? Or did you think it was just you, and the thought that my buff big brother is fingering me, fucking my tits and me just dying to have your hard cock inside me that is getting me so wet?” I laughed. With that John slid off of my chest and positioned himself above me. His muscular arms planted on either side of me and his chiseled chest lurking above me. I reached down between his legs and wrapped my slender hand around his rigid shaft. I gently slid his hard cockhead up and down the wet slit of my pussy. I shivered just thinking that I was about to guide the first real cock of my life into my lusting pussy. And, that cock was the hard shaft attached to my very own brother. My juices were really flowing as I eased the tip against the opening of my cunt. I could feel my clit throbbing at the thought of the pounding it was about to receive. A good, hard, long, fuck, given to me by my dear loving brother. What would people think? What would mom and dad think if they knew what there children were about to do and had been doing for the last couple of hours. What would all of my brother’s crew think if they could see me getting fucked by their boss? I gasped as I drew the first few inches of my brother’s cock into me. John gently eased himself down a bit further, and I released my grip form his shaft. He took that as the signal to continue, and I soon felt my brothers cock slide all the way into me. He filled me up. My vaginal canal tensed to hold him in me. There was no pain, just a warm feeling that no plastic toy had ever given me. I felt my brother’s pubic bone pressing against mine. I reached behind him, holding his ass cheeks in my hands and attempted to further engulf him. I wrapped my legs around him and hooked them. I had kept my eyes open to watch his cock ease into me, and then to slowly withdraw, glistening with the warm lubrication created in my anxious pussy. I watched as my brothers cock would slowly disappear into my wet pussy and then withdraw, glistening again. I closed my eyes as his pace quickened; savoring the full sensation I was getting inside with each new plunge of his cock. My brother was fucking me! My brother was sliding his long, slender shaft in and out of his baby sister’s eager pussy! My cunt desired him! I wanted to cum on him and feel him fill my hot cunt with his warm seed. Goosebumps were forming on my hot flesh as my brother moaned and fucked me. My cunt, the cunt of his baby sister, was about to get filled with his hot sticky cum. Fuck I was loving this. I loved knowing that my pussy was gripping my brother’s cock. Gripping him so hard that he would soon be cumming and calling my name! I met his quickened thrust with thrusts of my own. I could feel his tight testicles slapping against my puckered ass hole. My big brother was fucking me for all he was worth. The sweat was dripping from him and falling onto me. Our bodies were hot and steamy. His cock and my pussy joined together as one. A forbidden and beautiful union. I felt one with my brother. There was immense pleasure in knowing that he was my first fuck. The hot flashes were building from inside my pussy, warmth flowing from my womanhood, throughout my body. My brothers slick cock, sliding smoothly in and out of my tight cunt. His smooth shaved cock, plunging as deep as it could into my pussy, his baby sister’s pussy! I let out a scream! “OH, SHIT, FUCK, JOHNNY! I’M CUMMING! SHIT YES BIG BROTHER! FUCK YOUR LITTLE SISTERS HOT CUNT! I LOVE YOUR COCK IN ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! YES, FUCK YOUR SISTER SO FUCKING HARD! AHHHHhhhh….. My breath had nearly left me. The most intense orgasm I had ever freaking experienced! And I could feel that they weren’t over. Another, bigger one seemed to be building as John pounded faster and harder into my cunt. He was biting into my shoulder! Not hard, but still biting. His sweaty chest pressed against my glowing red tits. The blood was rushing through all of my erogenous zones. I was beginning to climax again! I felt John’s cock pulsing inside of me. Quick, hard, fucking! Passionate, piston, pounding, fucking. His cock was throbbing inside me, his breath short and rapid. I felt his cock begin to shoot hot jet after hot jet of cum into my cunt! I was over the edge and so was he! Then a hot complete sensation, as I felt my loving brother collapse on top of me. My hips still bucking as we climaxed together! Heavy breathing. Sweat dripping. Bodies sliding together in complete union! Brother Sister Lovers Fucking Complete!!! My brother was heavy on top of me as I still held him inside me. My legs locked around his waist and my arms straining to reach around his chest and back. I felt his cock becoming smaller inside of me. Gradually shirking and withdrawing. I hated the void feeling that was replacing the fullness that I had just experienced. After a few more minutes I felt my brothers cock completely slide out of me and a warm flow of liquids began to run down the crack of my butt. I knew my brothers cum was spilling out of me. It felt warm, pooling on the sheets below my ass. John eventually rose up from me. His eyes were glassy and his face was flush. “That was the most magnificent sex I have ever experienced, Kimmie. I think I now know what real lovemaking is. It’s not just sex and fucking, but feeling love too. You are so damn beautiful. I want this to go on forever. I want you to stay here with me always, my lover. Never leave! My brother rolled off of me. I pushed my butt out of the wet spot and lay on my side next to him. He began to spoon me. Both of us drifting into a satisfied and blissful sleep.

I'm meeting my Domme today. For the first time in real life. We've had lots of back and forth online and we frequently video call. She doesn't turn her mic or cam on, but she's sent me verification pictures and nice shots of her body. She likes to call me her boy and I call her Mommy. She always makes me undress completely as soon as I turn my cam on, then she always wants to see my boyhole. She's really obsessed with my "boypussy" actually. She's constantly trying to stretch it wider. Her ultimate fantasy is to tie me up with no safe word and pound my rectum with really big toys until my anus is so sore and loose that I can't even close it. Mommy really likes opening my hole really wide. Usually the first thing to go up my boyhole every time she sees it is a speculum. I put it in and turn a screw until it's wide enough for her to see all the way up my rectum, then she makes me prod and poke at my second anal ring. I think someday she'll want to open that up as well. I don't mind her obsession with my boyhole at all. I get turned on by always having to do as she says, even if it hurts. And letting her look all the way up my butt is really hot too. I wonder why she likes examining the inside of my ass so much? I guess she just wants to ruin it. Mommy also calls me her little anal piggy. She says it's because my butt is so fat and my body is so skinny, so I have a "nice juicy rump". She talks about all the delicate little pork in her boy's bottom, the tender flesh in her boy's hole, and her boy's soft soft skin on his wobbly buttcheeks. I love my Mommy though of course. I love her kind face and her endearing smile, and she says when we meet she'll let me rub her big butt as much as I want :). Just to be safe, we're meeting at a cafe, then if all goes well, we'll go to her place. I hope that everything does go well because I don't want to mess this up and because I'm aching to have my bottom filled. When I arrive she's wearing a very smart suit. She waves me over and tells me she's ordered me a tea since coffee might make me agitated. - "but Mommy I'm already agitated" I say. - "That's no good" she says with a genuinely concerned face. She speaks without looking at my face, the way a vet talks to a dog while examining it. -"Are you satisfied? Shall we go?", she says as soon as my tea arrives. She's clearly very anxious to get me back to her place. I'm worried about that but too turned on to say no. We get in her car and she starts talking softly to me: "You know I don't talk about how I feel very much, but I think I love you. As soon as you walked through the door your presence struck me in my whole body at once. You are so goddamn gorgeous. The way you walk, the way you carry yourself, the way you dress and the sound of your voice makes me want to hold you to my breast and never let go." ("perhaps she couldn't look me in the face because she was so overwhelmed? how cute") She continues: "You said you don't have any family that you talk to still? I want you to be with me from now on okay? You're mine. You're my delicious little boy. I'm going to take such goo care of you. I'm going to fill your boypussy and empty those scrumptious little balls. I don't have anyone else either, and I'm going to keep you. My porky little buttslut." I just sit in silence, it doesn't feel like I need to respond. I'm the listener now, she's the speaker. Arriving at her house, it is big. She is unemployed so she must have inherited it. Getting out of the car she slides her hand into my underwear from behind and shoves two fingers inside me. I liked it, she had done the same thing as we walked out of the cafe. Her fingers feel just right there: snug, comforting and natural. Then she said something a little odd: "My darling little piggy I'm so sorry but I really want to eat your ass." Obviously she doesn't need to ask me or even warn me about that, it is her right to do so. "Yes please Mommy!" I immediately respond. She is overjoyed, her whole face lights up: "Ohhh my delicious boy! Good then the preparations will be in the barn, come with me cute piggy!" She grabs my hand and leads me to the barn. At the door she says: “I’m sorry sweet piggy but you don’t get to see the next part.” She hands me a blind folder and fingers my loose boyhole again while I put it on. I’m so entranced by the idea of her mouth on my anus that I’m not even thinking anymore. The blindfold goes on without a second thought. She leads me inside, 3 fingers still up my butt. She lies me down a low, leathery surface, straps my wrists below me and fixes and my ankles near my head. My big bubbly butt is pointed straight towards the door. My boyhole is exposed and gaping slightly from the fingering. She cuts my clothes off me. I can feel a slight, cool draft blowing up my butt. When she pulls the blindfold off she is holding a piece of paper right in front of my face. I can see her smiling from ear to ear behind it. The paper has her handwriting on it, it reads: ... Recipe: Delicious Horse Cum and Piggy Boy Pie Preparation time: 5-7 hours Ingredients: For the pastry: 6kg butter 10kg flour 20 eggs some ice water For the Filling: Carrots Leak Spinach Onions Lemons 10L of fresh horse cum 1 fresh plump piggy boy rump Method: Begin by preparing the boy. He should have a nice plump tender rump, the fattier the better. To make sure his meat tastes as good as possible, the horse cum should be raped directly into him while he is alive. The horse must cum until every inside surface of the boy is completely drenched. Tenderize his meat with a paddle while he is conscious but after the horse has filled him. The fat in his rump must be rendered before he is put in the pie. In a cast iron skillet over high heat, fry the boy’s bottom until his juicy fat runs into the pan, 3-5 mins. Place him gently in the pie crust along with a warm broth made from the vegetables (do not strain the broth, blind-bake the crust 8-10min). Cook the pie in the over until the crust is golden brown and the boy stops twitching. Serves: 15-20 people. ... My boyhole clenches as I glance over at the large male horse on the other side of the barn. “Does that horse want to rape my bottom, Mommy?” “He REALLY does darling.” She says with a grin. I can see her salivating as she stares at my exposed pink porkhole. “And I’m going to let him. In fact I’m going to hold your hole open for him. You’ll look so good filled with his cream my darling piggy boy” “This is your handwriting isn’t it Mommy?” I ask, with an unconscious hint of seduction in my voice. “Yes it is. This is Mommy’s special recipe. I wrote it while you were showing me around your rectum with the speculum last week.” “Please don’t cook me Mommy” I say with some trembling in my voice. “I’ll be a good piggy and keep all of that horsey cum nice and safe in my bottom” “Goooooood BOY. Yes you will. And then you will let mommy spank your jiggly butt with my steel paddle until you’re nice and tender” “yes Mommy I will, please don’t--” “and then you will lie down all snug and bruised in my lovely warm, soft pie crust” As she says this a small wet spot forms between her legs and she swallows hard. “Okay mommy you can tenderize me and put me in the pie, but--” “And then Mommy is going to pop her delicious boy pie in the oven!” “Mommy please I want to be with you. You said I could be with you!” “My sweet, sweet boy! You’ll be IN me! Isn’t that better? Don’t you want to be in Mommy’s tummy” I hesitate for a second. She keeps smiling at my anus. “Mommy I do want to be in your tummy.” “Well you won’t fit up Mommy’s ass, now will you? So how are you going to get into my tummy? Look I’ll show you, there’s no room for a bubble-butt like yours in my ass” She turns around, unzips her pants, pulls her thong down, and exposes her big Mommy asshole to me. “My hole is much bigger than yours, see, but it won’t you fit you darling” She’s just playing with me. I’m tied up and she’s savoring the moment. “Look darling”, she says jokingly, “Look how Mommy’s asshole is compared to your porkhole.” she bends over further, bends at the knees and spreads her big ass even more so that she can press and rub her hole against mine. “Don’t worry darling, yours will be just as pretty as Mommy’s once it’s been torn open and ruined by a horsecock.” “I want a pretty porkhole to show to you Mommy” “Good Boy! Let’s butter your hole together okay?” She says sweetly. She fetches a stick of butter and pops into straight in. She’s fingered me so much while we talked that it went in without me really feeling it. “Such a loose little boy. Mommy loves loose tender little boys. Now push it back out. Good boy.” As soon as I squeeze it out she pushes it back in, then again and again. In the back of my head, behind all the pleasure from the cold butter sliding effortlessly against my prostate, I’m still trying to figure out how to escape. But she’s so loving, and so understanding. Part of me things she’s not really going to bake me, she just wants me to think she is. I can understand that. “There we go baby boy. Look at you, such a big boy helping Mommy get you ready to be raped.” She gets up to fetch the horse. This part I will enjoy. “Oh wooow look how hard he’s gotten after seeing your soft porky bottom” The horse’s cock is really big. This is going to hurt so good.

The box you're in is finally opened. You're lying down but quickly pulled up by your hair into a sitting position. You are completely naked and there are no clothes in sight. Looks like your luck finally ran out. The room is a large kitchen. There is a very big stone table in the middle, pots and pans hanging from the ceiling, sinks, cupboards, everything is sparkling clean. And there is a very very big oven in the corner. As the chef yanks you to your feet you feel groggy. You've been drugged. He tells you to step out of the box. You step out of the box without thinking about it. He tells you to bend over. You bend over. He tells you to open your mouth and asshole. You want to please him so desperately it hurts. Your jaw drops open and your fingers easily find the tight little opening in between your cheeks to open it slightly. Chef has two tubes in his hands. "First", he says abruptly, speaking out loud to himself as if he were alone, "we empty the belly". He shoves one of the tubes into the back of your mouth. The tough rubber tube makes you salivate. It feels like your mouth was built for this tube. He jams the other tube into your poor little rectum. The tube is far too large but the pain is exquisite. Your anus swells as it angrily adjusts to it's new diameter. When Chef turns the pump on you wish the drugs were stronger. Getting your stomach pumped is unpleasant even with anesthetic. When it finishes all you can think about is thanking Chef. He seems so concerned about the condition of your body. You feel bad for making him worry. He lifts you onto the table, fingering your soppy, loosened asshole while he does it. You discover that the table is heated. It's so warm and comfy on the black stone surface. You feel sleepy just lying there. Chef approaches the table with a big pot of what smells like turkey stuffing. He lifts your legs as if changing a baby's diaper and starts quickly thumbing the stuffing into your butthole. The stuffing feels amazing. It's soft and supple and slips into you easily because of the leftover water from the pumping. Chef keeps stuffing and stuffing and stuffing. You can feel your intestines getting full. Your belly is bulging just slightly and your sphincter is getting sore from the friction. Eventually Chef is satisfied that he can't fit anymore of the delicious, buttery, herby bread mix up your little bottom. He goes to the pantry and comes back with onions and lemons. He cuts the lemons into quarters and the onions into 8ths. Then he tells you to spread your legs and hold your delicious cunt open for him. Your legs open immediately and you blush because you can feel that your pussy is so wet it dripped quite a lot onto the table while he stuffed you. Chef doesn't seem to care about the table. You feel guilty nonetheless. He leans down and smells your pussy. His nose is so large it runs against your labia as he smells. Then he bites your pussy lips hard with his teeth. The pain hits you but you barely react. The sensation is that of masturbating too hard. Chef grabs the first piece of onion and pushes it into your cunt. You love it. He pushes another piece inside. And then a piece of lemon. You feel full, spiritually full. In the back of your mind you know how this ends, but the table is so warm, and so is the oven. Eventually he crams your useless reproductive organs full to brim with nice fresh lemons and onions. You begin to rub your clit with your fingers. You feel so guilty but so good. There doesn't seem to be any harm in pleasuring yourself if this is how it ends for you anyway. Chef is walking towards the table with olive oil, salt and pepper when he sees you masturbating. He looks concerned all of sudden. He puts down the seasonings and picks up a pair of scissors. Without even hesitating he dexterously pinches your clit with one hand and cuts it off with the scissors in the other. Suddenly you realize the danger you are in. The magnitude of the situation hits you and get the sensation of having already fallen for a trap. But your body, attentively prepared for cooking, full of delicious seasoning, does not react. It will not run for you. It will not scream for you. Trapped by your own body, the drug takes back control, and you slip drowsily back into your erotic semi-slumber. The pleasure of the pain of your clit is still there, but, careful as he is with your body, Chef has stopped the bleeding. He has also prepared an impressive human size pie crust for you. He helps you get up and lie into the baking tin. The soft pastry is already blind-baked and feels like a soft, dense blanket as you relax in it. Chef pulls your head back upsidedown over the edge and casually drops his large cock onto your limp lips. He kneels there on the floor for several minutes, silently thrusting his cock in and out of your bruised throat. Soon he grabs one of your small breasts with his hand and cums deep in your throat, pausing between thrusts slightly to let himself throb delicately in your against your tongue. You choke a little when his semen enters you, but you can barely feel his cock, let alone his warm sticky cum. Chef stands up looking dazed but refreshed. He piles up some cold cuts of meat and vegetables beside you in the pie crust, covers you and the other vegetables completely in olive oil, salt and pepper, and finally drapes the delicate pie top over you like a duvet. Then, he presses a button and the pie tin rises, he pushes you on wheels to the oven, opens a hole in crust for your face, then slides you in. Just as he slides you in he changes his mind, Chef has thought of a better way to cook you. Baking little girls always makes them so dry, he thinks to himself. There must be a better way. He decides he will try to boil you instead, but there isn't a pot big enough and that much water would take ages to bring to boil. Instead he will cook you from the inside out. He fetches a long, long roll of butcher's twine from the pantry and begins tying you up. He bends your weak arms behind your back and intricately ties each of your fingers to the corresponding one on the other hand. He takes great care in tying your fingers, when he is done each pair of joints is bound beautifully together. The circulation in your fingers is gone and they form pretty little purple bumps arranged against your upper back. Next he lifts your legs and pulls your feet behind your head. Your vagina spreads itself as he does so, exposing a lemon chunk inside. The lemon chunk's tip is pressed against your slightly-gaping piss-hole and is about to fall out. Your stuffed, swollen, little anus displays itself as well, twitching under the pressure of the scrumptious stuffing. As your heels reach your head, your flexibility ends and Chef's efforts can't make them go further. Chef steps closer and lazily positions himself over you, placing his weight onto your legs and waist. He snaps both your hips, one right after the other, dislocating them from their joins. The pain hits you as if you were watching it happen to yourself from a distance. With a few nerves severed, your cunt gives in and some lemon and onion comes out. Chef looks displeased with the mess. He finishes breaking your hips and again ties beautiful knots between your ankles behind your head. To fix the mess you've made, he cleans up the vegetables and decides to cauterize your vagina shut. This is will be a 3 step process, he thinks to himself. First he will insert a red-hot steel rolling pin into your uterus and try to create a seal. Then he will plug your urethra with the broken-off handle of an old frying pan. Finally he will staple your labia shut and brush your pussy with melted butter and thyme. Before he can find the metal rolling pin, chef notices the longing, glassy look in your eyes and it makes him want to play with your face. He lays you on the table, your head resting near the edge. First he pulls a few small pills from a little plastic container in his right hand; they are anti-inflammatories to stop the swelling in your hips, the swollen bits go tough when they cook. He grasps them in the tips of his fingers and gently pushes his whole hand into your mouth, he finds the entrance to your throat and tries to get the pills down it. They won't go, his hands are too big. He leaves them in the back of your mouth and gets his large cock out again, then uses it to shove the pills all the way down your esophagus. Obviously he's hard again, but also tired of your throat. He lays his throbbing cock across your face and, holding you by the back of your head, uses your face to massage his balls on your nose and the outside of his urethra on your lips and chin. Staring at your stuffed little belly, he climaxes quickly. He shoves his bulky cock head forcefully against your left nostril and pumps half your nose full of thick, thick cum. The smell of his balls as he uses your face reminds you of home for some reason. When he cums in your nose, the pressure is warm and pleasant, and you enjoy the cum slowly dripping onto the back of your tongue. Time to shut your pussy. The rolling pin has been sitting on the gas stove for 30min before Chef puts it on the black table, next to your hips, using thick black gloves. The rolling pin is minimalist, just a long thin steel cylinder. Now it is glowing pretty shades of white, yellow, orange and red. It sits there on the table, sizzling. You stare at it as if it's alive and staring back at you. You can feel it's warmth on your butt cheek from a foot away. To be burnt with clean steel is to be forgiven, you think. To be burnt in your vagina cuts the cycle off. Your life originated in a vagina, and your vagina brings new life. To die without bringing new life is to fail, but to die with a broken vagina only makes sense. The hot rod glares at you, it wants to enter you, and you want to let it. It will rape your whole body through your pussy. It cannot be stopped, and it's rage cannot be cooled unless it enters you. This is the only way. It must use you, you must let it. Your thoughts are interrupted by Chefs large, calloused thumb pressing where your clit used to be. He retrieves half the vegetable chunks from inside you. You ache for the sensation of the white-hot steel much more now that there is a gaping hole between your legs. Chef picks up the pin with one hand, holds your leg with the other, and swiftly jams the blinding heat into your uterus. This pain. This pain is enough, again, to snap you out of your strange erotic day dream. This pain consumes you instantly. It does not thrash or jerk inside you. There are no jolts, or waves. It simply ends your thoughts. You foam at the mouth, you can hear nothing but deafening silence. You can see chef's lips counting out loud. You have no idea if you want him to stop or keep going. Nothing makes sense but the pain. Chef says "Five", he pulls the cylinder out and throws it across the room, onto the floor. When he does this you have the sensation of waking up during surgery with your guts still slit open. Something is very wrong, some part of you is exposed that shouldn't be. You feel that this feeling is your fault. Strange waves of guilt wash over you, as if you've hurt someone by feeling this way. Working quickly, chef gently wiggles the pointy end of an old plastic frying pan handle into your delicate little peehole. You feel relieved by the feeling of fullness between your legs. Chef begins stapling your cunt shut. He does a good clean job at first, but your pussy juices, closer to your taint, make him slip and the staples become more uneven. As your cunt is shut, the world seems to become more normal. Something that should have been sealed tight before now is. Admiring his work, chef beats salt, pepper and ground thyme into a bowl of melted butter. He lathers it onto your very tight cunt with his bare hands, rubbing the slit especially vigorously. If your pussy could still get wet, there would be more grool than butter by now.

The box you're in is finally opened. You're lying down but quickly pulled up by your hair into a sitting position. You are completely naked and there are no clothes in sight. Looks like your luck finally ran out. The room is a large kitchen. There is a very big stone table in the middle, pots and pans hanging from the ceiling, sinks, cupboards, everything is sparkling clean. And there is a very very big oven in the corner. As the chef yanks you to your feet you feel groggy. You've been drugged. He tells you to step out of the box. You step out of the box without thinking about it. He tells you to bend over. You bend over. He tells you to open your mouth and asshole. You want to please him so desperately it hurts. Your jaw drops open and your fingers easily find the tight little opening in between your cheeks to open it slightly. Chef has two tubes in his hands. "First", he says abruptly, speaking out loud to himself as if he were alone, "we empty the belly". He shoves one of the tubes into the back of your mouth. The tough rubber tube makes you salivate. It feels like your mouth was built for this tube. He jams the other tube into your poor little rectum. The tube is far too large but the pain is exquisite. Your anus swells as it angrily adjusts to it's new diameter. When Chef turns the pump on you wish the drugs were stronger. Getting your stomach pumped is unpleasant even with anesthetic. When it finishes all you can think about is thanking Chef. He seems so concerned about the condition of your body. You feel bad for making him worry. He lifts you onto the table, fingering your soppy, loosened asshole while he does it. You discover that the table is heated. It's so warm and comfy on the black stone surface. You feel sleepy just lying there. Chef approaches the table with a big pot of what smells like turkey stuffing. He lifts your legs as if changing a baby's diaper and starts quickly thumbing the stuffing into your butthole. The stuffing feels amazing. It's soft and supple and slips into you easily because of the leftover water from the pumping. Chef keeps stuffing and stuffing and stuffing. You can feel your intestines getting full. Your belly is bulging just slightly and your sphincter is getting sore from the friction. Eventually Chef is satisfied that he can't fit anymore of the delicious, buttery, herby bread mix up your little bottom. He goes to the pantry and comes back with onions and lemons. He cuts the lemons into quarters and the onions into 8ths. Then he tells you to spread your legs and hold your delicious cunt open for him. Your legs open immediately and you blush because you can feel that your pussy is so wet it dripped quite a lot onto the table while he stuffed you. Chef doesn't seem to care about the table. You feel guilty nonetheless. He leans down and smells your pussy. His nose is so large it runs against your labia as he smells. Then he bites your pussy lips hard with his teeth. The pain hits you but you barely react. The sensation is that of masturbating too hard. Chef grabs the first piece of onion and pushes it into your cunt. You love it. He pushes another piece inside. And then a piece of lemon. You feel full, spiritually full. In the back of your mind you know how this ends, but the table is so warm, and so is the oven. Eventually he crams your useless reproductive organs full to brim with nice fresh lemons and onions. You begin to rub your clit with your fingers. You feel so guilty but so good. There doesn't seem to be any harm in pleasuring yourself if this is how it ends for you anyway. Chef is walking towards the table with olive oil, salt and pepper when he sees you masturbating. He looks concerned all of sudden. He puts down the seasonings and picks up a pair of scissors. Without even hesitating he dexterously pinches your clit with one hand and cuts it off with the scissors in the other. Suddenly you realize the danger you are in. The magnitude of the situation hits you and get the sensation of having already fallen for a trap. But your body, attentively prepared for cooking, full of delicious seasoning, does not react. It will not run for you. It will not scream for you. Trapped by your own body, the drug takes back control, and you slip drowsily back into your erotic semi-slumber. The pleasure of the pain of your clit is still there, but, careful as he is with your body, Chef has stopped the bleeding. He has also prepared an impressive human size pie crust for you. He helps you get up and lie into the baking tin. The soft pastry is already blind-baked and feels like a soft, dense blanket as you relax in it. Chef pulls your head back upsidedown over the edge and casually drops his large cock onto your limp lips. He kneels there on the floor for several minutes, silently thrusting his cock in and out of your bruised throat. Soon he grabs one of your small breasts with his hand and cums deep in your throat, pausing between thrusts slightly to let himself throb delicately in your against your tongue. You choke a little when his semen enters you, but you can barely feel his cock, let alone his warm sticky cum. Chef stands up looking dazed but refreshed. He piles up some cold cuts of meat and vegetables beside you in the pie crust, covers you and the other vegetables completely in olive oil, salt and pepper, and finally drapes the delicate pie top over you like a duvet. Then, he presses a button and the pie tin rises, he pushes you on wheels to the oven, opens a hole in crust for your face, then slides you in. Just as he slides you in he changes his mind, Chef has thought of a better way to cook you. Baking little girls always makes them so dry, he thinks to himself. There must be a better way. He decides he will try to boil you instead, but there isn't a pot big enough and that much water would take ages to bring to boil. Instead he will cook you from the inside out. He fetches a long, long roll of butcher's twine from the pantry and begins tying you up. He bends your weak arms behind your back and intricately ties each of your fingers to the corresponding one on the other hand. He takes great care in tying your fingers, when he is done each pair of joints is bound beautifully together. The circulation in your fingers is gone and they form pretty little purple bumps arranged against your upper back. Next he lifts your legs and pulls your feet behind your head. Your vagina spreads itself as he does so, exposing a lemon chunk inside. The lemon chunk's tip is pressed against your slightly-gaping piss-hole and is about to fall out. Your stuffed, swollen, little anus displays itself as well, twitching under the pressure of the scrumptious stuffing. As your heels reach your head, your flexibility ends and Chef's efforts can't make them go further. Chef steps closer and lazily positions himself over you, placing his weight onto your legs and waist. He snaps both your hips, one right after the other, dislocating them from their joins. The pain hits you as if you were watching it happen to yourself from a distance. With a few nerves severed, your cunt gives in and some lemon and onion comes out. Chef looks displeased with the mess. He finishes breaking your hips and again ties beautiful knots between your ankles behind your head. To fix the mess you've made, he cleans up the vegetables and decides to cauterize your vagina shut. This is will be a 3 step process, he thinks to himself. First he will insert a red-hot steel rolling pin into your uterus and try to create a seal. Then he will plug your urethra with the broken-off handle of an old frying pan. Finally he will staple your labia shut and brush your pussy with melted butter and thyme. Before he can find the metal rolling pin, chef notices the longing, glassy look in your eyes and it makes him want to play with your face. He lays you on the table, your head resting near the edge. First he pulls a few small pills from a little plastic container in his right hand; they are anti-inflammatories to stop the swelling in your hips, the swollen bits go tough when they cook. He grasps them in the tips of his fingers and gently pushes his whole hand into your mouth, he finds the entrance to your throat and tries to get the pills down it. They won't go, his hands are too big. He leaves them in the back of your mouth and gets his large cock out again, then uses it to shove the pills all the way down your esophagus. Obviously he's hard again, but also tired of your throat. He lays his throbbing cock across your face and, holding you by the back of your head, uses your face to massage his balls on your nose and the outside of his urethra on your lips and chin. Staring at your stuffed little belly, he climaxes quickly. He shoves his bulky cock head forcefully against your left nostril and pumps half your nose full of thick, thick cum. The smell of his balls as he uses your face reminds you of home for some reason. When he cums in your nose, the pressure is warm and pleasant, and you enjoy the cum slowly dripping onto the back of your tongue. Time to shut your pussy. The rolling pin has been sitting on the gas stove for 30min before Chef puts it on the black table, next to your hips, using thick black gloves. The rolling pin is minimalist, just a long thin steel cylinder. Now it is glowing pretty shades of white, yellow, orange and red. It sits there on the table, sizzling. You stare at it as if it's alive and staring back at you. You can feel it's warmth on your butt cheek from a foot away. To be burnt with clean steel is to be forgiven, you think. To be burnt in your vagina cuts the cycle off. Your life originated in a vagina, and your vagina brings new life. To die without bringing new life is to fail, but to die with a broken vagina only makes sense. The hot rod glares at you, it wants to enter you, and you want to let it. It will rape your whole body through your pussy. It cannot be stopped, and it's rage cannot be cooled unless it enters you. This is the only way. It must use you, you must let it. Your thoughts are interrupted by Chefs large, calloused thumb pressing where your clit used to be. He retrieves half the vegetable chunks from inside you. You ache for the sensation of the white-hot steel much more now that there is a gaping hole between your legs. Chef picks up the pin with one hand, holds your leg with the other, and swiftly jams the blinding heat into your uterus. This pain. This pain is enough, again, to snap you out of your strange erotic day dream. This pain consumes you instantly. It does not thrash or jerk inside you. There are no jolts, or waves. It simply ends your thoughts. You foam at the mouth, you can hear nothing but deafening silence. You can see chef's lips counting out loud. You have no idea if you want him to stop or keep going. Nothing makes sense but the pain. Chef says "Five", he pulls the cylinder out and throws it across the room, onto the floor. When he does this you have the sensation of waking up during surgery with your guts still slit open. Something is very wrong, some part of you is exposed that shouldn't be. You feel that this feeling is your fault. Strange waves of guilt wash over you, as if you've hurt someone by feeling this way. Working quickly, chef gently wiggles the pointy end of an old plastic frying pan handle into your delicate little peehole. You feel relieved by the feeling of fullness between your legs. Chef begins stapling your cunt shut. He does a good clean job at first, but your pussy juices, closer to your taint, make him slip and the staples become more uneven. As your cunt is shut, the world seems to become more normal. Something that should have been sealed tight before now is. Admiring his work, chef beats salt, pepper and ground thyme into a bowl of melted butter. He lathers it onto your very tight cunt with his bare hands, rubbing the slit especially vigorously. If your pussy could still get wet, there would be more grool than butter by now.

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS NO SEX. You have been warned so please do not down vote just because it contains no sex scenes, if you want sex check out one of my other stories. Please comment with as much constructive criticism as possible so I can improve. Thank you all for reading. 1. “The Priest Hydra is in the clearing up ahead, it appears to be rather large.” The hunter informs me softly patting the head of his soul bound hawk. Priest Hydras are nasty things, they have a body like a lizard, six snake like heads that have hoods that look like the hoods of a Priest, the source of the Hydras name. You have to be careful when fighting any kind of Hydra because the blood of a Hydra is highly acidic to the point that it can burn through most things. Hydra bites should be avoided at all cost too, they are filled with a very powerful venom that can kill in a matter of agony filled minutes. “Ok, so projectiles or ethereal weapons only. No soul bound blades and I would advise against metal or stone blades too.” I tell the two hunters and knight that were sent to accompany me on this quest. “Knights only slay these demons with our blessed swords.” The knight dressed in his silver coloured metal armour snaps. I would much rather have had a mage or a healer instead of the knight, not only do we need someone proficient in restoration spells but I also have a strong dislike for knights. They push their beliefs onto people and have the right to cut down any who make negative comments about the knight themselves, their order or their beliefs. “Your sword may be blessed but it is still made of steel, Hydra blood will still burn through it, especially Priest Hydra blood.” I explain but the knights expression looks like he is about to lash out. “I do not care, this is the way of the knight, it is the holy way.” He snarls like a rabid hellhound. “I will not protect nor save you, it’s every man for themselves.” I tell him relaxing my body ready to counter his strike. The hunter with the soul bound hawk sends his hawk flapping into the air near us. He says it is to watch the Priest Hydra and while I believe him I also think he was trying to break the tension between the knight and myself. The irises of the hunters eyes turn black the sign of him seeing through the eyes of the hawk that is bound to his soul. “I can still see what is in front of me so we can advance.” He explains as he starts to move silently forward. The young apprentice hunter sends out his soul bound lynx to give us a ground view of the Priest Hydra. He moves almost as silently as his master which impresses me, not many hunters can move as silently as this pair but while it is impressive they don’t move as silently as I do. It doesn’t matter though because the Knights armour is loud, clanging metal. I sigh and then I hear two noises the apprentice hunter gasping and a low continuous hissing, the hissing is terrifying because it reveals more about the size of the Priest Hydra than anything anyone with me could say. I know I’ve never faced off against a Hydra this large before and I’m a little bit worried especially with the knights attitude. I make a quick but complicated movement with the fingers of my right hand and quietly mutter a phrase in an ancient language. A black misty bow forms in my hand and a quiver filled with arrows made of a similar material as the bow appear on my back. “So you are one of the Fire Branded then.” The master hunter says with hints of awe and fear in his voice, “I thought the cover up scar was in the right place.” “You have met one of my people before. That is how you know a way to move so quietly.” I say coming to a standstill. We are downwind of the Priest Hydra so it can’t smell us but we need to stay still and not make too much noise because they sense vibrations in the air. “Yes, she taught me a silent step technique.” He smiles dreamily as he speaks making me think that female Fire Brand he met had taught him more than just how to move quietly. “You have taught your apprentice well, he is almost as quiet as you.” I speak just loud enough for the apprentice hunter to hear my words. “So we shoot it with arrows and try to draw it towards the trees where it’s necks will get tangled up. Then while you hunters provide cover fire me and the knight will attack with swords.” I set out the plan that I think will provides us with the highest chance to kill the Hydra quickly. The Knight grunts so I spin to glare at him. “Try not to get me killed.” I snap at the knight who just places his helmet on his head, pulls down the visor with scales carved on it and turns to face the clearing where the Hydra is. The hunter and his apprentice both draw bows similar to each others and notch almost identically barbed arrows. They nod their heads letting me know that they are ready when I am, I reach back and draw an arrow from my quiver and notch it nodding to the hunters. All three of us move forward silently until we are a little bit closer to the Hydra and the clearing then sight and draw our bows at the Hydra which now we are closer looks huge, easily the biggest Hydra I’ve ever seen. We let our arrows fly, mine and the master hunters arrow both hit one of the Hydras six heads while the apprentice hunters arrow plants itself deeply into the side of the Hydras body. The Hydra let’s out a horrifying hiss of rage and pain then turns rather quickly to face our direction, the heads of the Hydra have sprouted two flaps of skin on either side of the heads making them look like they are wearing hoods. The Hydra charges towards us as the three of us let off another volley of arrows. The knight draws his sword and charges forward with a battle cry. I curse then make a new quick, complicated gesture with my hand and mutter another phrase in the same ancient language that I used to summon the bow. The bow, quiver and arrows dissipate into the air and a black misty blade forms into my right hand from the handle out into a gently curved sword with three long vicious barbs that run from halfway up the blade down to the hilt. I look quickly at the hunters who nod and start to draw arrows to fire at the Hydra, I grin viciously and launch myself through the forest after the knight. I shoot past trees and reach the Hydra just a split second after the knight who swings his sword at the Hydras body drawing a slice across the Hydras body. The knights jumps backwards and his blade hisses as the acidic Hydra blood starts its efforts to melt his steel sword, I hear him curse but I have no sympathy for him, I told him the risks and he chose to ignore them. I launch myself at the Hydra and draw a deep wound across its chest before jumping back towards the knight. “Good we need to cut out its heart. Avoid severing any heads.” I tell the knight who nods his head sharply, most people understand that cutting off the head of a Hydra of any kind is a bad idea because if you cut off one head two grow back. The knight slashes at the chest of the Hydra drawing another shallow wound, his sword leaves the Hydras body hissing and groaning. The knight looks down at his sword disbelieving as it splits in half and the tip falls to the ground, most of the Hydras heads are focused on the rapid shots from the hunters bows but one of them looks down at the knight. The Hydra head that was glancing at the knight a moment ago shoots down at the knight its mouth opening wide revealing long savage looking curved teeth. “I told you I won’t save you.” I say as I dart past the knight who is staring up at the open mouth of one of the Hydras heads. I thrust my blade into the Hydras body where I think that its heart is and letting go of the blade I use my forward momentum to thrust my left hand against the body of the Hydra. I must have hindered it when I drove the blade into its heart because when I quickly snap out a phrase in an old Elven language and a bolt of lightning fires out of my hand straight into the Hydra it slumps to the ground. I form a sword in both my left and right hands before moving towards the Hydra, I leave the sword that I planted in the Hydras heart in place while I quickly hack away at its body. I finally cut out the heart of the Hydra not as quickly as I would have liked then I let all my solid mist like blades dissipate into the air. I mutter a quick phrase and my hand bursts into flames quickly turning the Hydras heart into ash. I turn on my heels pleased with how easily I killed the Hydra, even though it was big it must not have ran into many things it had to fight because its skin was softer than other Hydras I have run into. My satisfaction dies as my gaze lands on the knight, well what remains of the knight. Half of the knights body is missing and the jagged wound is hissing and spitting foam around it, the Hydras venom must be acidic just like the blood, I store that fact away in my mind for when I next encounter a one. I raise my gaze from the remains of the knight and see the hunters apprentice kneeling next to the master hunter who is writhing on the ground in agony. I walk over to them and look down at the pair, I feel sympathy for the boy, a fang from one of the Hydras heads has caught the master hunters stomach and drawn blood meaning that the venom from the Hydra is now coursing through the mans blood and he is going to die. “We can hasten his death.” I tell the apprentice who will now have to step up to position of master and take an apprentice of his own within a couple of years after all a village this small always needs a hunter. He looks up at me and I summon a blade made of the black mist and point it down at the dying master hunter. “Wait.” The young hunter stops me as I lower the dagger towards the writhing older hunter. “I should be the one who does it.” The boy says drawing a dagger from his belt. He says a quick prayer as he lowers the blade to his masters throat and cuts, the older man stops writhing and goes deathly still, he spasms violently before falling still once again, the old hunter twitches once or twice before falling still forever. I feel a jab of sorrow, I had liked the old man he had seemed genuine, kind and strong but death comes for all at some point. I offer up a quick prayer for the deceased hunter hoping he gets into the afterlife of what ever religion he believed in. I feel like we could have been friends if things had gone differently. “I'm sorry you had to do that.” I say to the young man who is now the master hunter of the village. “He would have wanted to die fighting a worthy foe.” The hunter says sadly. “Then he died a good death.” I tell the young hunter. “I shall carry him back to the village so he can be given a proper funeral.” “I’m sure his family will be grateful.” The hunter says, “I’m grateful, thank you.” “I just wish I could have saved him.” I say angry at the knight because of his reckless behaviour that had gotten both himself and the old hunter killed. We walk back to the village quietly neither of us saying a word as we work together to carry the dead hunter and his soul bound hawks bodies to his family home. A soul bound animal is a part of a persons soul and most of the time if a person or the animal die then the one they are soul bound with will also die. We don’t have to walk into the village because the dead hunters family lives on the edge of the forest. “I’ll give my condolences to his family and leave so you can grieve together. Then I’ll head to the guild building and collect my portion of the bounty.” I tell the young hunter. “I’ll convince the guild to give his family his portion of the bounty.” I don’t spend long when I give my condolences to the dead hunters family, I don’t want to intrude on their grief so I say a prayer and leave. I collect my portion of the bounty and make sure that the guild office knows to pay the young hunter and the dead hunters family their portions of the bounty. I don't have any love for the knights order but I’ve got honour and he died fighting so I get the guild to give the knights portion of the bounty to the order. I stay in one of the rooms at the inn that night after purchasing and consuming a few mugs of mead. Large amounts of alcohol don’t effect me like it does normal people because even though I have had my brand covered I still have all the powers of my Fire Brand family. I am faster, stronger and more resilient than an average person with lightning quick reflexes, I can work magic like an Elf, fight like an Orcish Berserker and move in almost complete silence. I leave the village in the morning, there’s nothing for me here now, no bounties to complete and no monsters terrorising the village anymore. I leave and head toward the nearest big town in the hopes that there will be more bounties to complete and more money for me, I might find a red light district in a large town, it’s been a long while since I’ve felt the touch of a woman. There is another small village between this one and the large town, I should reach the village on my second day and then it would take three more days from there to get to the town. I have provisions of food and water, I shouldn’t run out before I reach the next village where I should be able to stock up. The village has just dipped out of view when I hear a noise, I’d know that noise anywhere, it’s the sound of a Hellhound and it’s on the hunt. My usual advice for anyone who should be unlucky enough to come across a Hellhound would be to run, get out of there as fast as possible. Hellhounds are shape shifters, they can take the form of any animal but none of the humanoid species like Elves, Orcs and Dwarves. Hellhounds have one big tell though that will always reveal their true nature, they always have red eyes, no matter what animal form they take. They can’t disguise their eyes because a Hellhound is a magical being born in fire and small pieces of the fire remain within the creature, the fire shines out through their eyes. The true form of a Hellhound though is a big black dog that looks like a wolf with glowing red eyes and teeth. I’m not frightened of this Hellhound though, they are of the fire and can’t become peoples spirit bound animals but us of the Fire Brand clan are different and for as far back as recorded history can tell us our people have always had Hellhounds as our spirit bound animals. There are lot of different levels of trust to a spirit bond and Hellhounds can be quite stubborn but once they make a pledge to a person of the Fire Brand they will do everything they can to protect their spirit bound person and expect the same in return. I relax my body ready for a fight, I know what is about to happen and I know how to fight back. I hear a branch creak in a tree behind me and know the exact direction where the attack will come from, I keep walking acting clueless like I don’t know I’m being stalked. I hear the whisper quiet sound of something pushing off a branch and the hum of a creature passing quickly through the air. I drop to a knee and spin, the hellhound flies over me but lands against the side of a tree like it’s ready to scale the tree. “Come on Aodh lets not do this, you know I’ll just win.” I say out loud to the Hellhound that I am spirit bound to. Aodh snarls and launches himself at me but I dodge out of his way striking out with a fist and catching the big, heavily muscled black cat form that he is wearing. The blow catches Aodh in the ribs and knocks him off course so he hits the floor and rolls over before regaining his feet. I feel a sharp stab of pain in my ribs as he starts to circle me slowly looking for a break in my defences. ‘You’re name for me means ‘God Of The Fire’ yet you always best me in our sparing matches.’ Aodh my spirit bound Hellhounds voice sounds from within my head. “You know why.” I tell him turning with him so that he is always in my line of sight. Aodh changes form so he is in his natural form looking like a large but sleek wolf, his fur is pitch black and seems to cancel light out making him almost disappear from view when ever he passes through the shadows, the only thing that gives him away is his glowing red eyes. I track his movements and wait for him make his move, this fight wont last long because I know his fighting style and can easily counter him. I am faster than him, not considerably so but fast enough to be able to get in some strikes against him and wear him down. ‘I will always try to beat you.’ He growls and I watch his muscles coil up ready for him to launch an attack at me. “I will always beat you though.” I laugh at him trying to taunt him as he leaps at me with his mouth wide and long sharp teeth bared ready to bite and tear with more force than any canine or feline creature not born from magic could ever muster. I can see his movements in advance so I sidestep out of the way and kick Aodh in his outstretched leg knocking him to the floor, I leap at him landing above him with a small ethereal dagger pressed against his chest. I glare down at him but I hear him laugh within my head. ‘I knew I wouldn’t beat you.’ He says with his deep voice and accompanying laugh. I move off of him and walk a couple of steps away as he gets to his feet. ‘Why do you always make me stay in the forest when your in the smaller settlements?’ He asks angrily, he already knows the answer though so I don’t understand why he keeps asking. “You know what their reactions would be. And before you mention shapeshifting you know that your glowing red eyes give you away.” I can’t help getting a little bit annoyed with him always asking about walking through the villages and towns. ‘I don’t like being away from you like that.’ He says grumpily, ‘I can’t help you if you get into a fight.’ He grumbles moving to my side. “Have you hunted recently?” I ask Aodh changing the topic, I am wondering if he is eating properly again though, he had been feeling a little sick when we had arrived in the last village a week ago. I hadn’t felt anything bad through the soul bond though and when I had tried to reach out to him using my mind yesterday because I knew he relishes a good fight but it was an easy kill. I think now that he had already seen the Priest Hydra earlier in the day and decided that the two of us together would be overkill. ‘Can’t complain.’ His voice is deep and majestic and is only inside my head. He only speaks out loud if he wants other people to hear him too but the rest of the time he doesn’t make any sound but growls, grunt and whines. I can understand what his noises mean but the I rely more on his body language that I have come to know so well over our long history together. We both have extended lives and he age slowly, I look to be in my early twenties but I have been around a lot longer. ‘I saw the Priest Hydra you took down, I didn’t think you needed my help but well with the loses maybe you did.’ He says. I’m not usually that bothered about the loses but the old hunters death has effected me and I feel guilty. I don’t answer him but continue walking, I’ve seen so many people die over the years that I’ve grown used to it. I reach into my bag and draw out a scabbard for a sword, I mutter a few quick words and the hilt of a steel sword appears. I draw from the scabbard a sword that is too long and wide to fit in the scabbard, I have to practice with the weight of a real sword it is heavy and it’s good for my muscles to use it. I run through some basic and then some advanced moves as we walk further into the forest. We don’t encounter any signs of monsters or bandits during the day so when we find a hollowed out tree just as the sun is setting we decide that we should be safe enough inside to not have to sleep in shifts. We are awoken in the middle of the night by a sound like roaring, the moon must have been covered by clouds because there is no moonlight to see by and the world is pitch black. The roar comes again and Aodh shifts his body and whimpers softly, I know those actions, he’s scared. If Aodh is scared I should be terrified, Hellhounds are generally thought of as fearless but everything feels fear and I have discovered two of a hellhounds fears, one is big stretches of water like lakes and the ocean the other is... “Oh Shit.” I mutter quietly before clamping my jaw closed hoping that the creature out there isn’t what I think it is and that it didn’t hear me. ‘Please tell me that isn’t a Dragon.’ I use the soul bond to speak silently to Aodh. ‘I cannot do that.’ He replies quickly, ‘We should just stay here and hope it ignores us.’ He sounds scared and I can feel his form shrink, he’s subconsciously making himself smaller, less of a target. We spend the rest of the night on high alert inside the hollow tree with the threat of the dragon finding us constantly looming over us but nothing happens. We don’t get much sleep throughout the night so when the sun starts to rise and the day begins we are both tired and on edge with the threat of a dragon still in our minds. The dragons pathway through the forest is obvious with large footprints and fallen trees carving out the path and direction the dragon had travelled. This was bad it had come from the direction of the village we were headed to and was aiming straight for the village we had recently left. I look down at Aodh but he must already know what I’m thinking because he is slowly shaking his head. ‘It looks too big for just the two of us to take it down.’ His voice sounds sad but resigned like he knows that if we try to stop it we will die and even if we did try and died in the process all the people in the previous village we had visited would die too anyway. I think about heading back towards the village and trying to stop the dragon, I would save the family of the dead master hunter who I had liked and the young hunter who would now have to fill his dead masters shoes, who should have a long life ahead of him. The kind of life that I could never have, meet a woman, fall in love, build a house, move in and have children, a family and to then die at an old age happy and content with the life they had carved out for themselves. I could have lived life after life like that in all the years I’ve been around but I never have and I never will that is the fate for a Fire Brand outcast. I want to head back towards the village, I want to kill the dragon and save the people of the village, to be viewed as the good guy for the first time in decades. I know I wont though because I’m already walking away from the direction that the dragon is travelling and not just because Aodh and I are both scared but because I am being drawn forward, I know exactly where I’m being drawn to and I have a good idea why. I’m being drawn towards the capital city at least a week long horseback ride away from here and over double that on foot even if you are magically enhanced like me. The reasons for my being drawn there is a girl, the summoning spell that is drawing me towards the capital can only be activated when the girl turns eighteen. There is an ancient prophecy concerning myself and this girl. When the girl with fiery hair reaches of age, the outcast will be drawn to her, their love will blossom while all else withers and dies. The love between the girl of fire and the outcast who does not age can bring even the gods to their knees. I had been sent to the capital on the day the prophecy had been spoken by the high prophet so that it was witnessed by one of the Fire Brand clan as was tradition. This was way back when I was still a part of the clan, a short while after my twentieth birthday when I had been sworn in to the clan and had received the gift of Fire Brand powers. That was the only other time I had felt this kind of summoning magic at work, that wasn’t long before I had rejected the teachings and actions of the clan and had become an outcast, an outcast who doesn’t age. One of the most useful and horrific powers bestowed upon the Fire Brand clan was that we didn’t age, we aren’t immortal and can still die from disease, a blade or one of the monsters we regularly fought but we would never die from just old age. “We need to go to the capital.” I tell Aodh who looks up at me with a concerned look on his face. ‘The prophecy?’ He asks. I can hear both fear and sadness in his voice. Over the years we had come to the same conclusion that I was the outcast from the prophecy but with all the monsters, bandits and other things and people I fought on a regular basis we had believed I would perish long before the prophecy started to unfold. It seemed like we were wrong. “I’m being drawn to the capital.” We both knew the wording of the prophecy and we also knew that there was nothing and no one else out there that could draw me to them like this. “I think it’s time.” I say softly. I think fondly and not so fondly about all the things I can remember from my long life, the days of happiness and pain, rage and self sacrifice. That would all be coming to an end soon if the prophecy was to be believed and I hadn’t seen a prophecy get it wrong before. “Maybe we should turn back, fight the dragon, die trying to save a village, die a hero instead of living to become the destroyer of everything.” I say morosely. Aodh doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t need to his sigh and slight shift in body language speaks volumes. “I know, I know. We have to go.” I mutter. Taking a few slow steps forward I look down at Aodh, my one constant friend who has stuck with me through everything, telling me I’m a fool when I do something stupid, fighting by my side even when all seemed lost and curling up by my side when I wanted nothing more than the embrace of death. ‘Get on, I’m not walking all the way to the capital at your pace.’ Aodh says stepping up next to me in the form of a large horse. I jump up onto his back expecting him to gallop away until I see the shadows lengthening and the feeling of weightlessness takes hold. “Damn it Aodh, I said never...” I’m cut off as ground drops out from beneath us and we fall quickly into darkness.

Emily had by now completely broken down and was sobbing uncontrollably. In fact, she had never cried this hard before. She now understood Mark completely and knew what she had to do. She stood up, turned around, and her jaw dropped. Chapter 1 Standing there, in the distance, were both Mark and Katelynn. “Mark! What the hell are you doing out of the hospital? For that matter how did you get out of the hospital? How did you find me here? My cell phone is still at work.” Mark and Kat just stood there “Hello can you two hear me? This isn’t fucking funny!” “Of course, it’s not funny Emi, but neither is going off the grid.” Mark said calmly “As to your other questions: We both were worried sick about you. As to me getting out of the hospital well for that you have to ask Kat. As to how we found you, that was just a simple process of elimination that we started this morning.” “Well Katelynn, how did you get your Dad out of the hospital?” Emily asked crossly for she had a feeling. “Not how you’re thinking Mom, honest. I just came into his room this morning, threw his clothes at him, told him to get dressed because I was getting him out of the hospital. We just walked out like we owned the place.” “How did you fool the monitors? They should have tripped when you disconnected them.” “Please Mom, give a girl some credit. I just hacked Dad’s monitors so that they would continue to give the nurses a signal for the time that we needed to get out.” “YOU HACKED THE HOSPITAL!” Emily was now extremely pissed “Of course not, Mom. I just hacked Dad’s monitors” Kat said cool as a cucumber. “Damn it Kat! Do you know the risk you put your Dad in? Well, do you? And you Mark. You should know better than to leave the hospital without being released! Damn it you two, I love both of you and I couldn’t live if I lost you!” “Emily dear; We came because we love you and couldn’t bear the thought that you might do something terrible. I’ve already lost one woman in my life because I couldn’t check on her when her world was turned upside-down. I’m not about to lose you too.” When Emily looked at Mark, he had a tear in his eye. She knew that he was being sincere and completely truthful with her. She now knew that she could never hold a grudge against Mark or Katelynn ever again. They risked Mark’s life and Kat’s freedom and sanity, to break out of the hospital, to make sure that she was ok. Emily took a deep breath and walked slowly up to them. Standing there, Emily could see just how nervous Mark and Kat were. Neither wanted to lose her and Emily didn’t want to lose them either. Emily took the last step and putting an arm around both of them pulled them to her and gave both a hug and a kiss on the cheek for Kat and one on the lips for Mark. “Come on you two” chirped Emily “let’s go home. Oh Katelynn” “Yes Mom?” “When we get home, we really need to talk about you hacking your Dad’s monitors.” “Of course, Mom.” Emily put an arm around Kat’s shoulders and the other around Mark’s waist as they walked back to the vehicles. Chapter 2 When they got home, Emily checked on Mark’s knife wound. Surprisingly it wasn’t bleeding but she knew that Mark still needed to go back to the hospital. Before that though there was the matter of Katlynn’s hacking so the three of them sat down at the kitchen table. “So, Kat how long have you been a hacker?” “Gee Mom you say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m a white hat hacker. That means that I’m one of those who look for bugs in software and report them to the company so that the bugs can get fixed. And I’ve been doing it for years. I’ve even been able to hack the Pentagon. They didn’t even believe that I had done it until I sent them some of their classified documents as proof. It goes without saying that they were pissed. Still not sure what pissed off the DoD more, that they got hacked or that a young teen successfully hacked them without them knowing about it until it was over.” “Just promise me that you’ll be careful on what you’re doing. I don’t want to lose you.” “Don’t worry Mom. Companies pay good money to white hat hackers. I actually make really good money doing it and I’m helping people at the same time.” “Now Mark, how long have you known about this?” “For as long as she’s been doing it. Who do you think, taught her in the first place?” “You hack too?” “Not anymore. With work and raising an energetic young girl I don’t have the time to do much hacking. Besides Kat’s much better at it. I just advise her once in a while.” Emily just shook her head. She still had a lot to learn about her family and she was looking forward to learning. “Well let’s get something to eat and get Mark back to the hospital. He’ll need to be there for at least a few days.” Emily stated. Mark then whispered in her ear: “How bout I eat you?” “Mark you’re a dirty boy!” exclaimed Emily cheerfully “What am I going to do with you?” Mark just smiled at her warmly. This just melted Emily’s heart. Just seeing Mark’s smile reminded her just how lucky she was and just how close she had come to losing everything. “How bout I make dinner so that you two can find a room” Kat giggled causing Emily to blush. With that, Mark took hold of Emily’s hand and led her to the bedroom. They both knew that they would have to be careful, but both of them, Emily especially, were on fire. It would have taken a biblical disaster to stop them. To save time they shed their clothes as they went earning them a laugh from Kat but neither of them cared. When they got to the bedroom, Emily gently pushed Mark onto the bed and took his cock into her mouth. This was something that she usually didn’t did, but this time she just had to do it. Mark was babbling like an idiot but Emily wouldn’t stop, then Mark started to move around and Emily stopped and growled, “Don’t move or I’ll stop and never do this again.” Mark froze. He might have been babbling like an idiot but he was far from being an idiot. Satisfied that she had stopped Mark from moving, Emily continued. She had never felt Mark’s cock so hard that it actually curved up a bit and all the veins were highlighted. Emily then had a wicked idea. She kept sucking and bobbing her head up and down then she started using her tongue, but not fast enough to make Mark blow. Mark thought that he was going to pass out from the lack of blood in his brain. Emily was proving to be a very talented cock sucker. Eventually despite him not moving and her not going fast enough he was going to blow, but just as he was going to give her a warning she stopped and looked up at him with a warm yet devious smile. She jumped up and in one movement impaled herself on Mark. “Why; you’re not thinking of cumming without me, are you darling?” she asking knowing full well that Mark was out of it, but it was still fun for her. Mark just shook his head weakly. Emily then began to, ever so slowly, go up and down while moving side to side at the same time. Mark’s eyes bulged at this. Emily smiled figuring that it was time to turn up the heat even more. She added hip rotations to her movements and using her Kegel muscles she began to gently massage Mark’s penis. Mark thought that he could handle Emily’s moving in the two dimensions, but when she added the third and fourth axis of movement Mark lost it. He began to have the most powerful orgasm of his life. His toes curled so hard that they cramped, he thrust up so hard that Emily was lifted up by two feet and this caused her to squeal with delight. Mark’s cock then felt like it exploded as countless jets of cream shot out, drowning Emily’s cunt and actually overflowing it. All this happening inside Emily had sent her over the edge as well and she followed Mark into the abyss. What was that saying she thought ‘stare into the abyss and it stares into you or something like that ...ah screw it.’ She plunged deeper and deeper. Far deeper than she had ever been before. It actually felt like she was having an out of body experience. It was obvious from the look on Mark’s face that he was right there with her. Eventually they both returned to their bodies. They were both drenched in sweat and were panting harder than if they had just run back-to-back marathons. Somehow Mark managed to turn both of them on the bed so that he could pull the covers up over them. Chapter 3 It was late the next morning when they woke up. At first, Emily was confused. The light was coming into the room wrong after all it had been late afternoon when they had gotten home. It wasn’t until she found her phone that everything made sense. It was almost noon and it was Monday. “FUCK WE OVERSLEPT!” Emily screamed as she raced to the shower. She was late to work and that had never happened before. “Don’t worry sweetie” Mark said calmly “Kat called both of our bosses this morning and told them that we’re not feeling that well so we won’t be coming into work today. Now how bout we get back into bed.” Emily just stared at him, “How do you know?” “I woke up earlier, just before Kat left for school. She told me what she did so I just crawled back into bed.” “Mark” Emily screamed “I’ve never missed a day of work and I’m not about to start now!” “And you would make Kat a liar?” Mark asked innocently but with a wicked grin on his face. “Damn it, you two are going to completely corrupt me!” “Of course. Now how bout you turn that shower off and let’s relax a bit.” Emily moved without thinking about it. She turned off the water and moved into Mark’s arms. The feelings that came over her were almost overwhelming. She felt bad for not going to work but she felt so good and safe in his arms. This decided things for her. She would skip work today and spent it with her lover, but first she made Mark lay down on some towels she put on the bed. The doctor in Emily had kicked in and Mark knew better than to argue. His side still hurt a bit but he was surprised at how little pain he felt. There was some seepage but other than that everything was good. This surprised Emily. Mark had gotten a serious stab wound Saturday morning and yet he was moving around with little pain. “Happy now honey? How bout we wrestle up some grub? I’m starving and I bet you are too, especially with all that screaming you were doing yesterday.” “I wasn’t that loud!” Emily said defiantly. Mark just gave her a fish eyed look. “Emily, I thought a monster was going to pop out of your chest with the way you were going at it.” “I don’t do that!” Mark just gave her the bull shit look and Emily’s face turned deep red. They went out to the kitchen, made some brunch, and started cleaning up the house a bit. After this last weekend it was a mess. At one point, Mark snuck up on Emily while she was doing laundry. He picked her up and put her on the washing machine while it was running. Emily tried not to get turned on, but the vibrations from the washer running plus Mark’s strong hands was just too much for her and she gave in. She found that she really liked doing it like this. Not only did she have the vibrations to drive her wild, but also the different angle that Mark had. He was able to drive up into her at such an angle that he bumped into her cervix and rubbed her G-spot with every thrust. She also became aware of one other thing that was driving her wild with lust, she was completely at Mark’s mercy. In this position, she couldn’t do anything much. She didn’t worry because she trusted Mark, she just worried that she might go insane before he finished with her. Before long she was singing like an opera singer and she eyes were clamped shut as she held on to anything that she could grab, with a white-knuckle grip. Within minutes she wasn’t just cumming she was uber cumming. Her pussy was gushing like a white-water river and it showed no signed of stopping. Furthermore, neither did Mark, he just kept pounding her without mercy. By this point she was nothing more than a ragdoll for Mark. She had pretty much collapsed and was leaning on Mark’s shoulder. Finally, Mark was getting close. As his cock swelled, Emily was driven further from reality and deeper into the abyss. When she finally felt his white-hot sperm shooting into her pussy, she passed out. After Mark finished, it took everything he had left to stay on his feet. Not only was he exhausted but Emily’s screaming in ecstasy in the small, hard walled laundry room had made his ears ring. It took a couple of minutes before he was able to completely focus. He was then able to gently pick Emily up and carry her back to their bedroom so they could lay down to rest. Even through it they had been fucking for only half an hour, Mark was exhausted and Emily had passed out. Meanwhile at school, Kat had been turned into a celebrity for her killing the guy that had been tormenting the school halls for months now. Every girl almost bowed down to her like she was royalty while almost every guy gave her a wide berth. For none of them wanted to endure her wrath. Kat now had the reputation of one of the wrathful goddesses of ancient times, something like Athena, goddess of wisdom. Everyone knew that Kat was wise beyond her years; now she also had proven that she was extremely dangerous as well. Personally, Kat was embarrassed, she hated the attention that she got with one exception. There was one guy that didn’t seem offput by her reputation. He was a new transfer to the school named Brandon, and Kat actually found his nerdy look attractive. He was tall, skinny as a rail, had brown hair, and a bit of ache, but carried himself with a quiet confidence. He actually reminded Kat a lot of her dad. They both were wary of each other. It was obvious to all around that they found each other attractive, but neither had no real idea on how to proceed. When Kat got home, she started laughing. The house smelled of hot sex and she could hear her mom and dad snoring in their bedroom. After she had gotten her homework done, she started dinner. This woke her mom and dad up from their slumber. Kat had to sit down when Emily came out for it looked like she had been washed and put away wet. Her hair was a mess, she had heavy bags under her eyes, and she walked with a bit of a limp. Her dad on the other hand was full of energy and was almost bouncing off the walls. Kat figured that this was as good as time as any to tell them her big news. “Hey Mom, Dad, can we chat for a minute?” Emily and Mark were both taken back for Kat was appeared as nervous as a mouse in a room full of cats. “What’s wrong Kat?” Emily asked suddenly concerned. “Uh well… I … well I …” Kat took a deep breath “I met this boy at school” she whispered. Mark and Emily looked at each other and smiled. “Mark, don’t you have something to do in the barn?” Emily asked “No” Mark said confused. Emily just looked at him “You sure about that?” “Oh, ya thank you, I almost forgot.” With that he almost ran out of the house. Emily looked back at Kat and Kat swallowed; “Ok Kat, let me hear everything about him.” Kat now wished that she had kept her mouth shut, for some reason she was embarrassed. “Oh, come Katelynn, he can’t be that bad.” This woke Kat up, nobody used her full name, many at her school didn’t even know her full name. Kat went on to describe Brandon in every detail. Emily and Kat conspired on how to get Brandon to ask her out, eventually conceding that it was too early and they would have to what to see how things unfolded. Chapter 4 As Mark and Emily’s wedding day got closer, the closer Mark and Emi became. It was almost like they were becoming one person. The biggest problem that Emily had was that with all the work she was now doing on the farm her muscles were getting bigger. She already had to get bigger scrub pants because her ass was now solid muscle, and was worried that her dress wouldn’t fit. Almost all fat on her body had now been worked off, even though she was eating more now than she had before. The Saturday before the wedding she had gone over to Cindy’s to make sure it still fit. If anything, it fit even better. Mark made to sure that his suit still fit right and that the hogs that they would use would be prefect for roasting. Kat decided that she was going to ask Brandon to be her date for the wedding and he agreed providing that either one of his parents could drop him off or someone could pick him up for he didn’t drive. When Kat told Mark and Emi, they decided, much to Kat’s surprise, to have a limo pick up Brandon and his family and bring them over. Kat quickly cleared this with Brandon. He assured her that they would be on time for he was starting to really warm up to Kat. The day before the wedding, Mark slipped away for a couple of hours, he had something that he had to do. Neither Emi or Kat were surprised at this. They knew that he was going to the cemetery to say hello to his folks and sister. It was very early on Saturday morning when Mark got back and passed out on the couch. Emily was up at her usual time on Saturday morning. She had butterflies in her stomach, for she was finally going to get married. Something that she had always wanted. She walked out and seen that Mark was sleeping on the couch and that Kat was already up. They two of them made some coffee and took it out to the patio so that they could watch the sun rise. It had been forecasted to be a beautiful day and it was definitely starting out that way. The ladies finished their coffee and fruit that they brought out with them and they went back in. Mark had gotten up and they could hear him in the shower. The ladies then left a note and slipped out to go to Cindy’s so that they could get ready. Mark got out and seen the note. He still had some work to do for he had to start roasting the hogs. Everything was ready; all he had to do was use the skid loader with forks to put the hogs over the coals. The three of them had killed and cleaned the hogs the day before. They had also got the pit ready and before they left, Kat had started the fire. It took some time but the fire burned down and Mark put the hogs on. The wedding was at three that afternoon and he knew that the hogs would be done by the time of the reception. As he was waiting, he laid down and took a nap. He woke up at one and started getting dressed for people would start arriving soon. But first the three S’s; shit, shower, and shave. Sure, enough as soon as he finished getting dressed, the doorbell rang. It was Tim and Evan. As it got closer to three, Mark was getting nervous like almost every other man on his wedding day. Finally, he heard the ladies arrive for they had taken Kat’s truck and he knew that truck’s sound anywhere. Kat came out to do a final check on everything and say hi to Brandon and his family. To say that he and his family were impressed was an understatement. His parents hadn’t really believed him when he told them about Kat. Finally meeting her in person, they could see that their son’s de***********ion of her didn’t do her justice. Brandon was impressed because this was the first time, he had seen Kat outside of school and she was smoking hot. Not only that but she also was allowing her true personality show and he found himself being drawn to her like a moth to the flames. At three o’clock sharp the music started. Everyone gasped when Emily finally appeared. Her gown appeared to be made of emeralds and her wavy hair looked to be made of molten gold and fire that had been spun into fine silk. She had just enough make-up on to highlight her checks, eyes, and lips. As Emily walked down the aisle a cool breeze blew through. Both Emily and Mark smiled at this for it seemed that Susie, Mark’s parents, and Emily’s first fiancé had arrived. In Emily’s eyes, she could see the four of them standing near the front and in her mind, she thanked them for coming. For the first time she heard Mark’s parents speak to her, “We wouldn’t miss this for the world dear.” Emily shed a single tear, she wished that her parents were only a tenth as good as Mark’s parents had been. Mark hadn’t missed the tear and he knew what had caused it for he also seen his parents, his sister, and a very handsome black man arrive. He was confused a bit but figured that he would ask later, maybe. The wedding went off without a hitch, but the reception was a different matter. As the reception was starting, an expensive car pulled in the drive and Emily froze when she seen it. Mark and Kat were both confused but that didn’t last long. Two people got out of the back seats. The man had short grey hair and the woman had long hair that was turning grey but still had some red in it. The man was also a bit drunk. Mark looked at Emi, “What’s wrong honey? You know these people?” Emily didn’t answer but her face showed her anger building fast. Mark shook her arm. “Emi, you know them?” “Yes, I know them, all too well.” growled Emi in her frigid tone. Mark and Kat were now concerned hearing Emi’s tone. “They are my fucking parents.” Mark held Emi’s hand as her parents approached. “Hello mother, father. What are you doing here?” “We’re here to see our daughter get married but I see that she couldn’t even wait for us even through we’ve been calling” her mother said. “So, this is the loser that your head over heels for?” her father added in a condescending tone. “You should have been married in a proper church to a proper catholic lad instead of this hick wedding and to this hick. He doesn’t look bright enough to dump the water out a boot with the directions on the heel.” By now everyone was staring at Emi’s parents. They were too stunned to say anything. Everyone was stunned but Kat. Once again, she proved to have ice water flowing through her veins. She stepped in front of Mark and Emily “What the fuck are you two idiots doing here. I know that neither of you were invited because Mom knew how you would act. Why don’t you two get the bloody hell out of here before I rip both of you to pieces.” “Mom? Emily, I always knew you were a whore!” her mother spit out. Kat had enough of this and punched Emily’s mother hard breaking her nose and putting her on her ass. “Quiet your mouth you fucking cunt. Technically she’s my step-mom and I’ve killed once already to protect MY MOM and I’m not afraid to do it again. I highly doubt this beautiful, bright, and caring woman could be the product of you two bums. I’m betting someone got in before your husband did. And if your husband goes for that gun tucked into his pants, I’ll kill him where he stands.” With this Kat produced her gun that she always carried, and while not pointing it at Emily’s father, made it clear that she could very quickly. “Now I’m going to tell you two exactly what you will do. You both will kneel in front of MY MOM and DAD. You WILL apologize for your idiotic behavior. You will then leave and never attempt to contact any of us ever again.” Kat’s voice was now so cold that the temperature seemed to drop by twenty degrees and everyone was now staring at her like she was some mythical creature that had come to life. “DO IT NOW!” Kat snapped while not using anymore muscles then was absolutely necessary to talk. Emily’s parents jumped and the blood drained from their faces. They quicky did exactly what Kat had told them to for neither of them had ever encountered someone as cold and threatening as her, and they had met: gangers, organized crime members, IRA bombers, and serial killers. Never had anyone they ever met given off the vibes that Kat did. She was a very cold-blooded killer should she choose to be. Kat kept her gun out until Emily’s parents drove off. Storing it away in her dress, she looked at everyone else; “What?” Emily came up and looked right into Kat’s eyes; “Katelynn, I’ve never ever seen someone so cold and calm as you. I’ve also never seen my parents that afraid of anyone ever. Just to let you know” Emily took a deep breath and closed her eyes “I’m very proud of you and I’m proud that you are my daughter.” Kat broke down in tears and jumped into Emily’s arms, dress be damned. “I LOVE YOU MOM!” screamed Kat while crying her eyes out. There wasn’t a dry eye present while Kat and Emily embraced each other. Finally, Emily whispered quietly to Kat, “We’re going to mess up our make-up if we keep this up.” Looking at each other Kat and Emily broke out in laughter. They laughed so hard that their sides cramped. Suddenly Kat looked at everyone and stood up, “Hey, we’re supposed to be having a PARTY!” With that she bounced over and turned the music on. After the mandatory wedding dances, Kat put on a slow dance song and went over to Brandon. “Would you dance with me please?” Kat asked nervously. It was a bit funny actually, a young lady that could stare death in the face and win was extremely nervous when it came to love. Although Brandon wasn’t sure what to do, he took hold of one of Kat’s hands and they started to dance. They danced very single one of the remaining songs together. Eventually, everyone else stopped dancing to watch Kat and Brandon dance. Mark and Emi went up and introduced themselves to Brandon’s parents. After the introductions, the four of them turned to watch Kat and Brandon dance. “You know something Emi” said Mark “Those two really do make a cute couple.” Brandon’s parents had to agree with Mark. After a couple of hours, the party was winding down. All the food had been eaten and everyone was happy but tired. Kat and Brandon were all but inseparable by the end of the party and everyone thought that they made a lovely couple. Chapter 5 After the wedding, Mark and Emily quickly settled into their married life. Mark never asked Emily who the fourth ghost was at the wedding, figuring that she would tell him if or when she was ready. They didn’t bother to go on a honeymoon because neither one really cared and neither really had the time. Kat and Brandon started dating officially and both were really happy. During Thanksgiving Kat ate both with her family and with Brandon’s family. Before Kat went over to Brandon’s house for the first time; Mark sat Brandon down and explained things to him. Basically, if he ever hurt Kat, Mark would hunt him down and kill him. After Mark’s talk, Brandon was terrified and it didn’t get any better when Kat told Brandon a piece of her Dad’s history. Emily got to go deer hunting for her first time that fall and was rewarded with a nice buck which Kat mounted on the living room wall for her. Joining the many deer that her and Mark had mounted over the years. Emily would also hunt for squirrels, rabbits, and raccoons. On Black Friday Emily and Kat went shopping and had a wonderful time. They went everywhere and did everything they could. Kat made sure that she had gotten something nice for Brandon in addition to her regular shopping. Before Emily, Mark never really got into the holidays and never could wait until they were over. Now he felt much more like he did before his parents had died. Two weeks before Christmas, Kat and a group of her friends from school decided to go to a big Christmas concert. Emily was a bit jealous because she had wanted to go as well, but at the last minute, had to go to work to cover for one of the other doctors who had gotten really sick from bad seafood. She had wanted to go because Mark was away on a business trip and wasn’t due back until Sunday. Plus, she liked Christmas music. Kat and Emi hadn’t seen each other that afternoon because Emi had gone to work before Kat got home from school. Of course, they texted each other and Kat sent Emi pictures of the concert. She also told her when they left and were one their way home. Kat was very mature for a fifteen-year-old girl and Emi was glad for that because she didn’t know anything about raising a teen. It was almost midnight, and Emily was looking forward to going home. It had been a very long day. Then a call came in, four teens had been in a serious traffic accident. Two of them were dead on the scene. The other two were on their way with life threatening injuries. The driver of the vehicle that hit them head-on walked away without a scratch. He was arrested for DUI and at least two counts of manslaughter. Emily rushed to make sure that everything was ready. When the teens got there, Emily’s blood froze, one of the teens was Kat. Emily now went on autopilot, driven not only by her Navy training but also her rapidly developing motherly instinct and the fear that she might lose everything. For not only did she now have an adopted daughter but she also held a secret that she wasn’t ready to reveal quite yet. She pushed her way to Kat’s stretcher and instantly could see that Kat most likely wouldn’t survive. Not only had Kat lost a lot of blood but she couldn’t move her legs. One of her arms had a bone coming out of it as well. As Emily started working on her, Kat started talking to her, “Hi, mom. I’m so sorry for this. I’ve been wanting to visit you at work, just not like this.” “You’ve nothing to be sorry for Kat.” “I’m not going to make it will I?” “You’ll be just fine Kat.” “Thank you for trying to cheer me up, but we both know that I’m not going to live. Just please make sure that all my parts that can be donated are, and then donate the rest of me to science.” “Kat shut-up. I’ve seen people live with much worse injuries than you’ve got.” That was actually a bold face lie on Emily’s part. Kat was hurt really bad but Emily was trying to keep Kat’s sprits up as much as possible. As Kat was rolled into one of the operating rooms, Emily whispered to Kat, “I’ve got something to tell you but you have to survive for me to tell you, deal Kat?” “Yes. Mom I need to tell you that I love you. Can you tell Dad that I love him too?” said Kat weakly “Good bye” “Tell him yourself Kat for you’re NOT going to die on me.” Emi told her “Ok everyone let’s do this” Emi said to the rest of the staff. “Kat we’re going to put you under now. I love you.” What followed was by far the most stressful operation of Emily’s life. Kat had numerous internal injuries, a badly broken arm, and a damaged spine; although Emily thought that with work Kat would be able to go back to her normal life. About three hours in, disaster struck. Kat flat lined. Emily, without thinking, vaulted up on top of Kat and started CPR and ordered drugs put into the IV tubes while the paddles were charging. Kat found herself in a house that was strange but at the same time familiar and she couldn’t figure that out. Walking out of what Kat figured was the kitchen was another teen about her own age. “Hello Katelynn. How are you?” “Who the fuck are you and where the bloody hell am I?” “That’s not a nice way for you to stay hello to your aunt, is it dearie? As to where you are, I’m sure that you can figure that out.” Kat squinted looking at the teen, “Aunt Susan? Is that really you? If that’s you I guess that I’m really dead then. As to where I am, this looks like the house from some of my Dad’s old pictures.” “Yep, I’m your aunt Susan, but please just Susie will work, and this is the house that your Dad and I grew up in. As to being dead that’s still up to you.” “What do you mean “up to me” and why would my imagination give me a choice?” asked Kat warily “That’s just what I mean. Whether you live or die at this point is up to you. But before you decide I can show you want will happen both ways. As for your imagination, you actually think this is just your imagination.” “What’s there to decide let me out of here. I’ve got a life to live and yes you’re just a figment of my imagination.” “One I’m not “just a figment of your imagination.” And two, don’t you want to know what will happen? To know if you want to suffer the pain that you’ll endure in your life if you decide to live. Because if you decide to die now then you could avoid all the pain and suffering that’s in your future.” “No, I don’t want to know my future.” Snapped Kat “I want to go back and live my life, suffer the pain, celebrate life, and be with MY family. I’m not a fucking coward like you were!” “Our family, Katelynn. Our family.” “MY family. You abandoned my Dad after he tried his best to protect you. I mean he took beatings for you. He even killed to protect you. He had to fight by himself, because you had chickened out, to get sole custody of me when I was young. NOW LET GO OF ME!” “Very well, your Dad was just as stubborn.” Kat saw a bright light coming from the entry door and raced toward it. She entered the light and she was back. Her heart started beating again. For four minutes, Kat had been dead. To say Emily was relieved would be an understatement. She had almost lost her daughter. Emily and her team kept working frantically to keep Kat stable; for an hour later Kat flat-lined again. “Ah shit, you again?” “Well, hello to you too, Katelynn.” “It’s Kat. Why don’t we just skip the bull and let me go back now?” “Nope, there’s some other people here that you need to meet.” And Susie then pointed behind her. Kat looked and an older couple walked up and stood beside Susie. Kat was confused for a second then she figured out who the couple was. It wasn’t too hard being that her Dad had finally started putting out some pictures from his childhood and the fact that the man looked very similar to her Dad. “Grandma? Grandpa?” Kat asked. “Yes. Hello Kat. We wish that we could be meeting up better circumstances.” “That’s ok. I was just leaving. I hope that I don’t have to see any of you for a long time yet.” “Now hold on Kat” said her grandpa “Who said that you could leave yet?” “I did” growled Kat “Now where’s that damn door?” Kat looked and the door that she went out was gone now. “Hey whiskey tango foxtrot. What’s going on here?” “It’s simple Kat, you can’t leave” stated Susie. “Fuck you! I’m going to leave whether you like it or not and go back home” snapped Kat. With that she seized ahold of a chair and with all her might threw it out a window. She then jumped into the light coming through the broken window. Once again Kat’s heart started to beat and Emily was close to exhaustion. Twice now she had saved her daughter from dying. Not only that but Emily was coming up on being awake for 24 hours. At least now it was looking like Kat was out of the woods. Her vital signs were now stable and the worst of the damage had been either repaired or had been stabilized so that specialist could go back in later and fix things once Kat had recovered some. Finally, after six hours, Emily was finished. Kat was alive and stable but still critical. She would be able to rest and once she was strong enough, she would have more surgery to work on her back so that she wouldn’t be paralyzed. There was just one more thing for Emily to do. She had been told that Mark had been able to get an earlier flight and was in the waiting room with Brandon and his parents. Emily walked out into the room with Kat’s blood all over her, but she wore a tired smile. When Mark seen her, he broke down in tears and raced to hug Emily. Her smile had told him all that he needed to know. His only daughter, the girl that had given him the strength to keep from committing suicide for the last fifteen years and was responsible for him and Emily getting together was alive. At that moment he didn’t care about the details. Brandon also ran over and hugged Emily. “How bad is she Emily?” asked Brandon “She’s going to be in the hospital for a while. She will have to have a specialist operate on her spine to keep her from becoming paralyzed. She’s also going to need a lot of physical therapy, especially for her arm and back, but she hopefully will be good as new in about six months.” “Thank God” whispered Brandon as he began to pray again. Mark whispered to Emily, “He’s been praying since before I came in. I know his parents were concerned that if Kat didn’t make it that he would take his own life.” “Mark honey, Kat did die. Twice for a total of almost seven minutes. Thankfully she’s a very tough and stubborn young lady.” “And thankfully she had the best surgeon in the world to operate on her.” Emily blushed crimson hearing that. She loved Mark dearly and she also loved Kat. They were so much more than a family to her. They had given her a reason to start living again, not just surviving as she had been. She was now almost ready to fall asleep standing up for the adrenaline that had been keeping her going was wearing off. Mark gently picked her up and carried her out to his truck with help from Brandon’s dad. Emily was asleep before Mark had taken two steps. Brandon was determined to stick around until Kat woke up despite his mom trying to talk him out of it. Eventually his mom gave in and went home. Chapter 6 It was three days before Kat would wake up. As he had promised, Brandon had stayed by her side the entire time. Mark and Emily would have but they both had to work and they had to take care of the farm. Mark did stop by every day on his way home from work and Emily stopped in when she wasn’t working on the farm or in the hospital. Once Kat woke up, Cindy stopped by with her kids and this made Kat light up. She adored those two kids. Kat of course was deeply touched by Brandon’s devotion to her and realized that she was falling madly in love with him. It took till Emily and Mark came in for Kat to learn that all three of her friends, that were in the car with her, had died while the drunk that hit them was able to walk away without a scratch. Kat was able to give an extremely detailed account of what happened to the cops and from them she learned that the drunk would most likely be in prison for the rest of his life for he had a number of DUIs on his record and now he had killed three teens. About a week after the accident and Kat went back into surgery. This time Emily was just an observer. This was something that was usually frowned on but she had used her position and called a favor that the performing surgeon owed her to get herself into the operating room. The surgery started out going really well, but then Kat had a bad reaction to one of the medications and she flatlined again. All Emily could do was to stand there in absolute terror, her daughter was dying for a third time and this time she couldn’t do anything about it. “Seriously Susie we have to quit meeting like this.” Kat said realizing where she was. “Don’t worry you’ll be sent back to your meat bag soon, but first you WILL sit down and listen to what we have to tell you.” Kat noticed that there was three other people in the room now. Her grandparents and a very handsome black man in a marine uniform. “Whatever you say, Susie.” Said Kat dryly as she sat down. “But first a question, who’s the super-hot guy?” Susie smiled “I’ll get there, no need to get your panties in a bunch.” The other three people just smiled. “Hold on here Susie, if you’re going to try and tell me my future again, I still don’t want to know. I want to be able to live my life to the fullest and not knowing what’s going to happen next will encourage me to live every day like it’s my last.” The four dead people in the room smiled. “That’s a very good attitude to have my dear.” Said the Marine. “Now I suppose that I should stop being rude and introduce myself. I’m Major Dewayne Richardson, and I was Emily’s first fiancé.” Kat took a step back and paled a bit. He then told Kat how he and Emily met and got together. He also told her of his death. “Wow, no wonder why Emily was so traumatized by your death.” Dewayne nodded. “I’m so glad that you two became friends, you protected her, and you got her together with your Dad; Katelynn. Emily wouldn’t have survived another suicide attempt, and you were right when you told her your dad’s story that day. My death’s anniversary was coming up and she was fated to succeed in killing herself. In fact, she was planning on killing herself that evening. For saving her life I can only say thank you and if you ever need help or advice all you have to do is think of me and I’ll be there.” Susie then spoke up, “I’ve got the same deal with Emily. Now Kat, I have something very important to tell you so be quiet and listen carefully. The foster parents that took your Dad and I in were actually our aunt and uncle. That’s right, our aunt and uncle beat us regularly, forced your Dad to rape and impregnate me, and then sold the videos of us to other perverts. That also means that your Dad killed the last of our family on your grandfather’s side to protect me. Problem was that some of our aunt’s siblings started hunting me for revenge. Your dad caught and killed them too when they attacked me. Yep, your Dad has killed five people to protect me. After this, we were split up by the state and I was so traumatized that I was having nightmares every single night. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m truly sorry that I wasn’t there for your Dad, in person, but I was always by his side in spirit. Tell your Mom and Dad what we have told you and this will prove that this isn’t just your imagination. We just ask you to choose the moment very carefully.” Kat was speechless, she knew her Dad hadn’t told her everything but never in a million years did she imagine that his past was this bad. Kat collapsed and started crying. She didn’t even know how long that she cried. Her grandparents came up and sat down next to her to comfort her. For this Kat was extremely grateful for she was overwhelmed by all the information, that she had learned about her Mom and Dad. Once Kat finally finished crying Dewayne came up to her: “Sweetie it’s time for you to return to the land of the living.” “Can I at least say good bye to all of you?” “Of course.” Kat went around, gave everyone hugs and apologized to Susie for how she had treated her. Susie just brushed it off for she was not only use to Kat’s temper for it was just like her Dad’s, but also knew just how much stress Kat had been under. Finally, there was a bright light and Kat stepped into it. Back in the OR Kat’s heart started beating once again and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Emily was so stressed that she had gotten sick and had to leave. Eventually the surgeon finished his work on Kat’s back. She would be able to walk and possibly run, eventually. He went out to give the news to Mark, Emily, and Brandon. When Kat woke up, she was very nervous. Not about herself for she could now feel and wiggle her toes again but about the information that she had learned about the Mom and Dad. It was almost a week later when she finally made her decision. That evening when her Mom and Dad came in to see her, she would tell them. When they came in that evening, Kat was much calmer then she had been since her last surgery. “Kat, are you ok?” asked Emi. “Yep, I finally made the decision today that I’ve been wrestling with for the last week. Mom, Dad we really need to talk, please.” Mark and Emily nodded, sat down, and waited for Kat to continue. They didn’t want to rush her. “During the time that my heart stopped I met some people. Mom, I met Dewayne. Dad, I met your Mom, Dad, and sister.” Emily’s face went pale, she hadn’t heard Dewayne’s name in years and hadn’t spoken it since he had died. Mark seen Emi’s change, but waited for Kat to continue. “Mom; Dewayne told me of how you two met and how he died. Dad; Susie told me of your first foster parents were actually your aunt and uncle and how you continued to protect her after you had killed them.” Mark’s face now matched Emily’s. They knew that it was time to tell each other all their dark secrets. Emily wasn’t really surprised that Mark had killed three more people to protect his sister, and Mark wasn’t surprised with the revelation of Emily’s first fiancé. They were all surprised at how well they reacted to each other’s secrets and all three were relieved that they didn’t have to hide their secrets from each other. Finally, it was Christmas morning. Emily, Mark, and Brandon came to the hospital with all the presents that would have been opened that morning at Kat’s house, plus Brandon brought the gifts that he had gotten her that he planned to give her when she came over to his house. They all helped Kat open her gifts on account of the fact that she couldn’t use her left arm at the moment. Most of the presents were clothes or gift cards while Brandon had gotten Kat a very nice necklace that held a sapphire that just happened to match Kat’s eyes. The best gift of the morning though was given by Emily. After all the other gifts had been opened, she stood up and went to close the door. Turning around to a confused crowd she said: “Mark, Kat this last gift is for you two.” Emily took off the jacket that she had been wearing and lifted her shirt to reveal a ribbon tied into a bow around her belly. Mark and Kat’s eyes lit up after a second. “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE PREGNET?” they asked in unison. Emily just nodded. Mark was on his feet in a millisecond and was hugging Emily. Emily then moved over so that she could hug Kat. She also gave Brandon a hug as well. “Congrats y’all” said Brandon “Mom, how long have you known? I’m assuming that’s the news that I had to survive to hear.” “Yes, that’s the news. I’ve suspected since mid-November and I confirmed it with my ob-gyn just after your second surgery. I figured that it was so close to Christmas that the announcement would make the prefect Christmas gift. I’m just so glad that you’re here to hear it, Katelynn.” Pandemonium reigned supreme for almost an hour. Kat and Emily were talking nonstop. As they were winding down, Cindy came in with the kids. Emily then told them and the pandemonium picked right back up again. After another almost two hours things were finally calming down. Mark and Brandon hadn’t been able to get more than a dozen words in during the previous three hours, but neither could have been happier. Chapter 7 Over the following months, Kat mostly recovered ahead of schedule. Brandon and her got closer and Emily took Kat to get her on birth control. Emily kept up on her appointments and Mark and her decided that they wanted to be surprised with their child’s gender. This of course drove Kat nuts but her parents wouldn’t budge. Emily continued to work at the hospital and on the farm, at least as much as her bun in the oven would allow her to. Mark supported this for he knew that it would help keep Emily and the kid healthy. When Kat got home from the hospital, she and Emily started remodeling one of the spare bedrooms for the kid. The three of them went to Emily’s first ultrasound and the results of threw all their plans out the window. For the ultrasound showed triplets. At this Mark fainted, and the girls were slack jawed. Emily had no family history of multiple births that she knew of. When they got home it was obvious that they would have to do a major rethink. It was Kat that came up with the solution. She could move her bedroom down to the basement so each of the triplets could have their own room within earshot of Emily and Mark. So, the next weekend the three of them started working on the basement. Kat was able to design her new room, bathroom, and walk-in closet. During this time another change in the family happened, Kat got her driver’s license much to Mark’s relief and dread. Granted now he didn’t need to chauffer her around, but now she could also sneak off on her own. At seven months Emily got the depressing news that she had been expecting and dreading; no more vaginal intercourse until after the kids were born. Mark took this in stride through, after all what’s a few months without intercourse when three new lives would be brought into the world. After talking about it, Mark and Emily decided that Mark should get a vasectomy before the kids were born so that when Emily was physically ready to get laid again all the little swimmers would be out of Mark’s cum. Emily of course would make sure that Mark had every last swimmer out of his cum. Just because Emily couldn’t have use of her vagina at the moment didn’t mean that she couldn’t keep his cock in shape with other parts of her anatomy. Plus, side was that Emily had amazing cock-cucking skills. After all Mark had just wanted one kid while Emily had wanted two, now they were having three. Two and a half months later the four of them were getting ready to go early morning fishing. By this time Kat and Brandon were inseparable and he liked to go fishing with Kat and her family. Emily had problems getting comfortable in her seat when she felt like she had peed herself (she was wearing her bikini bottom and one of Mark’s t-shirts for it was forecasted to be a hot day and she might want to go for a dip). Looking down, she knew what happened, her water had broken. The other three had just came out of the house with the food for the day. “Hey guys, we got a problem.” “What’s that, Mrs. Schneider?” This was what Brandon always called her and after battling him, Emily gave up and let him call her that. “I don’t how to tell you this but my water just broke.” Mark just smiled, “Kat can you help me get the boat unhooked and back in the barn please?” “What’s this Dad, you’re not going to go into a panic like other dads?” “Why panic kiddo, Emily’s going to probably be in labor a while before she gives birth and it won’t take but a couple of minutes to get the boat put away. After all, who knows what time we’ll get home. Speaking of that, do you want to ride with us or drive yourself?” “Um...” looking at Brandon “We’ll ride with you. After all I can bring your truck back home.” “Well then let’s get going then.” Mark and Kat got the boat put back and then they all went to the hospital. Mark made sure to drive carefully for it was four in the morning and there was plenty of deer around. This was defiantly not the time to hit a deer. Driving to the hospital, Emily called Cindy to tell her what was going on for Cindy had given Emily very strict orders to call her when she went into labor; no matter what time it was. Of the four in the truck, Brandon actually was the most nervous. “To see you like that honey, you would think that I was the one that was about to give birth” teased Kat. “Shut up Kat, I’ve never closely known anyone who gave birth, plus I don’t have your nerves of steel.” “Well Dad’s not as nervous as you are.” Kat couldn’t stop herself. “Ya, well he’s been through this before and his nerves I think, are harder than yours. Can you please stop teasing me? I’m nervous enough as it is.” Arriving at the hospital, Mark dropped Brandon and the girls off at the entrance and went to park the truck. Once he got in, he found Brandon in the waiting room. “I’m not family so they wouldn’t let me in.” “Come on Brandon, I’ll get you in and make sure to call your parents as well.” With that Mark took Brandon and true to his word got him past the nurses and into Emily’s room. Emily didn’t mind the fact that Brandon would see her private parts. For one she was a doctor after all. Two she knew that Brandon and Kat were sleeping together, Mark knew too for that matter. And the third reason the whole experience would be good for Brandon and Kat to see the entire birthing process. So, Emily put her foot down when a nurse tried to make Kat and Brandon leave. The nurse might have been new but she had heard all about Emily, Mark, and Kat and knew the last thing she wanted to do was to piss them off. Plus, anyone with half a brain knows that it’s never a good thing to argue with a pregnant woman. The entire experience was a real eye opener to not only Brandon, but Kat as well. Having theoretical knowledge and having firsthand knowledge are two completely different things. They were both surprised by the amount of pain that Emily was going through. Twelve hours later it was over. Emily had given birth to two boys and a girl. All three were born with blond hair that was shaded red and weighed six pounds six ounces apiece. The girl was named Gretchen and the boys were named David and Mason. Kat, Brandon, and Mark went home after they met the triplets. They were tired and being Sunday Kat and Brandon had school, in the morning, but Mark called off work so he could go back to with his wife. After they got home Kat and Brandon left to go back to his house for the night. They usually alternated between the two houses so that they got to spend time with both families. Granted Kat could easily afford to buy her own house, she still stayed with her mom and dad. One was she wasn’t old enough to buy a house, two was she didn’t know where she would end up working, and three she didn’t really know yet what all she wanted in a house. Four, she wasn’t ready to tell Brandon that she was loaded. Kat wanted Brandon to love her for her not her money. When Mark got back to the hospital the next morning, Emily was already up and was moving around slowly. She had just got done nursing the kids and she had to go bathroom. She was tired but happy. Soon she would be able to move around again and with three kids to take care of she would need to be able to move around too. “Morning Mark. Good news, I should be able to go home later today after the doctor checks up on me and the kids get their shots. All three would have all their vaccines. Emily had been to a third world country and had seen the damage that not having vaccines could do first hand. She wouldn’t risk that with her kids and she knew that Mark felt the same way. “Hey, cool. You know honey it really sucked not having you in bed with me last night. I think that was this first night that I spend completely alone in the house in almost ten years.” “Aww” Emily said as she gave Mark a quick kiss and went into the bathroom. Mark stopped at the kids’ beds and said good morning to them. He then settled down in a chair and opened his laptop to work on his stock trading. That evening Emily and the kids were released to go home, and Brandon and Kat were waiting for them with dinner almost cooked and the table already set. Emily and Mark took the kids back and laid them down in their cribs. There would be no co-sleeping in this house. The kids would get use to their own beds right off the bat. Emily went to carefully take a shower with Mark’s help before dinner. She was grimy and smelly and wanted to feel better before eating. Kat and Brandon had cooked an Italian meal together. When they first met, Brandon had trouble boiling water and now with Kat’s encouragement and teaching, he was helping her fix a fancy Italian dinner. He was even starting to think of making cooking his career. His parents never did much cooking and when Kat spent time at his house, she did the cooking so that she wouldn’t have to eat out all the time. Dinner was excellent as always. Living on a farm and growing almost all their own food definitely helped with the quality of food. After dinner, Mark worked on cleaning up for one of his newest bosses was complaining and soon all three would be going at it. Kat and Emily took care of the kids. Kat took care of the bottle, while Emily gave the other two a tit each to suck at. She would rotate between the kids so that they all got breast milk and formula. As time went on Brandon pretty much moved in with Kat. He and his parents were starting to fight because while he wanted to be a chef and open his own restaurant, they wanted him to go to college and become a lawyer like them. Kat had done nothing but encourage him to make his own path. Mark and Emily didn’t mind having Brandon in the house as long as he helped out on the farm and treated Kat with the upmost respect. Emily decided to take six months off work to take care of the kids. She and Mark had their first serious argument over how they would care for the kids. Since Emily had a serious education, which Mark didn’t, and she was saving people’s lives every day; he insisted that she be the one to go to work and he would stay home with the kids and work the farm. While Emily wanted to be a full-time mom and let Mark be the man of the house and earn the money. Eventually Emily relented, after all she was the one with a college education and the safer occupation. She also made a difference in people’s lives every day, something which Mark pointed out and when Kat weighed in on Mark’s side, well that settled things. Plus, there was a few jobs on the farm which Emily wasn’t strong enough to do by herself and she knew it. One more thing for them to consider was that Kat would be leaving in a couple of years to go to college. One day when Mark got home, the house was dead quiet. This was something that he wasn’t use to. Normally the house was full of the sounds of life and personally he liked it like that. He walked into the living room and his jaw hit the floor. Standing there was his wife wearing a white teddy that he had never seen before, and with her hair done up. Usually she kept her hair straight and down, but today, at Kat’s suggestion, she had put a wave in it and wore it up. Under the teddy, Mark could just make out the white G-string that Emily was wearing. This was also odd for her for she usually wore either boy shorts or cotton bikini cut briefs. “See anything you like?” asked Emily in her rarely used sultry voice. In addition, she also added just a touch of an Irish accent. This absolutely drove Mark crazy with lust; for Emily had discovered long ago that Mark had a thing for her Irish accent. He just stood there dazed and his eyes were wide for he was making sure that he took everything in and committed it to long term memory. Emily started walking toward him making sure that her hips swayed a bit. Mark still hadn’t said anything, his mind still wasn’t working; after all it’s hard for a guy’s mind to work went all his blood is being diverted south. Emily had also started prancing around the room making sure to give Mark a view of her from every direction. Eventually Emily got to him and she started running her hands over Mark’s chest and stomach. She could see that Mark was hard and could guess at why he hadn’t said anything yet. Emily loved this for she had all the power and could do anything that she wanted. Right now, all she wanted was to get her brains fucked out by her personal stud. “Don’t worry about the kids darling, Kat and Brandon are watching them over at his house. His parents are out of town this week.” Mark was still quiet but Emily could almost feel his eyes tracing every curve of her body and she could feel the increase of heat coming off of Mark’s body. “Why don’t you get a quick shower and then show me who owns me?” Emily softly whispered in his ear while knowing what this would do. Just as she predicted, Mark snapped back to reality. “” Show you who owns you?” I can do that without a shower, bitch” growled Mark. He picked her up and slammed her into the wall causing Emily to moan, this is just what she wanted. She felt Mark reach down to let his monster loose. Soon it was rubbing Emily’s soaking wet lips, no foreplay needed today. She went to move her G-string out of the way and Mark slapped her across the check. Looking into his eyes, Emily seen a look that she had never seen in Mark before, shear unbridled lust. Chills went through Emily, causing her nipples and clit to get even harder yet, despite the fact that she was starting to sweat a bit. Mark pretty much ripped Emily’s G-string off and she knew that nothing she did could stop him now and truth be told she didn’t want to stop him. In one massive thrust, Mark was buried completely inside her and was pounding her like a jackhammer. Within seconds, Emily was cumming buckets and moaning like she had never moaned before while Mark never once even slowed down for her. This went on for what Emily could have sworn was hours. She had so many orgasms that she lost count, something that usually didn’t happen. Eventually she was reduced to a semi-comatose pile of skin and bone that was begging Mark to cum for her. Mark however had different plans. He kept fucking her brains out, even though by this time she was shaking like a leaf in a tornado. She wanted to be owned so he was going to prove to her once and for all who “owned” her. Finally, Mark could feel his balls tighten up and the orgasm that he had, put all the other ones that he had to shame. It started in his toes and traveled all the way up to the top of his head. After blasting the inside of his wife’s hot cunt with eight massive shots of hot cum, his eyes started to roll back into his head. Slowly he fell to the floor barely able to hold onto Emily who was in no position to do anything either. Hitting the floor, they both passed out with Mark slipping out of Emily and cum flooding out of Emily and onto Mark and the floor. Twenty minutes later, Mark woke up. His leg was asleep and all his muscles were protesting. Looking at Emily, he almost laughed out loud. To say that she was a wreck was a serious understatement. Her hair was now a tangled mess, both tits were hanging out of her teddy, she had red marks on her neck, and her legs and pussy were sticky with their combined juices. As gently as he could, Mark untangled himself from her and picked her up off the floor. He carried her to their bed and laid her down so she could sleep comfortably while he went to get a shower. After his shower, Emily was still sleeping and now she had started to snore lightly. Mark smiled and throwing on a pair of shorts went out to fix them some supper. Looking at his phone, he seen that Kat had texted him, “Did you enjoy mom’s surprise?” Mark smiled and as a reply snuck back into the bedroom and took a picture of Emily lying in bed, snoring. Of course, she had a cover over her so nothing naughty was showing, but it clearing showed Emily’s messed up hair and red marks on her neck. Mark hit send, smiling to himself. The reply was quick; “OMG dad, what the fuck did you do to her?!?!” “Just that. I fucked her brains out of course.” “DAD!!! I didn’t want to know that!” “Then you shouldn’t have asked. How are the kids doing?” Kat sent back a picture of the kids all sleeping in their pack-in-play. Mark smiled wider as he saved that pic on his phone. He had a loving family and again he swore that he would never take that for granted. As Mark was putting the finishing touches on dinner, Emily came out into the kitchen walking carefully and wearing a glazed look on her face. “You, ok?” asked Mark now a bit concerned. “I just had my brains fucked out by the man I love more than life itself, what do you think?” said Emily with a tired smile. Chapter 8 Finally, it was the time that Emily had been half dreading, half looking forward to. It was time to go back to work. Three weeks before, Mark had put his two-week notice in. His boss was sad to see him leave but understood. He made it clear to Mark that if he ever wanted to come back to work, all he had to do was ask. Emily’s first day back was one of the longest in her life. Not only was she kept constantly busy, but she found that she was missing her family immensely. For the first time in her life, she wished that she wasn’t a doctor. Finally, her shift was over and Mark had dinner waiting for her when she got home. Since Emily was breast-feeding the triplets, she had with her the milk that she had pumped during the day and Mark put it in the fridge for her. After dinner, Mark helped her get undressed and get a hot, relaxing shower. After Emily got out of the shower, Mark started the laundry and they went to bed for it was one AM after all. This generally set up the pattern for Mark and Emily. Emily would go to work while Mark would not only keep the farm running but also take care of the kids with decreasing help from Kat. She and Brandon were working on making sure that their own lives would get off to a good start. Kat was accepted to MIT for engineering and Brandon was extremely supportive of her. All he wanted was for Kat to be happy in life. Brandon in the meantime had gotten a job at one of the fanciest restaurants in town and quickly impressed the head chef/owner who took him under his wing. All three kids were started crawling early and it was obvious that Gretchen was the natural leader of the three of them, while the other two seemed to have more curiosity about their surroundings. All three of the kids were also large for their age which surprised no one. For even though they had been born a bit small, they were growing quickly. On Mark and Emily’s two-year anniversary, it was time to give Cindy the paperwork for Tekla’s trust fund. Cindy and Emily had gotten even closer after she had married Mark and had kids. Often Cindy would help take care of the kids and Evan and Tekla had a blast playing with them. The following spring was a time for another great upheaval for Mark and Emily, Kat and Brandon were graduating high school. Kat had earned valedictorian and had sent an invitation to her biological mother and grandparents for her graduation and open house. Brandon had just earned a spot about midway in the class but neither he nor Kat cared. After all Brandon wasn’t going to college although he did sign up to take business classes at the local community college so that he could run his own restaurant one day. To everyone’s surprise Kat’s real mother and grandparents did actually show up and were surprisingly civil toward everyone. For Kat’s speech she talked about life’s many trials and how they could make you stronger by reminding you what was really important in life and what wasn’t. She also touched on the need for her fellow graduating students to not follow their dreams in life but to follow the money. For the vast majority of people their dreams were outside their abilities no matter what they did so it was worthless to chase after something that couldn’t happen anyway. Where if they followed the money, they could at least support themselves and their families. Kat knew that her advice was like a bucket of ice-cold water in her fellow student’s faces and that many wouldn’t take that her advice to heart. She did however. She knew that she could be a world-famous detective with her people reading skills, but knew that might attract the wrong kind of attention to her. Since she was also good with science and building things, she decided to go into robotic engineering. During Kat’s open house, she couldn’t help but to rub her mother’s face in the face that while Kat was very successful and had a loving family, her mother was still living with her parents and unable to find decent work. Her mother was rendered speechless when Kat told her that she was already getting job offers for when she graduated from MIT and that Kat wouldn’t have to have any loans because she had a full ride scholarship even though, she had secretly rejected it. This last part she didn’t tell her mother because the last thing she needed was her mother trying to extort money out of her. Brandon didn’t even know just how loaded Kat was, although he did know that she was well off. There was another reason that Kat was really happy during her open house and that had to do with the ring that she was now wearing proudly on her left hand. Before the party started, Brandon proposed to her and she gladly accepted providing that they got married before she left for school, and they would wait to have kids until after she graduated and had a job. Brandon happily accepted this and being that he was wanting to own his own restaurant he didn’t care where Kat’s job search took her. Before the party had even started, Brandon and Kat had settled on a date and would start inviting their family during their open house. Kat and Brandon’s wedding went off without a hitch that August, at the farm, with Evan playing the role of best man while Tekla was the maid of honor. Gretchen was a flower girl while David and Mason split the role of ring bearer. All of Kat’s and Brandon’s friends and family showed up. Even her real mother and grandparents. Her mother had even begged Kat to forgive her for all the things that she had done to Kat over the years. “I forgave you a long time ago mother.” “Thank you, Katelynn,” “After all, if you hadn’t been such a bitch then I would have never known what it was like to be part of a loving family. I now have three adorable siblings, real mom and dad who love me more than life itself, and now a husband who loves and supports me in everything I do just like I do for him.” Kat’s mother just cried hearing this for she knew that everything Kat said was true. Emily cried more that day then she had ever cried before for not only was her daughter getting married, but also her best friend, her mentor in some ways, the biggest reason that Emily and Mark had gotten together in the first place, and quite possibly the only reason that Emily was still alive. For when Kat and Emily first talked about Mark, Emily was really close to committing suicide and was actually planning to do it that evening. This time she doubted that once she started, anything could have stopped it. Instead, Emily was now a mother to three adorable children and a step mom to another. She had a loving husband and a large group of friends. Emily was also part of the inspiration for Evan to start studying to be a pediatrician. Helping to take care of Emily’s kids, Evan found that he rather liked children and the best way he could think to do a job that involved kids was to be a pediatrician. Kat graduated three years later with her bachelors in robotic engineering and an associate in business management. She started her own business designing and building custom robots for industry. Brandon started his own restaurant while Kat was in college and it quickly became the hardest reservation to get in town. He did always keep one table available for close friends and family. Kat had helped him financially get his business off the ground and within a year Brandon had returned her money to her with interest. This was something that Brandon had insisted on, because he was determined to never take advantage of his wife. Kat’s business took off even faster, after all Brandon had a number of her robots working in his restaurant. Together they had two children, Charles and Mikayla, and were very happy together. Evan also graduated at the head of his class and was dumb founded when he found out about his trust fund. After all he had a full ride to Harvard Med School. After some considering he turned down the full ride telling them to use it for someone who can’t afford school, he was going to pay his own way through. After eight years he graduated at the head of his class again. He quickly got married, but when she was seven months pregnant, she was killed in a car crash. Evan was devastated. He quit his job and moved back home. Having been through something like this herself, Emily helped pull Evan back from the brink and helped him get in the same hospital that she was in. Tekla also went into the medical field. However, she became a dentist, because she didn’t want to have to make the life-or-death choices that Emily or Evan had to make on an almost daily basis. She ended up marrying her college roommate, Diana. They adopted two siblings whose parents had died in a car crash and Mark helped to teach to boy how to be a man. The triplets however would make the biggest mark on the world. The three of them founded a green energy company that could cheaply and quickly make bio-petroleum from simple algae. Not only that but they also had massive investments in nuclear energy as well, concentrating on molten salt breeder reactors. Gretchen was the company’s CEO and Mason and David shared the R&D role. The company quickly became one of the richest in the world and the bane of diehard environmentalist everywhere, for there was now no need to electrify the world’s economy or pave the landscape with solar panels. Their process actually removed far more carbon, from the atmosphere, then was put in by burning the oil produced. The extra carbon was used to make carbon nanotubes and graphene sheets. After the company had really taken off, Evan came back home and everyone had been devastated by his loss. None more than Gretchen, for she had harbored a secret crush on him for years and seeing him hurt that bad almost killed her. After Evan had returned from losing his wife and unborn child, Gretchen and him started dating and two years later were married. They would have one child after Gretchen mis-carried their first. After their child was born, they found out that Gretchen would be incapable of having any more children, but they were still happy. David would marry as well. His wife was a six-foot bombshell with piercing blue eyes, a wicked sense of humor, and a PhD in bio-chemistry. They would have four kids before calling it quits. Mason meanwhile, the black sheep of the group, would never marry and almost never dated. Emily and Mark continued to live in the same farmhouse that they always had. When Brandon started his restaurant, he sourced everything he could from Mark and Emily’s farm. Emily would finally quit her trauma surgeon job when the triplets started school. The desire to be around and watch her children grow up was just too great. Instead, she got a teaching jig at the local university, teaching anatomy to want-a-be med students. She quickly developed a reputation for making students throw up during class because she was so graphic with her teaching. Her theory was that if you can’t take it in the classroom then you won’t be any good in the field. Mark stayed at home and worked on the farm. Using some of Kat’s robots and experimenting with various farming techniques, he was able to turn huge profits on the farm. He almost never needed chemicals of any kind, only using them as a last resort. Many other farmers would tour the farm to look at what he was doing. Many universities would also come to observe. Everyone was deeply impressed, not only with his innovative techniques but also with Kat’s robots. Emily and Mark never did retire from the farm. They would continue to love each other through their entire lives and showed that love to each other almost every day. Finally, when they got to eighty-five, Mark got really sick. The sicker that he got the worse that Emily got as well. The day after their wedding anniversary, they said goodbye and died together, in their bed surrounded by all the people that loved them. The farm went to the triplet’s company who kept up the innovation that Mark had started.

I could not get this idea out of my head. I tried to resist that desire which was growing up inside me, do I have to tell her what I feel? there was always something stopping me from going so far in way that could ruin our relationship as a son and his mother, my mom was at her 40 but she was still in shape, white skin, light brown hair and that beautiful intensive ass, she was well-endowed woman.! she used to spend her nights painting or reading in her atelier which is a large room on the second floor of her large house, my room was facing her room and we used to talk about different topics not as a mom and a son but friends that time I was really going through lots after breaking up with my girlfriend because of my mother intervention somehow I had common interests with my mother she was a well-known artist and writer in a conservative community. one night I sneaked into her room while she was painting, it was hot night and humid therefore she was put on her light blue nightgown but I was still able to see her panties, she answered my hello and turned back to complete her work I sat on a chair there watching her bare feet and her body while it was moving with her hand beats on the large painting paper. “Wow.” “Do you like it?” she asked. “Sure.” she started explaining to me about her work when what i had meant it was her sexy ass. suddenly she stopped talking and asked me. “Are you going to stay longer?” she asked. “Yep,” I answered. “Am I bothering you?” “No, but you should be in bed.” “I tried but I couldn’t shut my eyes.” I answered with a little grim. “Why not?” she asked. “I love you,” I relied. “What?” “I love you,” I repeated. “I love you too.” “But my love is different.” I said, “How is it different?” she asked, puzzled. “I see you as the most beautiful woman.” She chuckled. “I know I am beautiful.” “but I am serious.” I said firmly . “serious about what mf.?” she asked with a dropped jaw. “I am serious that I like you indeed.!” “I like you too you are my handsome boy.” “Not that, I like you but not as a mother,” she got blushed while she was staring at me trying to show me an anger face but I could see the woman in her eyes. Suddenly her voice pitch went up and said, “you should not say that what did you mean by all this shit.” I said. “I can not get you out of my mind , I am thinking about you , your body and your smile most the time” I was foolish, bold at that moment but I could see her eyes they got shone suddenly and her voice started to be a little bit shivering and her cheeks got blushed. that encouraged me to keep talking about what is she mean for me, I mentioned her special beauty, her body type which is the best for the most of men. she told me that I had to be ready for the final exams in the school, tried to get back with my e girl after the exams to see if it is still possible to be together again. during that my hand had reached her right hand and I was going to catch the other, but she pushed my hands away. Quickly she stood and ordered me to leave her alone or she would act in a different way. I tried to stay and explain more about what I feel but at the end I had to leave with a broken heart. Nothing was changed next she kept avoiding me for a while several days later everything got into its normal ways, me either kept myself busy and she took it as Oedipus complex. after 2 years or 3 I grew up and I could control my forbidden desire at the same time my mom kept praising me and seriously I was not taking it sexually because she was talking as any other moms but one evening she was in her room talking to my little sister and kissing her I entered pretending that I was jealous, she was tired after long busy day. “Oh are you jealous?” she asked. “Sure.” I answered. She opened her arms to hug me and I stepped forward while my little sister was getting between us. “You both go out I need to lay back and take a nap.” I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and while I was getting out of it I looked at her through the open door I glanced her and my sister was laying by her, so I approached them and asked my sister to go out. “No I will not.” She mummed then she went away. my mother smile after she said. “You act like a kid.” “But it`s unfair I like to hug you too.” I answered. “Come little boy.” I laid by her and we hugged her. “You can go now.” She demanded. “Need more time“ I said. “For what, has it not been enough for you?.” “Nah I need more.” I moved my head towards her then put my lips on her left cheek and kissed her softly so did she. something weird happened I could not help it out, I continued kissing and I felt her body responding to my kisses, it took us seconds before I realized that I become above her, my body was completely topping hers, she was wearing a black thongs and long sleeping shirt , she was laughing as it was a joke but my lips were looking for her lips , I do not know how did I get all this boldness I did not hear any word asking me to stop ! I felt my thing started swelling and pushing against her bladder and the time had stopped, such a tasty saliva, I could hear her voiceless moaning and my chest was rubbing against her full breast while her legs were a slightly separated, gradually I moved mine gently up and down rubbing against her vagina but without removing her panties, suddenly I heard what I was not ready to hear stop. she said it therefore I had to obey her commands, gently her hands pushed me away of her delicious body afterwards she told me to go out, I walked away and heard the door knob was locked after me. I will try again.

CHRISTINE Compared to her previous summer jobs, working as a gym instructor aboard the Oasis of the Seas was a blast. Christine could spend the day lying on the deck, deepening her tan while listening to her favorite songs on her iPod. After a morning in the sun she would hit the gym, tell people how to ''get big and strong'' or ''lose ass-fat'', and get paid for it. She had the chance to eat for free at most of the restaurants and they even let her in some of the nightclubs, despite her being underage. The only downside was that she had to be away from her friends and boyfriend. It was the summer after highschool, a summer she would have loved to spend with her friends and family. As much as she missed those dear to her, she was having a great time and earning a lot of money at the same time. She hadn't got the job easily; the company had been very reluctant to hire a sixteen-year old, but with the help of a friend of her dad's, she had eventually been employed. It was sometime in the morning and she was lying in a comfortable sunstool, the bright Caribbean sun straight above her, bathing her in its warm rays. She wasn't listening to music just then; sometimes she liked to just think. Her thoughts wandered to her far away boyfriend, Ashton. He was an average-looking guy with sand-colored hair and pale skin. Ashton was her second boyfriend, but the first one she had had sex with. Christine knew she didn't love him. She liked him to be sure, but perhaps a little too much as a friend. Right now though she missed him badly; missed his arm around her, missed how his hand would play with her blonde hair, how it would fondle a breast, then travel lower between her legs. She remembered how he would make funny faces when she sucked him off, or how it felt when his penis pushed into her. As her mind drifted off to more sexual thoughts, she felt a tingle between her legs as her moistness began to secrete. She thought of Ashton's cock; a cute, maybe five-inch thing with a nice, bulbous head to suck on. The thought made her mouth water. Christine had come to realize she had a thing for giving blowjobs; she loved how she could make him squirm with pleasure, how she had him completely under her spell. She realized she might soon be wet enough for it to show through her red bikini, so she pulled her mind off sex and plugged in her earphones. DAMON Throughout his life Damon had been unlucky. He had lost his mother to cancer at the age of 6, his home to hurricane Katrina, and a day before Damon's 17th birthday, just a couple of months ago, his girlfriend had died in a car crash. So, his surprise had been great when he had uncorked a bottle of Pepsi and found out he had won a week-long Caribbean cruise for five. He had taken his best buddies from high school with him and they were now celebrating the end of school aboard the Oasis of the Seas, scheduled to arrive to the Bahamas the following afternoon. To be with his friends in a new environment was very therapeutic for Damon; he still thought of his girlfriend, despite it already being several months since her passing. He hadn't been truly happy ever since. They had spent their first morning aboard the ship on the deck sunbathing and talking smack, until in the afternoon it had started raining. The other guys had gone shopping and Damon was planning to hit the gym. Damon was a rings gymnast, the most promising one in decades he had been told. He loved his sport, and even normally there wasn't a day he didn't work out; now he was on the verge of reaching a new move, the Victorian lever, which ever increased his enthusiasm. Unfortunately there wasn't a set of rings on the ship, but he figured a regular gym would serve just fine for the week. Damon was at the gym, resting between sets of heavy shoulder presses when he heard a cute voice calling. ''Excuse me sir, do you need any help?'' Damon didn't really like gym instructors, he considered them a bunch of show-offs who thought they knew much more than they really did. ''I'm fine, thank you.'' He turned around to see the owner of the voice. ''Actually, could you please show me the correct technique for this exercise?'' His voice tried to catch in his throat at the sight of her beauty. The girl couldn't have been much older than Damon; her features had a hint of girliness left in them, her skin was still shining with the light of youth. Damon was captivated by her eyes, they were a vibrant sky-blue colour, glimmering like two precious sapphires. He felt a sudden, surprising desire to kiss her supple, pouty lips right then and there. She had a thick braid of bright blonde hair, continuing somewhere behind her back. Her sports top desperately tried to flatten her ample breasts, her sport tights did nothing to hide the curve of her tight behind. She was slender yet strong, lean yet curvy. Despite her sport clothes she still somehow managed to look elegant. Damon didn't even notice his mouth fall open. He asked her to show him how to properly perform a power clean and watched, mesmerized, as her breasts bounced when she pulled the weight up. He asked her to show him how to do barbell rows, and couldn't help but stare as she emphasized on keeping your back straight, sticking out her protruding butt, practically naked with how the tights clung to her gorgeous buttocks. Whenever she talked to him, she smiled ever so beautifully, distracting Damon from her actual words. It was the first time Damon had looked at a girl like this in a long time, ever since his girlfriend's passing. When the thought hit him, he felt guilty and told the girl he was fine now. CHRISTINE As she walked towards her cabin through hallways and corridors, Christine was unable to take her mind off the guy she had instructed at the gym. She had seen the admiration in his eyes and had tried to hide her own. His translucent, blue eyes, twinkling like stars on a night sky, his strong jaw, full lips, short-cropped dark hair, hint of a stubble on his chin; his young, manly beauty had been enchanting to look at. She doubted he had actually needed her advice: he had looked like he definitely knew his way around the gym. She remembered his ripped biceps, how his chest bulged under his shirt; he hadn't been big and bulky like a bodybuilder, judging by his lean and ripped physique she guessed he was some kind of a strength athlete. She felt partly bad having thoughts like this; after all, she was in a relationship and considered herself loyal to the bone. She got to her room and collapsed on her bed. Running her fingers across her body, she found herself become aroused quickly. Delicately, her hand moved between her legs, the other gently fondling a breast. In her fantasies, Ashton was climbing on top of him, his erect member ready to push inside. His face, however, was blurred. Ashton had brown eyes, the young man in her mind had bright blue eyes. Shocked at the realization, she stopped, let out a huff and decided to take a long, hot shower. DAMON One of his friends happened to know the bouncer at one of the nightclubs, and seeing how each of them apart from Damon and Rick was already 18, they had little trouble getting in. Night went on and after having had a few drinks, the three older guys decided to go for a bar tour around the ship, leaving Damon with Rick to keep him company. After some time, Rick said he'd be going to the bathroom, and Damon was left alone in the table, surrounded by flashing lights and people dancing. ''Excuse me sir, do you need any help?'' Damon was startled to hear the familiar, cute voice, but quickly regained his composure. ''I'm fine, thank you.'' Looking her in the eyes he smiled and said, ''Actually, feel free to join me.'' She giggled, her laughter was like the rattle of a spring rain. The music wasn't as loud as in your typical nightclub, and they only had to slightly raise their voice to talk. Her previously braided hair was now flowing freely in a waterfall of blonde curls across her bare shoulders. She wore a modest white top, which tried but failed to hide her large breasts, and black jeans. ''Are you all alone on this cruise or why are you alone whenever I see you?'' she asked, jokingly. ''No, I – uh... I'm with a couple of friends, but they aren't here right now.'' he answered. ''You?'' ''I work here, remember? I was sitting over there with some workmates when I saw you sitting all by yourself here, and I decided to offer you the questionable pleasure of my company. Hi, I'm Christine.'' ''Damon.'' She had a quirky way about her, which Damon found charming. Out of the corner of his eye Damon noticed Rick returning, glancing over he saw him smirk and turn away. ''You'd think the prettiest girl on the ship could find better company than me.'' Damon said, grinning. They talked about their hobbies, their families, their interests; on a friendly level, then on a personal level. Time flied like it only does when in the presence of someone you connect with, and before they knew it, it was past 2 a.m. ''It's getting late, I think I should go before my friends start to worry.'' Damon said, not really wanting to leave. ''Yeah, I suppose it's for the best. Unless... unless you would like to come to my room? For just a while, we could talk more.'' Her her voice was innocent. He hesitated, remembering his ex-girlfriend (for the first time that night, he realized). Maybe she will tie me up and a bunch of black guys will come out of the closet and rape me, he thought, no, she's so genuine, that's impossible. Damon tried to find a reason to refuse her offer, at the same time hoping he wouldn't find any. Maybe she's some kind of a total disgusting slut. No, she's too adorable, no way. Maybe she's... she's so god-damn cute... ''Alright, I guess that's fine. If just for a while.'' he said. CHRISTINE What the fuck am I doing? While they were walking towards her room, jokingly having a fight about who was the best superhero of all time, she kept promising herself all they would do is just talk. The notion that she felt she had to promise it scared her. Why do I trust him so much? There was something about the guy that made her melt; something in his smile told her he was a good guy, something in his bright eyes told her she'd be safe with him. I guess if we just talk for a while, it's not a big deal. No one can blame me for that. When they got to her room he sat on the bed, looking slightly uncomfortable, while she went in the bathroom for a quick pee. After freshening herself up with a shower she took a quick glance at the mirror, as if worried she wouldn't look adequate. What does it matter what I look like, it's not like I'm hitting on him or anything. She wore a red bikini under her top to give her outfit a more summerlike look, and after adjusting the shoulder straps she decided she was ready to join Damon again. Night progressed and they lay on her bed, side by side but not touching, talking. Eventually the topic turned to their relationship statuses. ''My girlfriend actually passed away some months ago, and I've been single ever since. I've been having a hard time even looking at girls after that.'' Oh my god, that is so sad! How the hell can I tell him I'm in a relationship? Why shouldn't I tell him? I don't want anything off him anyway do I? Don't I? ''How can a girl as lovely as you be single?'' he asked, assuming. Oh fuck. I have no choice but to tell him. ''Well, actually –'' She was cut off as suddenly the ship rocked violently, a massive, deep and hollow sound booming and causing their ears to lock. She screamed in panic. Just when the sound had faded away, the ship rocked again with another thundering roar of what sounded like an explosion. ''What is happening?!'' she almost screamed. ''Maybe we hit a rock or something, I don't know!'' After the huge crash of a sound died, they began hearing footsteps and voices outside the door. ''We've got to go and find out what's going on.'' he said, and in great anxiety they left the room, holding each other by the hand, looking for comfort. When they opened the door, they were met by chaos. People were screaming, crying and yelling, running in different directions, pushing each other out of the way. Here she saw a child wander aimlessly, eyes wide with shock, there an elderly couple being pushed back and forth by people running by. ''Come.'' he said with determination in his voice, grabbing her hand tight. People ran against them and past them, some tried to push them but Damon never faltered; he led them towards the deck, pushing forward like a raging bull. Christine noticed the floor was tilted, so much as to make balancing difficult. On the deck it was even more terrible. The sky was dark with clouds and rain was pouring down on the mass of panicking people running around like a flock of headless chicken. From amongst all the yells she made out the words ''terrorists'' and ''bombs'' several times. The ship was so inclined that they had to lean on a rail for balance. ''THEY'VE TAKEN THE LIFE RAFTS! THERE ARE NO LIFE RAFTS!'' someone was screaming close to her. Suddenly something knocked Christine down, and when falling she hit her head hard on the rail. All went black. DAMON What about my friends? Are they alright? Despite his physical exhaustion Damon's mind was running wild. How many people had died? He could barely think about it, the thought was so horrible. It had taken the gigantic ship only ten minutes to tilt a full 90 degrees and sink. The breaches must have been huge. Damon had had no chance but to jump in the water and swim as far away as possible before it sank and pulled him with it. Many others had done the same. Few had had the time to grab a life vest. He lay on a beach, warm waves licking his feet, sun shining from a bright sky. Next to him lay Christine. It was only his incredible physical shape that had allowed him to keep himself and her from sinking as the waves relentlessly rocked them in an unknown direction. All workouts and competitions paled in comparison to the effort he had had to put out. It was morning or midday, he couldn't tell. He had passed out for several hours after reaching the shore. While he was out cold, the weather had changed completely, and the sea was now almost silent. I wonder when they'll find us... if they find us... Damon was in his underwear; he had torn off his shirt before jumping and lost his pants and shoes somewhere along the way. Finally finding the strength to get up, he looked around. The island they were stranded on was small, maybe half a mile wide. The shore was nothing but pure white sand, while the center of the island was a dense palm forest. He could see a rocky hill looming above the palms further away. Looking to the sea he could see several other islands in the distance, other than that it was just a vast, clear blue desert extending infinitely. Turning to Christine, he saw she too had lost some clothing along the way, and was now laying on her back in only a red bikini bottom. She was still unconscious, or sleeping, her chest heaving with her breath. Modestly trying to avert his eyes from her breasts, Damon easily picked her up and carried her to the edge of the shore. After laying her down on the sand, despite his best efforts not to, he gave her chest a quick look. Damon hadn't seen even a half-naked woman in a long time, and he found himself staring at her exposed, perfect breasts. As she lay on her back, her large, round mounds stood up proud, slightly leant to the sides. The pale skin of where her bikini had covered them was in great contrast to her otherwise deeply tanned skin. Her nipples were small, two delicious nubs at the tips of her breasts. Before noticing, he had become hard for the first time in months. How can I look at her like this in a situation such as this? She is incredibly beautiful, granted, but this isn't the time nor place for this! A bulge in his boxers, Damon dragged his gaze away, and went out to explore the island. On the shore he hadn't even noticed how hot it was thanks to the wind blowing from the sea, but upon entering the forest he was met by an intense, steamy warmth. Making his way through the dense thicket, his skin was quickly glistening with sweat. On his way, he noticed several pineapple trees, and many bushes hung heavy with berries. He took a tiny bite of a berry; it tasted sweet with the aftertaste a little bitter. Suddenly the forest ended and there was a pool of water in front of him, a rocky cliff towering above it. A small rivulet trickled from the pool, disappearing in the forest. From somewhere inside the rock, more crystal clear water was sprinkling down, making the air glimmer with drops of water. The pool was in shadow; the cliff surrounded it two thirds of the way and tall palm trees the other third, blocking out the sun. Amazed, Damon crouched and tasted the water: it tasted of, well, water. At least we won't be dying of thirst, yay. He quenched his thirst and returned to the shore. He found Christine sitting, her hands in her lap, a puzzled look on her face. He sat next to her. ''You saved me.'' she said in an incredulous voice. ''There's a pool of water over –'' Damon started. Suddenly she was on top of him, her lips on his. Shocked, Damon tried to pull away, but her hands were behind his head, pulling him deeper in the kiss. A part of him didn't want to resist. Her mouth was warm like the Caribbean sea, her breasts against his chest hotter than the sand under him. Her lips melted into his, forming an embrace of moistness and tender flesh. Damon felt his bulge return. When she finally pulled back, lingering over him, they were both breathing heavily, their lips glistening with saliva. She was straddling him, his bulge inches away from her butt. Finally, after a long silence, she spoke. ''Uh – I... I'm sorry, I...'' ''Yeah – I mean no, it's fine...'' What just happened? ''I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry.'' she said, and kissed him again. This is wrong... Her kiss was burning hot, wanting. She bit his lip, probed her tongue in his mouth, sucked on his lip. He could barely breathe, but he didn't mind. He felt his restraint fade away, he felt a desire awaken within him; a fiery desire, a mad desire that wanted more. If it's wrong, why does it feel so right? CHRISTINE She couldn't tell how long they had kissed. Maybe minutes. Maybe hours. It didn't matter, time had no significance here. It was like off a dream; but whether the dream was a horrible nightmare or a beautiful fantasy, she wasn't sure. I must be going crazy. No big wonder. Looking in his eyes she saw the prince of her dreams; a gorgeous young man, her hero. They broke their embrace and Damon led her through the forest to a beautiful oasis. Above them the air glimmered as the sunlight mixed with the haze of water, while they were left in shadow. He told her to drink, she drank. He bought handfuls of berries, and they sat by the pool of water, waving their feet in the water, hand-feeding each other berries and kissing in between. A beautiful fantasy. All the while he had a bulge in his boxers, but she couldn't blame him; between her own legs, she felt a wetness. What does it matter? We're probably going to die anyway. Experimentally, she reached out her hand and touched his bulge lightly. She felt it jump, but he broke the kiss and stared at her, mouth open and eyes wide, panting. After several seconds, he kissed her again. Gaining courage, she gently caressed the bulge while they kissed hungrily. She grabbed it, feeling it grow in her small hand, straining against the fabric. It felt much bigger than another cock she had known a long time ago. She felt a strong hand on her back pull her closer, encouraging. Wanting to feel his manhood, she slipped a hand inside his boxers. She couldn't get her fingers around it, it was so thick. It felt hot, like a rod of fiery metal in her hand. She stroked it softly, causing Damon to moan in her mouth. She wanted to thank her champion, and knew just the way. Before we go to heaven, I'm going to give him a piece of it. Breaking the kiss she stepped in the water, kneeling in front of him. Tugging on his bulging boxers, she pulled them down his muscular thighs and threw them away. She couldn't help but be a little shocked at the size of his cock; it was maybe 7 inches but immensely thick, a delicious rod of manly meat. A soft, veined foreskin covered its steely shaft. ''What are you doing?'' he asked, a little fear in his voice. ''Just sit back and relax.'' she said, looking up with an amiable smile. ''I'm not sure this isssahhh –'' He was cut off as she began slowly licking his heavy balls, tracing up and down the seam in the middle, then proceeding to giving each of his testicles a gentle and wet tongue bath. His testes tasted of saltwater. He moaned in a sexy, guttural voice, his cock standing tempting above her face. Christine felt a familiar tingle between her legs, his arousement was arousing her. Making a ring with her fingers she grabbed his balls, gently tugging them away from his body, and took the whole thing in her mouth. He moaned loudly as she softly sucked on his ballsack, swirling her tongue around the sides. As if it was begging for attention, his cock was jumping as she tongue-massaged his balls. Letting go with her hand she took just the other testicle in her mouth, and flattening her tongue against it she licked the underside of his sack ever so slowly, letting him savor the sensations. He was squirming and trembling with excitement, which turned on Christine even more. Turning her attention to Damon's throbbing cock, she kissed and licked her way up the shaft, caressing his ripped thighs and abs with her hands. His eyes were closed, he was clearly enjoying himself. Gosh he's sexy. She felt dreamy, like she was in a new world; a world where nothing else mattered, a world that existed solely for their pleasure. DAMON As he felt Christine's warm mouth engulf his cockhead, he felt his legs jerk involuntarily and his buttocks flex. The sensation was beyond imagining, an intensely soft and moist vice surrounding his most sensitive parts. Pulling at his foreskin, she began slowly sucking on the exposed head, sliding her supple lips along the shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip. In only a moment he felt he was getting close. ''Christine, I – oh my god – if you don't stop I'm gonna – Jesus...'' She slowed down, and just keeping the head in her mouth, she moved her tongue around it, licking the underside of the glans, probing the tiny hole. Damon was hovering on the edge of climax, the gentle movements of her mouth keeping him close but unable to cum. Then with a pop, she let his cock out of her mouth and pressed her tongue against the shaft, licking her way up its length to the tip a dozen times, allowing Damon to relax for a moment. Taking it in her mouth again, she began bobbing up and down, stroking the shaft with her hand, cupping his balls with the other. Her stroking caused his foreskin to move back and forth, first covering the glans, then exposing it to the warm wetness of her mouth. She flattened her tongue and pressed it against the underside of his cock, so when it entered her mouth the most sensitive spots rubbed against her tongue. A sweet pressure was building up in Damon's balls again, a lovely warmth spreading from his penis around his entire body. A pleasurable pulse began in his groin, growing more powerful every second. Slowly and sweetly she sucked and stroked on his cock, gently fondling his balls at the same time. Every moment the movements of her mouth felt better and better until he thought he would cry in delight. Her lips went down his length, her tongue gently massaging the sensitive underside of his cock. Her lips went up, squeezing his shaft like a ring made of wet and warm silk, gliding over his glans. The pulse grew rapidly, a heavenly sensation, pumping his cum out, rocketing it up the shaft of his cock. Abruptly, she took the whole thing in her mouth, her nose nestled in his pubes. His balls contracted in pleasure and he came, shooting a huge burst of thick cum straight in the back of her mouth. Damon's whole rod was embraced by a divine warm moistness, intensifying the blissful feeling as his penis pulsated creamy cum inside her body. She softly sucked on the base of his shaft and gently tugged on his balls as they emptied their contents down her throat. He poured seemingly endless amounts of cum in her belly, and when she had swallowed it all, she slowly slid her lips up and sucked on the head, milking out every last drop. Wow. CHRISTINE Ashton will never know anyway, I doubt we'll see each other again. Besides, a blowjob isn't cheating, right? He was still shaking, and she let him enjoy the aftershocks of his orgasm, gently sucking his deflating penis in her mouth. That was the most fun I've had sucking cock since... ever! God he's so cute when he's so fucked up... She was easily able to take his whole penis in her mouth now that it wasn't hard, and she softly sucked its whole length, last delicious drops of cum oozing on her tongue. Holy shit he came a lot, poor guy probably hasn't jacked off since his girlfriend... She loved the taste of his cum; for her, it meant his satisfaction, and her success. For her, it meant she had thanked her hero. Amidst all the horror and despair, she knew she had given him a moment of comfort. ''Thanks for saving my life.'' she said, smiling up at him. They ate some more berries and drank water from the pool. Afterwards, they set out to find pieces of wood and rocks, for making an X on the shore, so that they would be found more easily. Damon was smiling the whole time, as if he didn't have a care in the world. Christine smiled with him. She was overcome with a mad happiness; she realized they might not make it but didn't care, they had their piece of paradise right then and there. As they built the cross, several times Damon's gaze would linger on her breasts, then rise up and he'd smile at her. She noticed he was at least partly erect again, his veined member engorged with arousion. I'm probably going to have sex with the prince of my dreams on a paradise island. Technically I already did. She laughed at the thought, her sudden laughter surprising Damon. ''You are insanely beautiful when you laugh.'' he said, smirking, ''and as you can see my friend here agrees with me.'' ''You are insanely handsome when you're naked.'' she said, ''you can't see it, but my friend here agrees with me.'' They laughed together, their laughter like a song of hope in a hopeless place, ringing above the rushing waves. DAMON Having finished building their distress call, they sat side by side on the shore, his arm around her, looking to the ocean. The beginning of a sunset made the sea glimmer, like a golden bridge was built across the water. Is it wrong of me to want to have sex with her? It's been so long... Between his legs his cock was throbbing. The feel of her skin against his, the musky scent of her hair, the sight of her flawless, round breasts – it was all driving him wild. I suppose she would have wanted me to move on. Remembering what had happened by the pool, his rod jerked. Damon hadn't known feelings like that in an eternity, if ever. Christine was like an angel of pleasure, sent from the heavens to rescue him. Maybe it had required almost losing everything to realize I was ready to enjoy life again. And Damon kissed her passionately. Their lips embraced and their tongues danced as he gently laid her down on the sand, himself crouching over her, all the while kissing. His aching cock poked her stomach as he kissed her under the chin, kissed her neck, her ear, her mouth again. He kissed the tip of her breast, lingering on it, making circles around her nipple with his tongue, his hand on her thigh. She moaned softly, invitingly. I'm happy again. Kissing his way down her flawless beauty, he could smell her sex; a sweet, intoxicating aroma drawing him between her legs. Pausing above her crotch, desperate to see her, to taste her, he grabbed her bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down, watching her most intimate parts become exposed. He felt his cock jerk at the sight of her hairless slit; her puffy outer lips were slightly apart, in between her pink flesh glistened with wetness. It was calling to him, as if asking for his touch, asking him to come inside. It was the perfect pussy. Hovering over it, stunned in front of such a sight, he felt his cock throb even harder, aching to be inside her. Leaning down he kissed her between the legs like it was her mouth, squeezing her lips between his, drank in her like a man dying of thirst. She was sighing in a small, sexy voice. Breaking the kiss, Damon pressed his tongue against the skin just below her opening and licked his way up her slit, sliding his tongue between her labia and over her clit, slow and gentle. He repeated it a dozen times, savoring Christine's taste, reveling in her warmth, enjoying her soft moans. She tastes amazingly good... Turning his attention to her clit, he casually flicked his tongue across it several times, almost like his tongue was brushing against it by accident. Taking the most sensitive part of her body between his lips, he very carefully sucked on it, pulling it in his mouth, luring it out from behind its hood. Her moans were growing louder, her body squirming. Pressing his tongue flat against her clit, Damon began licking up and down, softly but firmly, causing her to moan even louder and start trembling. Her trembling grew, but before she could come, Damon stopped licking. Now focusing on her opening, he licked around the tiny hole, then tentatively pushed his tongue inside her. She shivered as Damon's tongue probed deeper, entering her like a miniature penis, licking the moist folds of her pussy. Sliding his tongue as deep as he could he buried his face in her slit, its warm wetness against his cheeks and nose as he wriggled his tongue inside her. Finally coming back for air, Damon pushed two fingers inside her soaking wet hole. Christine shuddered as his fingers entered her, and when Damon began licking her clit, her body shaked frantically, her breathing heavy and ragged, delicious moans escaping her mouth. His tongue flat against her clit he gently licked up and down, at the same time rubbing against the upper walls of her pussy with his fingers. Her body started trembling again, her voice rising higher and higher. ''Oh god... ohhhh that feels incredible...'' she moaned. Blind to everything else, Damon kept a steady, pleasurable pace, his fingers and tongue moving in unison, caressing her most sensitive spots. She trembled uncontrollably, her hips rising against his face as she approached climax. Reaching with his other hand, Damon pinched her left nipple between his thumb and index finger, and suddenly Christine almost screamed as she came. Her body convulsing wildly she pressed her crotch on his mouth, her voice a high erratic moan. He pressed his fingers against the upper wall and licked slowly on her clit as she was on the peak of her pleasure. As her climax subsided, Damon gradually slowed down his movements, finally just planting his mouth on her pussy and keeping his fingers in her, letting her feel him as her body recovered from orgasm. Looking up at her, he saw she was panting heavily, her eyes not knowing where to look. God she's so beautiful... She opened her eyes, and they locked with Damon's. ''I want you in me... now...'' she whispered. The last rays of the Caribbean sunset were disappearing under the skyline as Christine spread her legs for Damon, opening her slit for him. He kissed her, and saw consent in her eyes. Needing no more encouragement, Damon climbed on top of her. Her buttocks rested on the sand as he lined his rod up with Christine's pussy. Thrusting gently with his hips, he felt her tiny opening stretch around the head, until his cock abruptly sank in her, suddenly embraced by an intensely tight warmth. ''Christ... so big...'' she moaned. Taking in the pleasure of being inside her, he just lay on top of her, his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. They looked each other in the eye, enjoying as they saw the other enjoy. He kissed her like a man kisses a long-lost lover, and began slowly sliding his penis back and forth inside her, filling her repeatedly. Pulling out, he felt the wind from the seas tickle his shaft. Even though the air was warm, it felt cold after the incredible warmth of Christine's pussy. Slowly he pushed back in her, feeling his throbbing member become surrounded by a moist, silky glove. It was as if Christine had a slot inside her body made just for his cock; he fit in her perfectly, her warm folds tight against every inch of his length, the tip of his penis against her cervix. They kissed in extacy, their young, nubile bodies cojoined in a dance of naked flesh, Damon's cock slowly sliding in Christine's warm folds. It was like the perfect dream, only they could experience every single little detail of it. It felt like her body was trying to suck him in, not ever wanting to let go. Entering her tight pussy again and again, he felt his orgasm approach. Her moans grew louder as Damon began thrusting more forcefully: deep, slow and strong thrusts. She had her arms around him and her legs spread wide, inviting Damon inside her body. He felt her tremble in his arms, and suddenly her pussy clamped on his cock and her body jerked as she came, moaning in a high erratic voice. ''Oh god... Christine I'm going to –'' ''Aahhhhhhhyyyyess pleasegiveittomepleasegiveittomeeaaahhh...'' Feeling the entire length of his cock squeezed by her pussy; his exposed glans and every inch of his shaft being pumped by her clenching folds, the pleasure was overwhelming. In a heavenly, earth-moving pulse his orgasm began, his seed building up in his groin and erupting inside Christine. His cock was up to the hilt in her; her vaginal lips nuzzled against his pubes, the head of his penis at the bottom of her pussy, his contracting balls comfortably resting against her buttocks as he ejaculated his thick, creamy sperm deep in her welcoming insides. In that moment they were one; their bodies united by their throbbing sexual organs, Damon's body releasing semen inside Christine's body. They came in unison, their hearts beating as one, with every heartbeat another pulse of cum pouring inside Christine. Forever they stayed at the height of their pleasure, the other's orgasm prolonging the other's; her tight pussy convulsing around his cock, his delightfully pulsating member spurting more and more cum inside her body. CHRISTINE Her mind was blank. All she could feel was Damon's weight and his throbbing cock inside her cum-filled pussy. A lovely burning sensation was spreading in her loins as his seed seeped in every fold and trickled in the mouth of her cervix. They woke up in the same position, Damon still inside Christine, to the sound of a helicopter. As the searchlights flashed over them, they quickly disentangled. They gave them towels and orange juice, asking them questions and giving answers. Apparently the waves had transported them almost five miles to the east from the shipwreck. All the while the crew was giving them funny looks, and Christine discreetly tried to wipe away the cum trickling down her thigh. They never asked them why they were naked. ''Christine.'' Damon whispered. ''Yeah?'' ''I may have saved your life, but you saved my soul.''

Grampa woke very early, as he always had, and felt Lauren’s body pushed up against his chest, and his semi-rigid cock pressing into her buttocks. It had been years since he had awakened with someone in his arms, and he lay there enjoying the feeling for several minutes before he gently untangled himself from her, leaving her sleeping soundly, as he got up and went to the bathroom. It was just after four in the morning, and he knew he would have to get her up and back to her own room before her mother got up around six. Probably wouldn’t hurt to make sure she got a shower first, as well – it wouldn’t do to have her come down for breakfast smelling like sex. Back in his room, he tried to waken Lauren, but she was a sound sleeper. He uncovered her and saw she had the lower part of her nightshirt wadded up and stuffed around her pussy. He rolled her onto her back and moved her nightshirt up out of the way, and began to lick her pussy. Her sparse pubic hair was matted with his cum and her juices from the night before, and there was dried cum all around her pubic area where it had seeped out. Grampa wasn’t deterred, and Lauren soon began to stir as his tongue lapped at her pussy. She moaned as she woke up, and Grampa licked and sucked her little clitty a bit, bringing her to full consciousness. Her moaning grew louder as he continued to lick her pussy, until finally she neared her climax. Grampa stood at the edge of the bed between her legs, and slipped his cock gently inside her pussy lips. She gasped as he penetrated her, then pushed his cock all the way into her throbbing pussy. He began to fuck her slowly, taking his time, as she began to moan and writhe. Her climax built quickly, then overcame her as he began to slam his cock in and out of her. She stifled a scream of joy as her orgasm peaked, and Grampa kept thrusting his cock into her pussy, keeping her at the peak of her climax for several minutes before he began to cum himself. He thrust his cock deep inside her swollen pussy and pumped his cum into her, then continued fucking her until his cock was too limp to continue. Lauren was coming down from her climax, getting her breath back, when Grampa again began licking her pussy, tasting his cum and hers, and building her quickly back to a second climax. This time he didn’t keep her at the peak quite as long, and eased off to let her drift back down, still licking her pussy but just enough to keep her aroused. Finally he got back to his feet, and held one hand out to help her off the bed. “Come on, baby girl, you need to get a shower and get back to your own room before your mom wakes up,” he told her. She took his hand and he helped her to her feet, then hugged her close for several seconds as she hugged him back. “Thank you, Grampa,” she whispered, her face pressed into his chest. “It was wonderful…” Grampa leaned over and kissed her forehead. “It was a pleasure, baby girl. Anytime you would like some more, you let me know and we’ll make arrangements for it,” he told her. Taking her head in both hands, he lifted her face so she was looking at him. “Don’t just come on down here anytime you feel like it, though – let me know first. Sometimes I have other company here. Okay?” Lauren knew he meant he didn’t want her to just walk in on him fucking her mom, and also knew Grampa sometimes had other women visit him. “Yes, Grampa.” Lauren hugged him again, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips. He lifted her off the floor, and held her up as he gave her a long, lingering open mouthed kiss. Finally he put her back on her feet. “Now go on and get you a quick shower in my bathroom, baby girl,” he told her. “You need to get back to your room before your mom gets up.” Lauren smiled and ran off to get her shower, came back a few minutes later and grabbed her panties and nightshirt, gave Grampa another hug, and scampered off down the hall to her own room. Grampa watched from his doorway as Lauren went down the hall and disappeared, still bare ass naked, and turned to go back in his room and close the door. A movement on the stairway caught his eye, and his daughter, Zoe, stepped out of the shadows. “Was she good?” Zoe asked, her voice very even, not a hint of anger. “She was excellent,” Grampa replied, motioning her into his room. “Very tasty, and a nice fuck as well,” he told her. Zoe wore a flimsy nightie with no panties underneath, an outfit which Grampa knew meant she had come down for a nice fuck before breakfast. She sat on his bed, and he sat beside her, still naked. Zoe wanted to know what happened, and he told her, straight out, that Lauren had been having sex with one of the boys in the neighborhood for a few months now, and had given him her virginity on her birthday several weeks ago. She had also apparently been looking at sex sites on her computer, and knew something was missing. Then yesterday she had been outside the room while he and her mom had been fucking, and heard everything clearly through the slatted door. She had originally come back to try to blackmail him into having sex with her to give her the orgasm she craved, but blackmail hadn’t been needed. His daughter sat and considered that a minute. Damn, she thought, this was going to be a big disappointment to her husband. He had been looking forward to Lauren’s next birthday, her thirteenth, when he had planned to deflower her himself. Oh, well… “You’re going to need to get her on some sort of birth control,” Grampa told her, “Not for me – you know I’ve been clipped – but if she is out fucking other boys, she is going to need it. And you might as well see about Lee, as well. You know how close the girls are, and if Lauren is already fucking boys, Lee won’t be far behind.” His daughter nodded. “I’ll take care of it. Damn, taking eleven and twelve year old girls to see the doctor about birth control…Lauren is just starting to get her period, and Lee…You’re right, though, better safe than sorry. I’m just wondering if I should tell Troy. He’s going to be really disappointed…” Grampa shook his head. “He shouldn’t be too upset; he may have missed taking her little cherry, but now he can start fucking her much sooner, and she is already an incredible little fuck. I’m teaching her everything she needs to know.” She laughed, snuggling over closer to him. “Yeah, I know, you dirty old bastard,” she grinned. “Just like you taught me after mom died…You’ll have her fucking like a pro in no time. I’ll leave her to you for a while longer, and hold off telling Troy. This way by the time he gets a turn, maybe her experience will make up for his missing a virgin fuck.” She slipped one hand down to his crotch and began fondling his cock, then lowered herself to the floor as she stroked it, feeling it begin to become erect in her hand. “And now, I have an itch that needs scratching…”she said, wrapping her lips around his cock. Zoe slid his foreskin back and licked around the head of his semi-erect cock, then let the foreskin slide back over the head and worked her tongue between the foreskin and the head, licking around the head under the foreskin. She pumped his cock, and licked the pre-cum from the slit, then began to suck his cock in earnest as it grew more rigid. Once he was fully erect, Grampa lay on his back on the bed as his daughter straddled him and positioned her pussy above his cock. As she lowered herself onto him, guiding his cock into her pussy with one hand, he reached up with both hands and slipped them underneath her nightie. He squeezed her breasts, then grasped both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began to gently squeeze them. Zoe leaned forward as she began to ride his cock, and Grampa was pleased to see the look of sheer joy on her face as she fucked him. His lovely daughter, now grown and with kids of her own, was riding his cock, and he was already fucking his oldest granddaughter as well, and looking forward to a lot of good times ahead. Zoe sat back, loosening his grip on her nipples, and pulled the sheer nightie off over her head. He was close to cumming, and she sensed it, and simply sat there, impaled on his cock for a few minutes, wanting him to stay hard inside her for a while longer. Occasionally she would grind her hips a bit, and flex the muscles of her vaginal walls, squeezing his cock, then releasing the pressure. He moaned and shifted a bit on the bed, on the verge of cumming, but she held him there for several minutes before she granted him release. As she began to ride him again, faster now, she watched his face, loving that she was able to please her daddy so, and pleased that he was now fucking her own daughter as well, and looking forward to the time they might have a threesome, or better… He came as she continued to ride him, moaning and grasping her hips, watching her breasts bouncing up and down as she fucked him hard. She rode him until his cock grew too limp to continue, then let it slip from her pussy, and quickly turned and straddled his head, lowering her pussy to his face. She was close to cumming herself, and knew he was more than willing to finish the job orally, as she took his slick, wet, limp cock into her mouth. Lauren, meanwhile, had made her way to the room she shared with her sister, and slipped inside the door, still naked, having dropped her cum-stained panties and nightshirt in hamper in the bathroom. Lee seemed to still be asleep in the darkened room, and Lauren felt her way around to the dresser, to get a clean pair of panties and another nightshirt. As she eased the drawer open, trying not to make any noise, the light on Lee’s nightstand snapped on. Lauren turned and saw Lee looking back at her. “What are you doing?” Lee asked, seeing her sister standing naked by the dresser. “Are you just getting back?” Lauren had told her the night before, when she slipped out, that she was going to meet up with her boyfriend. “Yes,” Lauren replied, “And I just needed to get some clean clothes.” It had rained the night before, starting just after Lauren had slipped out, and Lee had been worried she would be caught in the rain. Apparently she hadn’t, because here she was, looking as though she hadn’t even been out of the house. Lauren sat on the edge of her bed, directly across from Lee as the younger girl sat up herself. From just a couple of feet away, Lee thought her sister smelled as though she had just gotten out of the shower. And she hadn’t gotten dressed before she slipped out, wearing only her panties and nightshirt… “You didn’t go out to see Jimmy, did you?” Lee asked suddenly. Lauren had slipped on her nightshirt and was starting pull on her fresh panties, and her head snapped up at Lee’s question. “Why would you think that?” she asked. Lee leaned over closer to her and sniffed. “Well,” she began, “You were frigging yourself all evening, so I thought you were going to sneak out to fuck Jimmy. But you left without putting any clothes on, with just your panties and t-shirt. And it rained last night after you left, and you come back all nice and clean, like you just had a shower, so I don’t think you left the house.” Damn, Lauren thought, Lee was so smart for her age, she noticed every detail, but Lee wasn’t finished yet. “And it smells like you used Grampa’s soap to take a shower.” Damnit, Lauren thought. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay?” Lee promised, and leaned forward to listen as Lauren told her what had happened. “Grampa made you cum?” she asked incredulously as Lauren finished. “How did it feel?” she asked. “Was it like what we see on the internet?” “Oh, yes,” Lauren replied. “It was the greatest feeling I’ve ever had – even fucking Jimmy never felt that good.” Lee began fingering her own little pussy as Lauren told her what Grampa had done, and pretty soon both girls were lying together on Lauren’s bed, panties off, fingering themselves. Lauren described how Grampa had kissed and licked her pussy until she had cum, and Lee said, “Oh, I wish someone would do that for me…” Lauren quit fingering her pussy and rolled over, putting her face over her sister’s pussy. She tried to remember what Grampa had done, and tentatively put out her tongue and licked Lee’s slit. Lee moaned, and Lauren moved her tongue up and down her slit, the tip of her tongue barely penetrating her sister’s little pussy. Lee instinctively arched her back to push her pussy into Lauren’s face, and her older sister used the finger of both hands to gently pull her pussy lips open. Lauren licked her younger sister’s pussy furiously, then quite by accident ran her tongue over Lee’s little clitty. Lee moaned loudly, “Oh, yessssssss!”, and Lauren began to concentrate on licking around that spot. Lee tried to hump her pussy into Lauren’s face, and was soon bucking and writhing as her sister gave her clitty quite a licking. Then Lee screamed, “Oh, God, oh, God, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” and Lauren, afraid their mom would hear, stopped licking her pussy and reached up to put her hand over Lee’s mouth. Their mom, of course, was otherwise occupied at the other end of the house with Grampa, though they didn’t know that. Lee calmed down, and Lauren began to giggle. “See what I mean?” she asked Lee. “It never felt that good playing with myself, and Jimmy sure didn’t do it for me.” “It felt so wonderful!” Lee gasped, still slightly out of breath. Lauren looked down at her and smiled, then rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. “Now it’s your turn to do me,” she said, guiding Lee’s face to her own pussy.

The following story is essentially true. The events happened pretty much as described, though I have embellished some of the details – after all, this occurred when I was 6 years old, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened. Names have been changed where needed. My father was in the Navy, and this story takes place in on-base housing at a large naval training base. My mother had also previously been in the Navy, but had gotten out to get married and raise a family. They had three boys; I was the oldest, with my next younger brother about three years younger than I was, and the youngest just over four years younger. My mother’s best friend was Jane, another Navy wife who lived just around the corner from us. I don’t recall ever seeing Jane’s husband around, and I can only figure he was out to sea when this occurred. Jane had two daughters, Elizabeth, who was five and a playmate of mine, and another who was maybe a year old or so. One night, I had inadvertently walked in on my mother as she was naked in the bathroom, and gotten a good view of her breasts and pubic area. I noticed her pussy (though I didn’t know it by that term then) was very hairy, and that there was no trace of a wiener. When I asked my mother about it, she just brushed it off and covered her lower body with a towel, then went on as though nothing had happened. I was still very curious about it, though. There were quite a few other kids in the housing area close by, of all ages, so there was generally no shortage of playmates. One day, however, Elizabeth and I ended up alone, shortly after the episode with my mother, and while I was still wondering about the difference in equipment. The housing we lived in was all two story duplexes, with basements and carports, and behind each unit there was a concrete stairwell going down to the basement. I invited Elizabeth down into the stairwell of our house, and she came along gladly. Once there, I asked if she had ever seen a boy naked, and she said no, and I told her I would show her mine if she would show me hers. Elizabeth gladly went along, and we were soon both stripped completely naked and checking each other out. I noticed right off that, not only did she not have a wiener, she also didn’t have any hair ‘down there’, and her titties were, of course, completely undeveloped. I got as close as I could for a good look at her hairless pussy, and asked if I could touch it, and she agreed. I reached out and played with her a bit, running my finger up and down her slit, and asked her how she peed. I told her I stood up and aimed my wiener at the toilet and peed that way, and she told me she had to sit or squat to pee. Elizabeth asked if she could touch my wiener, which was, actually, pretty hard by then. I let her touch it, and it felt so good when she did, I encouraged her to keep touching it. She got down so she could get a better look at it, as I had done when I examined her pussy, and touched and felt around my little wiener and my balls, marveling as I had at the differences between us. Suddenly we heard her mother above us, completely shocked, saying, “Oh, my God!” She had been looking for Elizabeth in the open area behind the duplexes, but neither of us had heard her calling. She had found us, and looked into the stairwell just in time to see her daughter kneeling in front of me, with my wiener in her hand. Jane got us both dressed and took us to see my mother, where she explained what she had seen. My mother was also shocked, and I got a good lecture out of it once Jane and Elizabeth had gone home. I was full of questions about the differences between Elizabeth and me, and my mother, and I did manage to get a few answers – girls never did grow wieners, their breasts grew in later as they grew up, body hair also came later, things like that, but no real explanation very much beyond that. A few weeks later, I was in school, and my mother and father were having marital problems (though I didn’t know that at the time). My mother decided to take my two younger brothers to visit her parents for a couple of weeks, but she didn’t want to take me because I was in school and she didn’t want me to miss any. My dad worked nights, so leaving me alone with him wasn’t going to work. My mother asked Jane if she could take care of me for a couple of weeks, and she agreed. Jane had apparently gotten over what happened between her daughter and me, and accepted that it was simply part of young kids growing up. The first night I was there, she gave both her daughters and me a bath, all together in the same bathtub. Jane was right there with us, so I managed to control my urge to explore Elizabeth’s pussy any further with my fingers, but I did ask Jane some of the same questions I had asked my mother about the differences between us, and got pretty much the same answers. Jane took the youngest girl and dried her off, then left Elizabeth and me alone in the tub together while she put the younger girl to bed. Elizabeth and I took the opportunity to check each other out a bit more, once again touching and feeling each other’s privates. A few minutes later, Jane walked in on us and caught us, again, but this time, instead of being shocked, she simply chided us for being bad, and got Elizabeth out of the tub to dry her off and put her to bed. After she had dried me off, she took me to Elizabeth’s room, where I was supposed to sleep – Elizabeth had been moved into the same room as her younger sister for the duration – and tried to coax me into my pajamas. I hated pajamas, and preferred to sleep naked, even then. If my mother ever did get me to put on pajamas, I usually pulled them off before I went to sleep, so she had learned to simply just check in on me later and make sure I had some covers over me. My mother had told Jane that, though she had left a set of pajamas for me if Jane wanted to try to get me in them. Jane actually managed to get me to wear the pajamas, and tucked me into bed, but a few minutes later I got up and took the pajamas off, as usual, then went back to bed. Some time later, before she went to bed, Jane checked in on me, and sure enough, I was lying in bed naked with no covers over me. She tried to wake me up and get me back into my pajamas – I remember her waking me up - but soon realized that was a lost cause and gave up, as I almost immediately went back to sleep as soon as she had me rolled over onto my back. Shortly afterward, though, I awoke to the most pleasant feeling I had ever known, and it was centered on my wiener. I opened my eyes and looked, to see Jane with my little wiener in her mouth, gently sucking on it as she milked it with her fingers. She noticed I was awake, and quickly motioned me to keep quiet as she milked a bit more sticky fluid from the opening in my wiener. She licked it from her fingers, and asked me if I liked what she was doing. I told her yes, and she continued to suck my little wiener for a while longer, milking a bit more sticky fluid from it and moaning about how good it tasted. I asked her if I could have some, and she got some on her finger for me, and let me suck it off her fingertip. It was pretty tasteless to me, but she kept milking it from my wiener and sucking it as though she couldn’t get enough. Afterward, Jane told me I must never tell anyone what we were doing, that if I did we would never be able to do it again. It had felt so good I would have agreed to anything to have that feeling again, so I promised not to tell. She tucked the covers around me and kissed me goodnight, and left to go back to her room for the night. The next night the bath and bedtime routine was the same, except instead of taking me to Elizabeth’s room to put me to bed, Jane took me to her room and put me into her bed. She stripped naked herself, as I watched in awe, and lay beside me on the bed, facing me. She asked if I would like her to do some more of what she had done the night before, and of course I said yes. There were some things she wanted me to do for her first, she told me, and she rolled onto her back and motioned for me to come closer. She held one of her titties out to me and asked if I would like to suck it, just like I was a baby again, and I latched onto the nipple, sucking away like a baby. Her youngest daughter was still breastfeeding, so there was quite a bit of mother’s milk, and she had me go from one tit to the other, sucking as much as I could. She coached me as I went, teaching to bite just a little, so very gently, and to suck and lick the nipples and aureolas. As I did, I noticed one of her hands was gently playing with her hairy pussy, and the other was toying with my wiener. Next she asked if I would like to check out her pussy, and of course I was ready for that. I scooted down so my face was right in front of her pussy, and she let me watch as she fingered herself, at first lightly fingering the hair, then running her fingers up and down the slit, and finally parting her pussy lips and inserting a finger into her slit. She coaxed me into feeling her pussy, the lush, luxurious hair, and the now open slit, which was warm and already considerably wet. I got a bit closer to sniff it, and loved the smell of her wet pussy, and she had me put a couple of fingers inside it, and directed me how to move them around a bit to arouse her even more. When I pulled my hand back, it was wet with her pussy juice, and she encouraged me to lick it from my fingers, and I did. I thought it was better than tasting my own fluid from the night before, and decided I liked it. She asked again if I had enjoyed her licking and sucking my wiener the night before, and I said I had, and she asked if I would do the same for her. She didn’t have a wiener, of course, and asked if I would lick and kiss her pussy for her, to make her feel as good as she had made me feel. She told me it was what boys and girls who loved each other did for each other, and asked if I loved her, and I said yes. At her direction, I lowered my face to her pussy, this time until my lips were kissing her pussy lips. She had me stick my tongue out and lick up and down her slit a few times, then showed me where to direct my attention next – her clit. She had me lick around it several times, then kiss it gently, and even had me nibble at it just a bit. While I was doing so, she directed me to put the fingers of one hand into her pussy again, and told me how to move them in and out as I sucked her pussy. A few minutes later she began to moan and wriggle around a bit, and I asked if I was hurting her, and she gasped that I wasn’t and to go on with what I was doing. After she had cum and relaxed a bit, Jane made an effort to have me fuck her. She was able to get my wiener inside her pussy, and get me to thrust in and out a few times, but my young wiener was just too small to give her much satisfaction. After a few minutes, she had me lie on my back beside her, and she began to play with my wiener and balls for me. She leaned over and gave me another blowjob like she had the night before, licking her own pussy juice off me along with the sticky fluid from my own wiener. Then we went to sleep, with my face snuggled up against her titties and one hand on her still wet pussy. Over the next two weeks, the routine remained pretty much the same. Jane would give us all a bath at night, then put the girls to bed in the same room, even though I never again slept in Elizabeth’s room. Jane and I would both sleep nude in her bed, after I had eaten her pussy for her and she had sucked my little wiener for me. Sometimes in the morning I would wake up to her sucking my wiener before she got me up for breakfast, other times I might wake up and find my wiener all wet and sticky as though it had recently been sucked without waking me. Jane constantly reminded me I should never tell anyone, not even my parents, and I promised I never would. Once my mother and brothers got back, things more or less went back to normal. Every once in a while, Jane would see me outside alone, and ask if I would like to come in and have some cookies. Somehow this always seemed to be when her daughters were down for a nap, and cookies were only a secondary reason for inviting me in. I loved that good feeling I got when she played with my wiener and sucked it, and I looked forward to seeing her. A few months later, Elizabeth and I slipped down into the stairwell again, and stripped down to check each other out again. Elizabeth showed me how she peed, squatting over the drain in the stairwell, and I showed her how I peed, standing up and aiming my stream for the same drain. We explored a bit more this time, and I actually slipped a couple of fingers into Elizabeth’s tiny pussy and played around a bit. I even got down and kissed it for her, running my tongue up and down her slit, then inside, then around her tiny clitty, like her mother had showed me. Elizabeth said it felt very good, and I asked if she would take my wiener into her mouth and suck on it a bit. She was a bit hesitant, but I explained that this was what boys and girls who loved each other did for each other, to make them feel good, and I asked Elizabeth if she loved me. She said yes, and I stood on the concrete steps, a couple of steps up from her, and she bent down and took my wiener into her mouth. I gave her a bit of direction, and soon had her pumping my cock in and out of her mouth, when we heard a familiar scream – “Oh, my God!” I looked up to see Jane standing above us again, watching me pump my little wiener into her young daughter’s mouth, and Elizabeth took her lips off my wiener and looked up. Jane stormed down into the stairwell and quickly got Elizabeth dressed and took her home, leaving me to get dressed by myself. I thought I was really going to catch hell this time, but Jane never told my mother about what had happened. I think she was afraid if she did, my mother would want to know where I had learned such a thing, and Jane was afraid I might spill the beans about us. Jane never invited me over for cookies any more, and a few months after that, my mother and father separated for good, and my mother took my brothers and me to live closer to her parents.

Emily had by now completely broken down and was sobbing uncontrollably. In fact, she had never cried this hard before. She now understood Mark completely and knew what she had to do. She stood up, turned around, and her jaw dropped. Chapter 1 Standing there, in the distance, were both Mark and Katelynn. “Mark! What the hell are you doing out of the hospital? For that matter how did you get out of the hospital? How did you find me here? My cell phone is still at work.” Mark and Kat just stood there “Hello can you two hear me? This isn’t fucking funny!” “Of course, it’s not funny Emi, but neither is going off the grid.” Mark said calmly “As to your other questions: We both were worried sick about you. As to me getting out of the hospital well for that you have to ask Kat. As to how we found you, that was just a simple process of elimination that we started this morning.” “Well Katelynn, how did you get your Dad out of the hospital?” Emily asked crossly for she had a feeling. “Not how you’re thinking Mom, honest. I just came into his room this morning, threw his clothes at him, told him to get dressed because I was getting him out of the hospital. We just walked out like we owned the place.” “How did you fool the monitors? They should have tripped when you disconnected them.” “Please Mom, give a girl some credit. I just hacked Dad’s monitors so that they would continue to give the nurses a signal for the time that we needed to get out.” “YOU HACKED THE HOSPITAL!” Emily was now extremely pissed “Of course not, Mom. I just hacked Dad’s monitors” Kat said cool as a cucumber. “Damn it Kat! Do you know the risk you put your Dad in? Well, do you? And you Mark. You should know better than to leave the hospital without being released! Damn it you two, I love both of you and I couldn’t live if I lost you!” “Emily dear; We came because we love you and couldn’t bear the thought that you might do something terrible. I’ve already lost one woman in my life because I couldn’t check on her when her world was turned upside-down. I’m not about to lose you too.” When Emily looked at Mark, he had a tear in his eye. She knew that he was being sincere and completely truthful with her. She now knew that she could never hold a grudge against Mark or Katelynn ever again. They risked Mark’s life and Kat’s freedom and sanity, to break out of the hospital, to make sure that she was ok. Emily took a deep breath and walked slowly up to them. Standing there, Emily could see just how nervous Mark and Kat were. Neither wanted to lose her and Emily didn’t want to lose them either. Emily took the last step and putting an arm around both of them pulled them to her and gave both a hug and a kiss on the cheek for Kat and one on the lips for Mark. “Come on you two” chirped Emily “let’s go home. Oh Katelynn” “Yes Mom?” “When we get home, we really need to talk about you hacking your Dad’s monitors.” “Of course, Mom.” Emily put an arm around Kat’s shoulders and the other around Mark’s waist as they walked back to the vehicles. Chapter 2 When they got home, Emily checked on Mark’s knife wound. Surprisingly it wasn’t bleeding but she knew that Mark still needed to go back to the hospital. Before that though there was the matter of Katlynn’s hacking so the three of them sat down at the kitchen table. “So, Kat how long have you been a hacker?” “Gee Mom you say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m a white hat hacker. That means that I’m one of those who look for bugs in software and report them to the company so that the bugs can get fixed. And I’ve been doing it for years. I’ve even been able to hack the Pentagon. They didn’t even believe that I had done it until I sent them some of their classified documents as proof. It goes without saying that they were pissed. Still not sure what pissed off the DoD more, that they got hacked or that a young teen successfully hacked them without them knowing about it until it was over.” “Just promise me that you’ll be careful on what you’re doing. I don’t want to lose you.” “Don’t worry Mom. Companies pay good money to white hat hackers. I actually make really good money doing it and I’m helping people at the same time.” “Now Mark, how long have you known about this?” “For as long as she’s been doing it. Who do you think, taught her in the first place?” “You hack too?” “Not anymore. With work and raising an energetic young girl I don’t have the time to do much hacking. Besides Kat’s much better at it. I just advise her once in a while.” Emily just shook her head. She still had a lot to learn about her family and she was looking forward to learning. “Well let’s get something to eat and get Mark back to the hospital. He’ll need to be there for at least a few days.” Emily stated. Mark then whispered in her ear: “How bout I eat you?” “Mark you’re a dirty boy!” exclaimed Emily cheerfully “What am I going to do with you?” Mark just smiled at her warmly. This just melted Emily’s heart. Just seeing Mark’s smile reminded her just how lucky she was and just how close she had come to losing everything. “How bout I make dinner so that you two can find a room” Kat giggled causing Emily to blush. With that, Mark took hold of Emily’s hand and led her to the bedroom. They both knew that they would have to be careful, but both of them, Emily especially, were on fire. It would have taken a biblical disaster to stop them. To save time they shed their clothes as they went earning them a laugh from Kat but neither of them cared. When they got to the bedroom, Emily gently pushed Mark onto the bed and took his cock into her mouth. This was something that she usually didn’t did, but this time she just had to do it. Mark was babbling like an idiot but Emily wouldn’t stop, then Mark started to move around and Emily stopped and growled, “Don’t move or I’ll stop and never do this again.” Mark froze. He might have been babbling like an idiot but he was far from being an idiot. Satisfied that she had stopped Mark from moving, Emily continued. She had never felt Mark’s cock so hard that it actually curved up a bit and all the veins were highlighted. Emily then had a wicked idea. She kept sucking and bobbing her head up and down then she started using her tongue, but not fast enough to make Mark blow. Mark thought that he was going to pass out from the lack of blood in his brain. Emily was proving to be a very talented cock sucker. Eventually despite him not moving and her not going fast enough he was going to blow, but just as he was going to give her a warning she stopped and looked up at him with a warm yet devious smile. She jumped up and in one movement impaled herself on Mark. “Why; you’re not thinking of cumming without me, are you darling?” she asking knowing full well that Mark was out of it, but it was still fun for her. Mark just shook his head weakly. Emily then began to, ever so slowly, go up and down while moving side to side at the same time. Mark’s eyes bulged at this. Emily smiled figuring that it was time to turn up the heat even more. She added hip rotations to her movements and using her Kegel muscles she began to gently massage Mark’s penis. Mark thought that he could handle Emily’s moving in the two dimensions, but when she added the third and fourth axis of movement Mark lost it. He began to have the most powerful orgasm of his life. His toes curled so hard that they cramped, he thrust up so hard that Emily was lifted up by two feet and this caused her to squeal with delight. Mark’s cock then felt like it exploded as countless jets of cream shot out, drowning Emily’s cunt and actually overflowing it. All this happening inside Emily had sent her over the edge as well and she followed Mark into the abyss. What was that saying she thought ‘stare into the abyss and it stares into you or something like that ...ah screw it.’ She plunged deeper and deeper. Far deeper than she had ever been before. It actually felt like she was having an out of body experience. It was obvious from the look on Mark’s face that he was right there with her. Eventually they both returned to their bodies. They were both drenched in sweat and were panting harder than if they had just run back-to-back marathons. Somehow Mark managed to turn both of them on the bed so that he could pull the covers up over them. Chapter 3 It was late the next morning when they woke up. At first, Emily was confused. The light was coming into the room wrong after all it had been late afternoon when they had gotten home. It wasn’t until she found her phone that everything made sense. It was almost noon and it was Monday. “FUCK WE OVERSLEPT!” Emily screamed as she raced to the shower. She was late to work and that had never happened before. “Don’t worry sweetie” Mark said calmly “Kat called both of our bosses this morning and told them that we’re not feeling that well so we won’t be coming into work today. Now how bout we get back into bed.” Emily just stared at him, “How do you know?” “I woke up earlier, just before Kat left for school. She told me what she did so I just crawled back into bed.” “Mark” Emily screamed “I’ve never missed a day of work and I’m not about to start now!” “And you would make Kat a liar?” Mark asked innocently but with a wicked grin on his face. “Damn it, you two are going to completely corrupt me!” “Of course. Now how bout you turn that shower off and let’s relax a bit.” Emily moved without thinking about it. She turned off the water and moved into Mark’s arms. The feelings that came over her were almost overwhelming. She felt bad for not going to work but she felt so good and safe in his arms. This decided things for her. She would skip work today and spent it with her lover, but first she made Mark lay down on some towels she put on the bed. The doctor in Emily had kicked in and Mark knew better than to argue. His side still hurt a bit but he was surprised at how little pain he felt. There was some seepage but other than that everything was good. This surprised Emily. Mark had gotten a serious stab wound Saturday morning and yet he was moving around with little pain. “Happy now honey? How bout we wrestle up some grub? I’m starving and I bet you are too, especially with all that screaming you were doing yesterday.” “I wasn’t that loud!” Emily said defiantly. Mark just gave her a fish eyed look. “Emily, I thought a monster was going to pop out of your chest with the way you were going at it.” “I don’t do that!” Mark just gave her the bull shit look and Emily’s face turned deep red. They went out to the kitchen, made some brunch, and started cleaning up the house a bit. After this last weekend it was a mess. At one point, Mark snuck up on Emily while she was doing laundry. He picked her up and put her on the washing machine while it was running. Emily tried not to get turned on, but the vibrations from the washer running plus Mark’s strong hands was just too much for her and she gave in. She found that she really liked doing it like this. Not only did she have the vibrations to drive her wild, but also the different angle that Mark had. He was able to drive up into her at such an angle that he bumped into her cervix and rubbed her G-spot with every thrust. She also became aware of one other thing that was driving her wild with lust, she was completely at Mark’s mercy. In this position, she couldn’t do anything much. She didn’t worry because she trusted Mark, she just worried that she might go insane before he finished with her. Before long she was singing like an opera singer and she eyes were clamped shut as she held on to anything that she could grab, with a white-knuckle grip. Within minutes she wasn’t just cumming she was uber cumming. Her pussy was gushing like a white-water river and it showed no signed of stopping. Furthermore, neither did Mark, he just kept pounding her without mercy. By this point she was nothing more than a ragdoll for Mark. She had pretty much collapsed and was leaning on Mark’s shoulder. Finally, Mark was getting close. As his cock swelled, Emily was driven further from reality and deeper into the abyss. When she finally felt his white-hot sperm shooting into her pussy, she passed out. After Mark finished, it took everything he had left to stay on his feet. Not only was he exhausted but Emily’s screaming in ecstasy in the small, hard walled laundry room had made his ears ring. It took a couple of minutes before he was able to completely focus. He was then able to gently pick Emily up and carry her back to their bedroom so they could lay down to rest. Even through it they had been fucking for only half an hour, Mark was exhausted and Emily had passed out. Meanwhile at school, Kat had been turned into a celebrity for her killing the guy that had been tormenting the school halls for months now. Every girl almost bowed down to her like she was royalty while almost every guy gave her a wide berth. For none of them wanted to endure her wrath. Kat now had the reputation of one of the wrathful goddesses of ancient times, something like Athena, goddess of wisdom. Everyone knew that Kat was wise beyond her years; now she also had proven that she was extremely dangerous as well. Personally, Kat was embarrassed, she hated the attention that she got with one exception. There was one guy that didn’t seem offput by her reputation. He was a new transfer to the school named Brandon, and Kat actually found his nerdy look attractive. He was tall, skinny as a rail, had brown hair, and a bit of ache, but carried himself with a quiet confidence. He actually reminded Kat a lot of her dad. They both were wary of each other. It was obvious to all around that they found each other attractive, but neither had no real idea on how to proceed. When Kat got home, she started laughing. The house smelled of hot sex and she could hear her mom and dad snoring in their bedroom. After she had gotten her homework done, she started dinner. This woke her mom and dad up from their slumber. Kat had to sit down when Emily came out for it looked like she had been washed and put away wet. Her hair was a mess, she had heavy bags under her eyes, and she walked with a bit of a limp. Her dad on the other hand was full of energy and was almost bouncing off the walls. Kat figured that this was as good as time as any to tell them her big news. “Hey Mom, Dad, can we chat for a minute?” Emily and Mark were both taken back for Kat was appeared as nervous as a mouse in a room full of cats. “What’s wrong Kat?” Emily asked suddenly concerned. “Uh well… I … well I …” Kat took a deep breath “I met this boy at school” she whispered. Mark and Emily looked at each other and smiled. “Mark, don’t you have something to do in the barn?” Emily asked “No” Mark said confused. Emily just looked at him “You sure about that?” “Oh, ya thank you, I almost forgot.” With that he almost ran out of the house. Emily looked back at Kat and Kat swallowed; “Ok Kat, let me hear everything about him.” Kat now wished that she had kept her mouth shut, for some reason she was embarrassed. “Oh, come Katelynn, he can’t be that bad.” This woke Kat up, nobody used her full name, many at her school didn’t even know her full name. Kat went on to describe Brandon in every detail. Emily and Kat conspired on how to get Brandon to ask her out, eventually conceding that it was too early and they would have to what to see how things unfolded. Chapter 4 As Mark and Emily’s wedding day got closer, the closer Mark and Emi became. It was almost like they were becoming one person. The biggest problem that Emily had was that with all the work she was now doing on the farm her muscles were getting bigger. She already had to get bigger scrub pants because her ass was now solid muscle, and was worried that her dress wouldn’t fit. Almost all fat on her body had now been worked off, even though she was eating more now than she had before. The Saturday before the wedding she had gone over to Cindy’s to make sure it still fit. If anything, it fit even better. Mark made to sure that his suit still fit right and that the hogs that they would use would be prefect for roasting. Kat decided that she was going to ask Brandon to be her date for the wedding and he agreed providing that either one of his parents could drop him off or someone could pick him up for he didn’t drive. When Kat told Mark and Emi, they decided, much to Kat’s surprise, to have a limo pick up Brandon and his family and bring them over. Kat quickly cleared this with Brandon. He assured her that they would be on time for he was starting to really warm up to Kat. The day before the wedding, Mark slipped away for a couple of hours, he had something that he had to do. Neither Emi or Kat were surprised at this. They knew that he was going to the cemetery to say hello to his folks and sister. It was very early on Saturday morning when Mark got back and passed out on the couch. Emily was up at her usual time on Saturday morning. She had butterflies in her stomach, for she was finally going to get married. Something that she had always wanted. She walked out and seen that Mark was sleeping on the couch and that Kat was already up. They two of them made some coffee and took it out to the patio so that they could watch the sun rise. It had been forecasted to be a beautiful day and it was definitely starting out that way. The ladies finished their coffee and fruit that they brought out with them and they went back in. Mark had gotten up and they could hear him in the shower. The ladies then left a note and slipped out to go to Cindy’s so that they could get ready. Mark got out and seen the note. He still had some work to do for he had to start roasting the hogs. Everything was ready; all he had to do was use the skid loader with forks to put the hogs over the coals. The three of them had killed and cleaned the hogs the day before. They had also got the pit ready and before they left, Kat had started the fire. It took some time but the fire burned down and Mark put the hogs on. The wedding was at three that afternoon and he knew that the hogs would be done by the time of the reception. As he was waiting, he laid down and took a nap. He woke up at one and started getting dressed for people would start arriving soon. But first the three S’s; shit, shower, and shave. Sure, enough as soon as he finished getting dressed, the doorbell rang. It was Tim and Evan. As it got closer to three, Mark was getting nervous like almost every other man on his wedding day. Finally, he heard the ladies arrive for they had taken Kat’s truck and he knew that truck’s sound anywhere. Kat came out to do a final check on everything and say hi to Brandon and his family. To say that he and his family were impressed was an understatement. His parents hadn’t really believed him when he told them about Kat. Finally meeting her in person, they could see that their son’s de***********ion of her didn’t do her justice. Brandon was impressed because this was the first time, he had seen Kat outside of school and she was smoking hot. Not only that but she also was allowing her true personality show and he found himself being drawn to her like a moth to the flames. At three o’clock sharp the music started. Everyone gasped when Emily finally appeared. Her gown appeared to be made of emeralds and her wavy hair looked to be made of molten gold and fire that had been spun into fine silk. She had just enough make-up on to highlight her checks, eyes, and lips. As Emily walked down the aisle a cool breeze blew through. Both Emily and Mark smiled at this for it seemed that Susie, Mark’s parents, and Emily’s first fiancé had arrived. In Emily’s eyes, she could see the four of them standing near the front and in her mind, she thanked them for coming. For the first time she heard Mark’s parents speak to her, “We wouldn’t miss this for the world dear.” Emily shed a single tear, she wished that her parents were only a tenth as good as Mark’s parents had been. Mark hadn’t missed the tear and he knew what had caused it for he also seen his parents, his sister, and a very handsome black man arrive. He was confused a bit but figured that he would ask later, maybe. The wedding went off without a hitch, but the reception was a different matter. As the reception was starting, an expensive car pulled in the drive and Emily froze when she seen it. Mark and Kat were both confused but that didn’t last long. Two people got out of the back seats. The man had short grey hair and the woman had long hair that was turning grey but still had some red in it. The man was also a bit drunk. Mark looked at Emi, “What’s wrong honey? You know these people?” Emily didn’t answer but her face showed her anger building fast. Mark shook her arm. “Emi, you know them?” “Yes, I know them, all too well.” growled Emi in her frigid tone. Mark and Kat were now concerned hearing Emi’s tone. “They are my fucking parents.” Mark held Emi’s hand as her parents approached. “Hello mother, father. What are you doing here?” “We’re here to see our daughter get married but I see that she couldn’t even wait for us even through we’ve been calling” her mother said. “So, this is the loser that your head over heels for?” her father added in a condescending tone. “You should have been married in a proper church to a proper catholic lad instead of this hick wedding and to this hick. He doesn’t look bright enough to dump the water out a boot with the directions on the heel.” By now everyone was staring at Emi’s parents. They were too stunned to say anything. Everyone was stunned but Kat. Once again, she proved to have ice water flowing through her veins. She stepped in front of Mark and Emily “What the fuck are you two idiots doing here. I know that neither of you were invited because Mom knew how you would act. Why don’t you two get the bloody hell out of here before I rip both of you to pieces.” “Mom? Emily, I always knew you were a whore!” her mother spit out. Kat had enough of this and punched Emily’s mother hard breaking her nose and putting her on her ass. “Quiet your mouth you fucking cunt. Technically she’s my step-mom and I’ve killed once already to protect MY MOM and I’m not afraid to do it again. I highly doubt this beautiful, bright, and caring woman could be the product of you two bums. I’m betting someone got in before your husband did. And if your husband goes for that gun tucked into his pants, I’ll kill him where he stands.” With this Kat produced her gun that she always carried, and while not pointing it at Emily’s father, made it clear that she could very quickly. “Now I’m going to tell you two exactly what you will do. You both will kneel in front of MY MOM and DAD. You WILL apologize for your idiotic behavior. You will then leave and never attempt to contact any of us ever again.” Kat’s voice was now so cold that the temperature seemed to drop by twenty degrees and everyone was now staring at her like she was some mythical creature that had come to life. “DO IT NOW!” Kat snapped while not using anymore muscles then was absolutely necessary to talk. Emily’s parents jumped and the blood drained from their faces. They quicky did exactly what Kat had told them to for neither of them had ever encountered someone as cold and threatening as her, and they had met: gangers, organized crime members, IRA bombers, and serial killers. Never had anyone they ever met given off the vibes that Kat did. She was a very cold-blooded killer should she choose to be. Kat kept her gun out until Emily’s parents drove off. Storing it away in her dress, she looked at everyone else; “What?” Emily came up and looked right into Kat’s eyes; “Katelynn, I’ve never ever seen someone so cold and calm as you. I’ve also never seen my parents that afraid of anyone ever. Just to let you know” Emily took a deep breath and closed her eyes “I’m very proud of you and I’m proud that you are my daughter.” Kat broke down in tears and jumped into Emily’s arms, dress be damned. “I LOVE YOU MOM!” screamed Kat while crying her eyes out. There wasn’t a dry eye present while Kat and Emily embraced each other. Finally, Emily whispered quietly to Kat, “We’re going to mess up our make-up if we keep this up.” Looking at each other Kat and Emily broke out in laughter. They laughed so hard that their sides cramped. Suddenly Kat looked at everyone and stood up, “Hey, we’re supposed to be having a PARTY!” With that she bounced over and turned the music on. After the mandatory wedding dances, Kat put on a slow dance song and went over to Brandon. “Would you dance with me please?” Kat asked nervously. It was a bit funny actually, a young lady that could stare death in the face and win was extremely nervous when it came to love. Although Brandon wasn’t sure what to do, he took hold of one of Kat’s hands and they started to dance. They danced very single one of the remaining songs together. Eventually, everyone else stopped dancing to watch Kat and Brandon dance. Mark and Emi went up and introduced themselves to Brandon’s parents. After the introductions, the four of them turned to watch Kat and Brandon dance. “You know something Emi” said Mark “Those two really do make a cute couple.” Brandon’s parents had to agree with Mark. After a couple of hours, the party was winding down. All the food had been eaten and everyone was happy but tired. Kat and Brandon were all but inseparable by the end of the party and everyone thought that they made a lovely couple. Chapter 5 After the wedding, Mark and Emily quickly settled into their married life. Mark never asked Emily who the fourth ghost was at the wedding, figuring that she would tell him if or when she was ready. They didn’t bother to go on a honeymoon because neither one really cared and neither really had the time. Kat and Brandon started dating officially and both were really happy. During Thanksgiving Kat ate both with her family and with Brandon’s family. Before Kat went over to Brandon’s house for the first time; Mark sat Brandon down and explained things to him. Basically, if he ever hurt Kat, Mark would hunt him down and kill him. After Mark’s talk, Brandon was terrified and it didn’t get any better when Kat told Brandon a piece of her Dad’s history. Emily got to go deer hunting for her first time that fall and was rewarded with a nice buck which Kat mounted on the living room wall for her. Joining the many deer that her and Mark had mounted over the years. Emily would also hunt for squirrels, rabbits, and raccoons. On Black Friday Emily and Kat went shopping and had a wonderful time. They went everywhere and did everything they could. Kat made sure that she had gotten something nice for Brandon in addition to her regular shopping. Before Emily, Mark never really got into the holidays and never could wait until they were over. Now he felt much more like he did before his parents had died. Two weeks before Christmas, Kat and a group of her friends from school decided to go to a big Christmas concert. Emily was a bit jealous because she had wanted to go as well, but at the last minute, had to go to work to cover for one of the other doctors who had gotten really sick from bad seafood. She had wanted to go because Mark was away on a business trip and wasn’t due back until Sunday. Plus, she liked Christmas music. Kat and Emi hadn’t seen each other that afternoon because Emi had gone to work before Kat got home from school. Of course, they texted each other and Kat sent Emi pictures of the concert. She also told her when they left and were one their way home. Kat was very mature for a fifteen-year-old girl and Emi was glad for that because she didn’t know anything about raising a teen. It was almost midnight, and Emily was looking forward to going home. It had been a very long day. Then a call came in, four teens had been in a serious traffic accident. Two of them were dead on the scene. The other two were on their way with life threatening injuries. The driver of the vehicle that hit them head-on walked away without a scratch. He was arrested for DUI and at least two counts of manslaughter. Emily rushed to make sure that everything was ready. When the teens got there, Emily’s blood froze, one of the teens was Kat. Emily now went on autopilot, driven not only by her Navy training but also her rapidly developing motherly instinct and the fear that she might lose everything. For not only did she now have an adopted daughter but she also held a secret that she wasn’t ready to reveal quite yet. She pushed her way to Kat’s stretcher and instantly could see that Kat most likely wouldn’t survive. Not only had Kat lost a lot of blood but she couldn’t move her legs. One of her arms had a bone coming out of it as well. As Emily started working on her, Kat started talking to her, “Hi, mom. I’m so sorry for this. I’ve been wanting to visit you at work, just not like this.” “You’ve nothing to be sorry for Kat.” “I’m not going to make it will I?” “You’ll be just fine Kat.” “Thank you for trying to cheer me up, but we both know that I’m not going to live. Just please make sure that all my parts that can be donated are, and then donate the rest of me to science.” “Kat shut-up. I’ve seen people live with much worse injuries than you’ve got.” That was actually a bold face lie on Emily’s part. Kat was hurt really bad but Emily was trying to keep Kat’s sprits up as much as possible. As Kat was rolled into one of the operating rooms, Emily whispered to Kat, “I’ve got something to tell you but you have to survive for me to tell you, deal Kat?” “Yes. Mom I need to tell you that I love you. Can you tell Dad that I love him too?” said Kat weakly “Good bye” “Tell him yourself Kat for you’re NOT going to die on me.” Emi told her “Ok everyone let’s do this” Emi said to the rest of the staff. “Kat we’re going to put you under now. I love you.” What followed was by far the most stressful operation of Emily’s life. Kat had numerous internal injuries, a badly broken arm, and a damaged spine; although Emily thought that with work Kat would be able to go back to her normal life. About three hours in, disaster struck. Kat flat lined. Emily, without thinking, vaulted up on top of Kat and started CPR and ordered drugs put into the IV tubes while the paddles were charging. Kat found herself in a house that was strange but at the same time familiar and she couldn’t figure that out. Walking out of what Kat figured was the kitchen was another teen about her own age. “Hello Katelynn. How are you?” “Who the fuck are you and where the bloody hell am I?” “That’s not a nice way for you to stay hello to your aunt, is it dearie? As to where you are, I’m sure that you can figure that out.” Kat squinted looking at the teen, “Aunt Susan? Is that really you? If that’s you I guess that I’m really dead then. As to where I am, this looks like the house from some of my Dad’s old pictures.” “Yep, I’m your aunt Susan, but please just Susie will work, and this is the house that your Dad and I grew up in. As to being dead that’s still up to you.” “What do you mean “up to me” and why would my imagination give me a choice?” asked Kat warily “That’s just what I mean. Whether you live or die at this point is up to you. But before you decide I can show you want will happen both ways. As for your imagination, you actually think this is just your imagination.” “What’s there to decide let me out of here. I’ve got a life to live and yes you’re just a figment of my imagination.” “One I’m not “just a figment of your imagination.” And two, don’t you want to know what will happen? To know if you want to suffer the pain that you’ll endure in your life if you decide to live. Because if you decide to die now then you could avoid all the pain and suffering that’s in your future.” “No, I don’t want to know my future.” Snapped Kat “I want to go back and live my life, suffer the pain, celebrate life, and be with MY family. I’m not a fucking coward like you were!” “Our family, Katelynn. Our family.” “MY family. You abandoned my Dad after he tried his best to protect you. I mean he took beatings for you. He even killed to protect you. He had to fight by himself, because you had chickened out, to get sole custody of me when I was young. NOW LET GO OF ME!” “Very well, your Dad was just as stubborn.” Kat saw a bright light coming from the entry door and raced toward it. She entered the light and she was back. Her heart started beating again. For four minutes, Kat had been dead. To say Emily was relieved would be an understatement. She had almost lost her daughter. Emily and her team kept working frantically to keep Kat stable; for an hour later Kat flat-lined again. “Ah shit, you again?” “Well, hello to you too, Katelynn.” “It’s Kat. Why don’t we just skip the bull and let me go back now?” “Nope, there’s some other people here that you need to meet.” And Susie then pointed behind her. Kat looked and an older couple walked up and stood beside Susie. Kat was confused for a second then she figured out who the couple was. It wasn’t too hard being that her Dad had finally started putting out some pictures from his childhood and the fact that the man looked very similar to her Dad. “Grandma? Grandpa?” Kat asked. “Yes. Hello Kat. We wish that we could be meeting up better circumstances.” “That’s ok. I was just leaving. I hope that I don’t have to see any of you for a long time yet.” “Now hold on Kat” said her grandpa “Who said that you could leave yet?” “I did” growled Kat “Now where’s that damn door?” Kat looked and the door that she went out was gone now. “Hey whiskey tango foxtrot. What’s going on here?” “It’s simple Kat, you can’t leave” stated Susie. “Fuck you! I’m going to leave whether you like it or not and go back home” snapped Kat. With that she seized ahold of a chair and with all her might threw it out a window. She then jumped into the light coming through the broken window. Once again Kat’s heart started to beat and Emily was close to exhaustion. Twice now she had saved her daughter from dying. Not only that but Emily was coming up on being awake for 24 hours. At least now it was looking like Kat was out of the woods. Her vital signs were now stable and the worst of the damage had been either repaired or had been stabilized so that specialist could go back in later and fix things once Kat had recovered some. Finally, after six hours, Emily was finished. Kat was alive and stable but still critical. She would be able to rest and once she was strong enough, she would have more surgery to work on her back so that she wouldn’t be paralyzed. There was just one more thing for Emily to do. She had been told that Mark had been able to get an earlier flight and was in the waiting room with Brandon and his parents. Emily walked out into the room with Kat’s blood all over her, but she wore a tired smile. When Mark seen her, he broke down in tears and raced to hug Emily. Her smile had told him all that he needed to know. His only daughter, the girl that had given him the strength to keep from committing suicide for the last fifteen years and was responsible for him and Emily getting together was alive. At that moment he didn’t care about the details. Brandon also ran over and hugged Emily. “How bad is she Emily?” asked Brandon “She’s going to be in the hospital for a while. She will have to have a specialist operate on her spine to keep her from becoming paralyzed. She’s also going to need a lot of physical therapy, especially for her arm and back, but she hopefully will be good as new in about six months.” “Thank God” whispered Brandon as he began to pray again. Mark whispered to Emily, “He’s been praying since before I came in. I know his parents were concerned that if Kat didn’t make it that he would take his own life.” “Mark honey, Kat did die. Twice for a total of almost seven minutes. Thankfully she’s a very tough and stubborn young lady.” “And thankfully she had the best surgeon in the world to operate on her.” Emily blushed crimson hearing that. She loved Mark dearly and she also loved Kat. They were so much more than a family to her. They had given her a reason to start living again, not just surviving as she had been. She was now almost ready to fall asleep standing up for the adrenaline that had been keeping her going was wearing off. Mark gently picked her up and carried her out to his truck with help from Brandon’s dad. Emily was asleep before Mark had taken two steps. Brandon was determined to stick around until Kat woke up despite his mom trying to talk him out of it. Eventually his mom gave in and went home. Chapter 6 It was three days before Kat would wake up. As he had promised, Brandon had stayed by her side the entire time. Mark and Emily would have but they both had to work and they had to take care of the farm. Mark did stop by every day on his way home from work and Emily stopped in when she wasn’t working on the farm or in the hospital. Once Kat woke up, Cindy stopped by with her kids and this made Kat light up. She adored those two kids. Kat of course was deeply touched by Brandon’s devotion to her and realized that she was falling madly in love with him. It took till Emily and Mark came in for Kat to learn that all three of her friends, that were in the car with her, had died while the drunk that hit them was able to walk away without a scratch. Kat was able to give an extremely detailed account of what happened to the cops and from them she learned that the drunk would most likely be in prison for the rest of his life for he had a number of DUIs on his record and now he had killed three teens. About a week after the accident and Kat went back into surgery. This time Emily was just an observer. This was something that was usually frowned on but she had used her position and called a favor that the performing surgeon owed her to get herself into the operating room. The surgery started out going really well, but then Kat had a bad reaction to one of the medications and she flatlined again. All Emily could do was to stand there in absolute terror, her daughter was dying for a third time and this time she couldn’t do anything about it. “Seriously Susie we have to quit meeting like this.” Kat said realizing where she was. “Don’t worry you’ll be sent back to your meat bag soon, but first you WILL sit down and listen to what we have to tell you.” Kat noticed that there was three other people in the room now. Her grandparents and a very handsome black man in a marine uniform. “Whatever you say, Susie.” Said Kat dryly as she sat down. “But first a question, who’s the super-hot guy?” Susie smiled “I’ll get there, no need to get your panties in a bunch.” The other three people just smiled. “Hold on here Susie, if you’re going to try and tell me my future again, I still don’t want to know. I want to be able to live my life to the fullest and not knowing what’s going to happen next will encourage me to live every day like it’s my last.” The four dead people in the room smiled. “That’s a very good attitude to have my dear.” Said the Marine. “Now I suppose that I should stop being rude and introduce myself. I’m Major Dewayne Richardson, and I was Emily’s first fiancé.” Kat took a step back and paled a bit. He then told Kat how he and Emily met and got together. He also told her of his death. “Wow, no wonder why Emily was so traumatized by your death.” Dewayne nodded. “I’m so glad that you two became friends, you protected her, and you got her together with your Dad; Katelynn. Emily wouldn’t have survived another suicide attempt, and you were right when you told her your dad’s story that day. My death’s anniversary was coming up and she was fated to succeed in killing herself. In fact, she was planning on killing herself that evening. For saving her life I can only say thank you and if you ever need help or advice all you have to do is think of me and I’ll be there.” Susie then spoke up, “I’ve got the same deal with Emily. Now Kat, I have something very important to tell you so be quiet and listen carefully. The foster parents that took your Dad and I in were actually our aunt and uncle. That’s right, our aunt and uncle beat us regularly, forced your Dad to rape and impregnate me, and then sold the videos of us to other perverts. That also means that your Dad killed the last of our family on your grandfather’s side to protect me. Problem was that some of our aunt’s siblings started hunting me for revenge. Your dad caught and killed them too when they attacked me. Yep, your Dad has killed five people to protect me. After this, we were split up by the state and I was so traumatized that I was having nightmares every single night. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m truly sorry that I wasn’t there for your Dad, in person, but I was always by his side in spirit. Tell your Mom and Dad what we have told you and this will prove that this isn’t just your imagination. We just ask you to choose the moment very carefully.” Kat was speechless, she knew her Dad hadn’t told her everything but never in a million years did she imagine that his past was this bad. Kat collapsed and started crying. She didn’t even know how long that she cried. Her grandparents came up and sat down next to her to comfort her. For this Kat was extremely grateful for she was overwhelmed by all the information, that she had learned about her Mom and Dad. Once Kat finally finished crying Dewayne came up to her: “Sweetie it’s time for you to return to the land of the living.” “Can I at least say good bye to all of you?” “Of course.” Kat went around, gave everyone hugs and apologized to Susie for how she had treated her. Susie just brushed it off for she was not only use to Kat’s temper for it was just like her Dad’s, but also knew just how much stress Kat had been under. Finally, there was a bright light and Kat stepped into it. Back in the OR Kat’s heart started beating once again and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Emily was so stressed that she had gotten sick and had to leave. Eventually the surgeon finished his work on Kat’s back. She would be able to walk and possibly run, eventually. He went out to give the news to Mark, Emily, and Brandon. When Kat woke up, she was very nervous. Not about herself for she could now feel and wiggle her toes again but about the information that she had learned about the Mom and Dad. It was almost a week later when she finally made her decision. That evening when her Mom and Dad came in to see her, she would tell them. When they came in that evening, Kat was much calmer then she had been since her last surgery. “Kat, are you ok?” asked Emi. “Yep, I finally made the decision today that I’ve been wrestling with for the last week. Mom, Dad we really need to talk, please.” Mark and Emily nodded, sat down, and waited for Kat to continue. They didn’t want to rush her. “During the time that my heart stopped I met some people. Mom, I met Dewayne. Dad, I met your Mom, Dad, and sister.” Emily’s face went pale, she hadn’t heard Dewayne’s name in years and hadn’t spoken it since he had died. Mark seen Emi’s change, but waited for Kat to continue. “Mom; Dewayne told me of how you two met and how he died. Dad; Susie told me of your first foster parents were actually your aunt and uncle and how you continued to protect her after you had killed them.” Mark’s face now matched Emily’s. They knew that it was time to tell each other all their dark secrets. Emily wasn’t really surprised that Mark had killed three more people to protect his sister, and Mark wasn’t surprised with the revelation of Emily’s first fiancé. They were all surprised at how well they reacted to each other’s secrets and all three were relieved that they didn’t have to hide their secrets from each other. Finally, it was Christmas morning. Emily, Mark, and Brandon came to the hospital with all the presents that would have been opened that morning at Kat’s house, plus Brandon brought the gifts that he had gotten her that he planned to give her when she came over to his house. They all helped Kat open her gifts on account of the fact that she couldn’t use her left arm at the moment. Most of the presents were clothes or gift cards while Brandon had gotten Kat a very nice necklace that held a sapphire that just happened to match Kat’s eyes. The best gift of the morning though was given by Emily. After all the other gifts had been opened, she stood up and went to close the door. Turning around to a confused crowd she said: “Mark, Kat this last gift is for you two.” Emily took off the jacket that she had been wearing and lifted her shirt to reveal a ribbon tied into a bow around her belly. Mark and Kat’s eyes lit up after a second. “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE PREGNET?” they asked in unison. Emily just nodded. Mark was on his feet in a millisecond and was hugging Emily. Emily then moved over so that she could hug Kat. She also gave Brandon a hug as well. “Congrats y’all” said Brandon “Mom, how long have you known? I’m assuming that’s the news that I had to survive to hear.” “Yes, that’s the news. I’ve suspected since mid-November and I confirmed it with my ob-gyn just after your second surgery. I figured that it was so close to Christmas that the announcement would make the prefect Christmas gift. I’m just so glad that you’re here to hear it, Katelynn.” Pandemonium reigned supreme for almost an hour. Kat and Emily were talking nonstop. As they were winding down, Cindy came in with the kids. Emily then told them and the pandemonium picked right back up again. After another almost two hours things were finally calming down. Mark and Brandon hadn’t been able to get more than a dozen words in during the previous three hours, but neither could have been happier. Chapter 7 Over the following months, Kat mostly recovered ahead of schedule. Brandon and her got closer and Emily took Kat to get her on birth control. Emily kept up on her appointments and Mark and her decided that they wanted to be surprised with their child’s gender. This of course drove Kat nuts but her parents wouldn’t budge. Emily continued to work at the hospital and on the farm, at least as much as her bun in the oven would allow her to. Mark supported this for he knew that it would help keep Emily and the kid healthy. When Kat got home from the hospital, she and Emily started remodeling one of the spare bedrooms for the kid. The three of them went to Emily’s first ultrasound and the results of threw all their plans out the window. For the ultrasound showed triplets. At this Mark fainted, and the girls were slack jawed. Emily had no family history of multiple births that she knew of. When they got home it was obvious that they would have to do a major rethink. It was Kat that came up with the solution. She could move her bedroom down to the basement so each of the triplets could have their own room within earshot of Emily and Mark. So, the next weekend the three of them started working on the basement. Kat was able to design her new room, bathroom, and walk-in closet. During this time another change in the family happened, Kat got her driver’s license much to Mark’s relief and dread. Granted now he didn’t need to chauffer her around, but now she could also sneak off on her own. At seven months Emily got the depressing news that she had been expecting and dreading; no more vaginal intercourse until after the kids were born. Mark took this in stride through, after all what’s a few months without intercourse when three new lives would be brought into the world. After talking about it, Mark and Emily decided that Mark should get a vasectomy before the kids were born so that when Emily was physically ready to get laid again all the little swimmers would be out of Mark’s cum. Emily of course would make sure that Mark had every last swimmer out of his cum. Just because Emily couldn’t have use of her vagina at the moment didn’t mean that she couldn’t keep his cock in shape with other parts of her anatomy. Plus, side was that Emily had amazing cock-cucking skills. After all Mark had just wanted one kid while Emily had wanted two, now they were having three. Two and a half months later the four of them were getting ready to go early morning fishing. By this time Kat and Brandon were inseparable and he liked to go fishing with Kat and her family. Emily had problems getting comfortable in her seat when she felt like she had peed herself (she was wearing her bikini bottom and one of Mark’s t-shirts for it was forecasted to be a hot day and she might want to go for a dip). Looking down, she knew what happened, her water had broken. The other three had just came out of the house with the food for the day. “Hey guys, we got a problem.” “What’s that, Mrs. Schneider?” This was what Brandon always called her and after battling him, Emily gave up and let him call her that. “I don’t how to tell you this but my water just broke.” Mark just smiled, “Kat can you help me get the boat unhooked and back in the barn please?” “What’s this Dad, you’re not going to go into a panic like other dads?” “Why panic kiddo, Emily’s going to probably be in labor a while before she gives birth and it won’t take but a couple of minutes to get the boat put away. After all, who knows what time we’ll get home. Speaking of that, do you want to ride with us or drive yourself?” “Um...” looking at Brandon “We’ll ride with you. After all I can bring your truck back home.” “Well then let’s get going then.” Mark and Kat got the boat put back and then they all went to the hospital. Mark made sure to drive carefully for it was four in the morning and there was plenty of deer around. This was defiantly not the time to hit a deer. Driving to the hospital, Emily called Cindy to tell her what was going on for Cindy had given Emily very strict orders to call her when she went into labor; no matter what time it was. Of the four in the truck, Brandon actually was the most nervous. “To see you like that honey, you would think that I was the one that was about to give birth” teased Kat. “Shut up Kat, I’ve never closely known anyone who gave birth, plus I don’t have your nerves of steel.” “Well Dad’s not as nervous as you are.” Kat couldn’t stop herself. “Ya, well he’s been through this before and his nerves I think, are harder than yours. Can you please stop teasing me? I’m nervous enough as it is.” Arriving at the hospital, Mark dropped Brandon and the girls off at the entrance and went to park the truck. Once he got in, he found Brandon in the waiting room. “I’m not family so they wouldn’t let me in.” “Come on Brandon, I’ll get you in and make sure to call your parents as well.” With that Mark took Brandon and true to his word got him past the nurses and into Emily’s room. Emily didn’t mind the fact that Brandon would see her private parts. For one she was a doctor after all. Two she knew that Brandon and Kat were sleeping together, Mark knew too for that matter. And the third reason the whole experience would be good for Brandon and Kat to see the entire birthing process. So, Emily put her foot down when a nurse tried to make Kat and Brandon leave. The nurse might have been new but she had heard all about Emily, Mark, and Kat and knew the last thing she wanted to do was to piss them off. Plus, anyone with half a brain knows that it’s never a good thing to argue with a pregnant woman. The entire experience was a real eye opener to not only Brandon, but Kat as well. Having theoretical knowledge and having firsthand knowledge are two completely different things. They were both surprised by the amount of pain that Emily was going through. Twelve hours later it was over. Emily had given birth to two boys and a girl. All three were born with blond hair that was shaded red and weighed six pounds six ounces apiece. The girl was named Gretchen and the boys were named David and Mason. Kat, Brandon, and Mark went home after they met the triplets. They were tired and being Sunday Kat and Brandon had school, in the morning, but Mark called off work so he could go back to with his wife. After they got home Kat and Brandon left to go back to his house for the night. They usually alternated between the two houses so that they got to spend time with both families. Granted Kat could easily afford to buy her own house, she still stayed with her mom and dad. One was she wasn’t old enough to buy a house, two was she didn’t know where she would end up working, and three she didn’t really know yet what all she wanted in a house. Four, she wasn’t ready to tell Brandon that she was loaded. Kat wanted Brandon to love her for her not her money. When Mark got back to the hospital the next morning, Emily was already up and was moving around slowly. She had just got done nursing the kids and she had to go bathroom. She was tired but happy. Soon she would be able to move around again and with three kids to take care of she would need to be able to move around too. “Morning Mark. Good news, I should be able to go home later today after the doctor checks up on me and the kids get their shots. All three would have all their vaccines. Emily had been to a third world country and had seen the damage that not having vaccines could do first hand. She wouldn’t risk that with her kids and she knew that Mark felt the same way. “Hey, cool. You know honey it really sucked not having you in bed with me last night. I think that was this first night that I spend completely alone in the house in almost ten years.” “Aww” Emily said as she gave Mark a quick kiss and went into the bathroom. Mark stopped at the kids’ beds and said good morning to them. He then settled down in a chair and opened his laptop to work on his stock trading. That evening Emily and the kids were released to go home, and Brandon and Kat were waiting for them with dinner almost cooked and the table already set. Emily and Mark took the kids back and laid them down in their cribs. There would be no co-sleeping in this house. The kids would get use to their own beds right off the bat. Emily went to carefully take a shower with Mark’s help before dinner. She was grimy and smelly and wanted to feel better before eating. Kat and Brandon had cooked an Italian meal together. When they first met, Brandon had trouble boiling water and now with Kat’s encouragement and teaching, he was helping her fix a fancy Italian dinner. He was even starting to think of making cooking his career. His parents never did much cooking and when Kat spent time at his house, she did the cooking so that she wouldn’t have to eat out all the time. Dinner was excellent as always. Living on a farm and growing almost all their own food definitely helped with the quality of food. After dinner, Mark worked on cleaning up for one of his newest bosses was complaining and soon all three would be going at it. Kat and Emily took care of the kids. Kat took care of the bottle, while Emily gave the other two a tit each to suck at. She would rotate between the kids so that they all got breast milk and formula. As time went on Brandon pretty much moved in with Kat. He and his parents were starting to fight because while he wanted to be a chef and open his own restaurant, they wanted him to go to college and become a lawyer like them. Kat had done nothing but encourage him to make his own path. Mark and Emily didn’t mind having Brandon in the house as long as he helped out on the farm and treated Kat with the upmost respect. Emily decided to take six months off work to take care of the kids. She and Mark had their first serious argument over how they would care for the kids. Since Emily had a serious education, which Mark didn’t, and she was saving people’s lives every day; he insisted that she be the one to go to work and he would stay home with the kids and work the farm. While Emily wanted to be a full-time mom and let Mark be the man of the house and earn the money. Eventually Emily relented, after all she was the one with a college education and the safer occupation. She also made a difference in people’s lives every day, something which Mark pointed out and when Kat weighed in on Mark’s side, well that settled things. Plus, there was a few jobs on the farm which Emily wasn’t strong enough to do by herself and she knew it. One more thing for them to consider was that Kat would be leaving in a couple of years to go to college. One day when Mark got home, the house was dead quiet. This was something that he wasn’t use to. Normally the house was full of the sounds of life and personally he liked it like that. He walked into the living room and his jaw hit the floor. Standing there was his wife wearing a white teddy that he had never seen before, and with her hair done up. Usually she kept her hair straight and down, but today, at Kat’s suggestion, she had put a wave in it and wore it up. Under the teddy, Mark could just make out the white G-string that Emily was wearing. This was also odd for her for she usually wore either boy shorts or cotton bikini cut briefs. “See anything you like?” asked Emily in her rarely used sultry voice. In addition, she also added just a touch of an Irish accent. This absolutely drove Mark crazy with lust; for Emily had discovered long ago that Mark had a thing for her Irish accent. He just stood there dazed and his eyes were wide for he was making sure that he took everything in and committed it to long term memory. Emily started walking toward him making sure that her hips swayed a bit. Mark still hadn’t said anything, his mind still wasn’t working; after all it’s hard for a guy’s mind to work went all his blood is being diverted south. Emily had also started prancing around the room making sure to give Mark a view of her from every direction. Eventually Emily got to him and she started running her hands over Mark’s chest and stomach. She could see that Mark was hard and could guess at why he hadn’t said anything yet. Emily loved this for she had all the power and could do anything that she wanted. Right now, all she wanted was to get her brains fucked out by her personal stud. “Don’t worry about the kids darling, Kat and Brandon are watching them over at his house. His parents are out of town this week.” Mark was still quiet but Emily could almost feel his eyes tracing every curve of her body and she could feel the increase of heat coming off of Mark’s body. “Why don’t you get a quick shower and then show me who owns me?” Emily softly whispered in his ear while knowing what this would do. Just as she predicted, Mark snapped back to reality. “” Show you who owns you?” I can do that without a shower, bitch” growled Mark. He picked her up and slammed her into the wall causing Emily to moan, this is just what she wanted. She felt Mark reach down to let his monster loose. Soon it was rubbing Emily’s soaking wet lips, no foreplay needed today. She went to move her G-string out of the way and Mark slapped her across the check. Looking into his eyes, Emily seen a look that she had never seen in Mark before, shear unbridled lust. Chills went through Emily, causing her nipples and clit to get even harder yet, despite the fact that she was starting to sweat a bit. Mark pretty much ripped Emily’s G-string off and she knew that nothing she did could stop him now and truth be told she didn’t want to stop him. In one massive thrust, Mark was buried completely inside her and was pounding her like a jackhammer. Within seconds, Emily was cumming buckets and moaning like she had never moaned before while Mark never once even slowed down for her. This went on for what Emily could have sworn was hours. She had so many orgasms that she lost count, something that usually didn’t happen. Eventually she was reduced to a semi-comatose pile of skin and bone that was begging Mark to cum for her. Mark however had different plans. He kept fucking her brains out, even though by this time she was shaking like a leaf in a tornado. She wanted to be owned so he was going to prove to her once and for all who “owned” her. Finally, Mark could feel his balls tighten up and the orgasm that he had, put all the other ones that he had to shame. It started in his toes and traveled all the way up to the top of his head. After blasting the inside of his wife’s hot cunt with eight massive shots of hot cum, his eyes started to roll back into his head. Slowly he fell to the floor barely able to hold onto Emily who was in no position to do anything either. Hitting the floor, they both passed out with Mark slipping out of Emily and cum flooding out of Emily and onto Mark and the floor. Twenty minutes later, Mark woke up. His leg was asleep and all his muscles were protesting. Looking at Emily, he almost laughed out loud. To say that she was a wreck was a serious understatement. Her hair was now a tangled mess, both tits were hanging out of her teddy, she had red marks on her neck, and her legs and pussy were sticky with their combined juices. As gently as he could, Mark untangled himself from her and picked her up off the floor. He carried her to their bed and laid her down so she could sleep comfortably while he went to get a shower. After his shower, Emily was still sleeping and now she had started to snore lightly. Mark smiled and throwing on a pair of shorts went out to fix them some supper. Looking at his phone, he seen that Kat had texted him, “Did you enjoy mom’s surprise?” Mark smiled and as a reply snuck back into the bedroom and took a picture of Emily lying in bed, snoring. Of course, she had a cover over her so nothing naughty was showing, but it clearing showed Emily’s messed up hair and red marks on her neck. Mark hit send, smiling to himself. The reply was quick; “OMG dad, what the fuck did you do to her?!?!” “Just that. I fucked her brains out of course.” “DAD!!! I didn’t want to know that!” “Then you shouldn’t have asked. How are the kids doing?” Kat sent back a picture of the kids all sleeping in their pack-in-play. Mark smiled wider as he saved that pic on his phone. He had a loving family and again he swore that he would never take that for granted. As Mark was putting the finishing touches on dinner, Emily came out into the kitchen walking carefully and wearing a glazed look on her face. “You, ok?” asked Mark now a bit concerned. “I just had my brains fucked out by the man I love more than life itself, what do you think?” said Emily with a tired smile. Chapter 8 Finally, it was the time that Emily had been half dreading, half looking forward to. It was time to go back to work. Three weeks before, Mark had put his two-week notice in. His boss was sad to see him leave but understood. He made it clear to Mark that if he ever wanted to come back to work, all he had to do was ask. Emily’s first day back was one of the longest in her life. Not only was she kept constantly busy, but she found that she was missing her family immensely. For the first time in her life, she wished that she wasn’t a doctor. Finally, her shift was over and Mark had dinner waiting for her when she got home. Since Emily was breast-feeding the triplets, she had with her the milk that she had pumped during the day and Mark put it in the fridge for her. After dinner, Mark helped her get undressed and get a hot, relaxing shower. After Emily got out of the shower, Mark started the laundry and they went to bed for it was one AM after all. This generally set up the pattern for Mark and Emily. Emily would go to work while Mark would not only keep the farm running but also take care of the kids with decreasing help from Kat. She and Brandon were working on making sure that their own lives would get off to a good start. Kat was accepted to MIT for engineering and Brandon was extremely supportive of her. All he wanted was for Kat to be happy in life. Brandon in the meantime had gotten a job at one of the fanciest restaurants in town and quickly impressed the head chef/owner who took him under his wing. All three kids were started crawling early and it was obvious that Gretchen was the natural leader of the three of them, while the other two seemed to have more curiosity about their surroundings. All three of the kids were also large for their age which surprised no one. For even though they had been born a bit small, they were growing quickly. On Mark and Emily’s two-year anniversary, it was time to give Cindy the paperwork for Tekla’s trust fund. Cindy and Emily had gotten even closer after she had married Mark and had kids. Often Cindy would help take care of the kids and Evan and Tekla had a blast playing with them. The following spring was a time for another great upheaval for Mark and Emily, Kat and Brandon were graduating high school. Kat had earned valedictorian and had sent an invitation to her biological mother and grandparents for her graduation and open house. Brandon had just earned a spot about midway in the class but neither he nor Kat cared. After all Brandon wasn’t going to college although he did sign up to take business classes at the local community college so that he could run his own restaurant one day. To everyone’s surprise Kat’s real mother and grandparents did actually show up and were surprisingly civil toward everyone. For Kat’s speech she talked about life’s many trials and how they could make you stronger by reminding you what was really important in life and what wasn’t. She also touched on the need for her fellow graduating students to not follow their dreams in life but to follow the money. For the vast majority of people their dreams were outside their abilities no matter what they did so it was worthless to chase after something that couldn’t happen anyway. Where if they followed the money, they could at least support themselves and their families. Kat knew that her advice was like a bucket of ice-cold water in her fellow student’s faces and that many wouldn’t take that her advice to heart. She did however. She knew that she could be a world-famous detective with her people reading skills, but knew that might attract the wrong kind of attention to her. Since she was also good with science and building things, she decided to go into robotic engineering. During Kat’s open house, she couldn’t help but to rub her mother’s face in the face that while Kat was very successful and had a loving family, her mother was still living with her parents and unable to find decent work. Her mother was rendered speechless when Kat told her that she was already getting job offers for when she graduated from MIT and that Kat wouldn’t have to have any loans because she had a full ride scholarship even though, she had secretly rejected it. This last part she didn’t tell her mother because the last thing she needed was her mother trying to extort money out of her. Brandon didn’t even know just how loaded Kat was, although he did know that she was well off. There was another reason that Kat was really happy during her open house and that had to do with the ring that she was now wearing proudly on her left hand. Before the party started, Brandon proposed to her and she gladly accepted providing that they got married before she left for school, and they would wait to have kids until after she graduated and had a job. Brandon happily accepted this and being that he was wanting to own his own restaurant he didn’t care where Kat’s job search took her. Before the party had even started, Brandon and Kat had settled on a date and would start inviting their family during their open house. Kat and Brandon’s wedding went off without a hitch that August, at the farm, with Evan playing the role of best man while Tekla was the maid of honor. Gretchen was a flower girl while David and Mason split the role of ring bearer. All of Kat’s and Brandon’s friends and family showed up. Even her real mother and grandparents. Her mother had even begged Kat to forgive her for all the things that she had done to Kat over the years. “I forgave you a long time ago mother.” “Thank you, Katelynn,” “After all, if you hadn’t been such a bitch then I would have never known what it was like to be part of a loving family. I now have three adorable siblings, real mom and dad who love me more than life itself, and now a husband who loves and supports me in everything I do just like I do for him.” Kat’s mother just cried hearing this for she knew that everything Kat said was true. Emily cried more that day then she had ever cried before for not only was her daughter getting married, but also her best friend, her mentor in some ways, the biggest reason that Emily and Mark had gotten together in the first place, and quite possibly the only reason that Emily was still alive. For when Kat and Emily first talked about Mark, Emily was really close to committing suicide and was actually planning to do it that evening. This time she doubted that once she started, anything could have stopped it. Instead, Emily was now a mother to three adorable children and a step mom to another. She had a loving husband and a large group of friends. Emily was also part of the inspiration for Evan to start studying to be a pediatrician. Helping to take care of Emily’s kids, Evan found that he rather liked children and the best way he could think to do a job that involved kids was to be a pediatrician. Kat graduated three years later with her bachelors in robotic engineering and an associate in business management. She started her own business designing and building custom robots for industry. Brandon started his own restaurant while Kat was in college and it quickly became the hardest reservation to get in town. He did always keep one table available for close friends and family. Kat had helped him financially get his business off the ground and within a year Brandon had returned her money to her with interest. This was something that Brandon had insisted on, because he was determined to never take advantage of his wife. Kat’s business took off even faster, after all Brandon had a number of her robots working in his restaurant. Together they had two children, Charles and Mikayla, and were very happy together. Evan also graduated at the head of his class and was dumb founded when he found out about his trust fund. After all he had a full ride to Harvard Med School. After some considering he turned down the full ride telling them to use it for someone who can’t afford school, he was going to pay his own way through. After eight years he graduated at the head of his class again. He quickly got married, but when she was seven months pregnant, she was killed in a car crash. Evan was devastated. He quit his job and moved back home. Having been through something like this herself, Emily helped pull Evan back from the brink and helped him get in the same hospital that she was in. Tekla also went into the medical field. However, she became a dentist, because she didn’t want to have to make the life-or-death choices that Emily or Evan had to make on an almost daily basis. She ended up marrying her college roommate, Diana. They adopted two siblings whose parents had died in a car crash and Mark helped to teach to boy how to be a man. The triplets however would make the biggest mark on the world. The three of them founded a green energy company that could cheaply and quickly make bio-petroleum from simple algae. Not only that but they also had massive investments in nuclear energy as well, concentrating on molten salt breeder reactors. Gretchen was the company’s CEO and Mason and David shared the R&D role. The company quickly became one of the richest in the world and the bane of diehard environmentalist everywhere, for there was now no need to electrify the world’s economy or pave the landscape with solar panels. Their process actually removed far more carbon, from the atmosphere, then was put in by burning the oil produced. The extra carbon was used to make carbon nanotubes and graphene sheets. After the company had really taken off, Evan came back home and everyone had been devastated by his loss. None more than Gretchen, for she had harbored a secret crush on him for years and seeing him hurt that bad almost killed her. After Evan had returned from losing his wife and unborn child, Gretchen and him started dating and two years later were married. They would have one child after Gretchen mis-carried their first. After their child was born, they found out that Gretchen would be incapable of having any more children, but they were still happy. David would marry as well. His wife was a six-foot bombshell with piercing blue eyes, a wicked sense of humor, and a PhD in bio-chemistry. They would have four kids before calling it quits. Mason meanwhile, the black sheep of the group, would never marry and almost never dated. Emily and Mark continued to live in the same farmhouse that they always had. When Brandon started his restaurant, he sourced everything he could from Mark and Emily’s farm. Emily would finally quit her trauma surgeon job when the triplets started school. The desire to be around and watch her children grow up was just too great. Instead, she got a teaching jig at the local university, teaching anatomy to want-a-be med students. She quickly developed a reputation for making students throw up during class because she was so graphic with her teaching. Her theory was that if you can’t take it in the classroom then you won’t be any good in the field. Mark stayed at home and worked on the farm. Using some of Kat’s robots and experimenting with various farming techniques, he was able to turn huge profits on the farm. He almost never needed chemicals of any kind, only using them as a last resort. Many other farmers would tour the farm to look at what he was doing. Many universities would also come to observe. Everyone was deeply impressed, not only with his innovative techniques but also with Kat’s robots. Emily and Mark never did retire from the farm. They would continue to love each other through their entire lives and showed that love to each other almost every day. Finally, when they got to eighty-five, Mark got really sick. The sicker that he got the worse that Emily got as well. The day after their wedding anniversary, they said goodbye and died together, in their bed surrounded by all the people that loved them. The farm went to the triplet’s company who kept up the innovation that Mark had started.

Beauty is that you are to me, Deeper than the deepest sea, But what beauty cannot explain, Is the hurt that gives me pain, Then burns like fiery rain, And as i look at you i know you are, Beauty itself , as if beauty lies in one's, self. Still beauty is a curse that will, Never diverse and like a lighting bolt ,puts a chill in ones soul then freezes ones mind for eternity and all time, This was a poem i wrote about a girl i knew in 4 grade then i got transferred to another school and when i got to high school as I'm still in, met her again and was afraid to give it to her so i snuk it in her locker she never knowing who it wad from i miss her because i moved once again

.It was Saturday The last day of June when about to slip into bed surprisingly noticing that my window was open i slowly walked over to the lattice and closed the window i climbed into my soft bed drifting away to sleep the next morning i woke up with two girls, asking myself if i was dreaming and to my surprise my zipper was down and my cock was out. i got out of bed immediately asking what the fuck was going on the girl's laughed and giggled and broke of a whisper we want you i thought about trying to escape from the mysterious two but then thought to myself i was going to get laid now or never. i then quickly asked the girls what did they want from me,their response, you we want you. one of the girls took my soft cock,lifted it and putting it in her mouth then slowly sliding her tongue up and down until my soft cock was erect and rock hard. i then turned the tables by getting up saying to the other girl take of your shirt with a violent voice and the girl not refusing took off her shirt but did not give me a chance to do anything she pushed me on the bed and began to sit ontop of me slowly pulling down her black leather panties and messaging my face with the lips of her pussy then yelling in erotica lick ,lick!! But instead of lick i blew lightly into her cunt until the slightest sign of pleasure from the women then sticking my tongue in and out and up and down until felt her legs shake and then bite into it as if it were a raw peace of chicken, the girls now handed me an envelope and got dressed then quickly opened my window and jump out giving me no idea of who they were and then leaving, as they drifted away into the mist of dawn disappearing i opened the envelope it contained 5 words School ,Monday,Gym after lunch (end of part 1) ;part two; I spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday thinking about the girls and what would happen at school on Monday. Being Monday i was frustrated confused at excited all at the same moment i got out of my bed and put my best clothes on. Looking my best i walked out my room and into the kitchen seeing my mother cooking breakfast she immediately noticed that i was overly dressed and politely and curiously asked me if i was meeting someone at school i quickly nodded in left to right motion saying no! I got to my bus stop and onto the bus when i finally arrived at school and out of the bus it was 8:55 just 10 minutes before school was to start so i went into the court yard where i stood and talked to my friends before class started i told them about what had happened days before they were in shock and disbelief saying that would never happen and thinking i was lying but not taking notice by their reactions i Walked into the east hall building as the bell rang. I walked into my first blow which was Mr. Isumu who was japanese. I then took a seat next to a girl that wore chains wore black pants and shirt with her hair braided and dyed red taking notice at her beauty when the teacher anounced there will be two member joining our class as you could as guessed them they were introduced as trisha and britany and sat beside me smiling and looking inicent i began talking to them and started asking how old they were trisha 14 and britany 17 the same age as me, Jason!! I except your not talking over there Mr. Imasu said in a high voice. So here are the plans for today in history you'll be paring up in groups of five to be writing and acting out a play about the glorys and wonders of Greece. I asked them if they wanted to be in my grouo along with the goth with the red hair. They accepted and luckly there were only 24 students in the class because my best friend got expeled because of a fight he gpt involved in and pushing the kid out the window on the second floor but back to the story. I then started asking them questions about saturday and they kept acting like they didn't know what i was talking about but i knew they did and then one stated that we had better get to work on our play we all decided that we would do a play on what marriages were like in those times and halfway through the bell rang it was 11:10 time for lunch i met up with the girlss still wanting to know what made them sneak in my bedroom and have breif sex teasing with me still denying until i spoke of the gym they stared at me laughing took my hand and rushed me to the gym, where kids spent detention during lunch wacthed by an inministrader, very luckuly no one had adrived yet so we snuk be hind some rolled up mats and pushed them as far as we could without anyone taking notice. Trish then sat on top of me saying so did you call the police and tell them a little girl raped you of course not i replied and then britany began to kiss me on the lips hard without giving any warning as trish pulled my pants down and my troshers looking in wow at my cocl at was resonably big for my age 7''.5 was thr size. She asked me how did i want it and i quickly said without knowing it depends on how your gonna give it to me. ;end part two; If you like what you read so far send comments if you want the next 12 parts

.It was Saturday The last day of June when about to slip into bed surprisingly noticing that my window was open i slowly walked over to the lattice and closed the window i climbed into my soft bed drifting away to sleep the next morning i woke up with two girls, asking myself if i was dreaming and to my surprise my zipper was down and my cock was out. i got out of bed immediately asking what the fuck was going on the girl's laughed and giggled and broke of a whisper we want you i thought about trying to escape from the mysterious two but then thought to myself i was going to get laid now or never. i then quickly asked the girls what did they want from me,their response, you we want you. one of the girls took my soft cock,lifted it and putting it in her mouth then slowly sliding her tongue up and down until my soft cock was erect and rock hard. i then turned the tables by getting up saying to the other girl take of your shirt with a violent voice and the girl not refusing took off her shirt but did not give me a chance to do anything she pushed me on the bed and began to sit ontop of me slowly pulling down her black leather panties and messaging my face with the lips of her pussy then yelling in erotica lick ,lick!! But instead of lick i blew lightly into her cunt until the slightest sign of pleasure from the women then sticking my tongue in and out and up and down until felt her legs shake and then bite into it as if it were a raw peace of chicken, the girls now handed me an envelope and got dressed then quickly opened my window and jump out giving me no idea of who they were and then leaving, as they drifted away into the mist of dawn disappearing i opened the envelope it contained 5 words School ,Monday,Gym after lunch (end of part 1) ;part two; I spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday thinking about the girls and what would happen at school on Monday. Being Monday i was frustrated confused at excited all at the same moment i got out of my bed and put my best clothes on. Looking my best i walked out my room and into the kitchen seeing my mother cooking breakfast she immediately noticed that i was overly dressed and politely and curiously asked me if i was meeting someone at school i quickly nodded in left to right motion saying no! I got to my bus stop and onto the bus when i finally arrived at school and out of the bus it was 8:55 just 10 minutes before school was to start so i went into the court yard where i stood and talked to my friends before class started i told them about what had happened days before they were in shock and disbelief saying that would never happen and thinking i was lying but not taking notice by their reactions i Walked into the east hall building as the bell rang. I walked into my first blow which was Mr. Isumu who was japanese. I then took a seat next to a girl that wore chains wore black pants and shirt with her hair braided and dyed red taking notice at her beauty when the teacher anounced there will be two member joining our class as you could as guessed them they were introduced as trisha and britany and sat beside me smiling and looking inicent i began talking to them and started asking how old they were trisha 14 and britany 17 the same age as me, Jason!! I except your not talking over there Mr. Imasu said in a high voice. So here are the plans for today in history you'll be paring up in groups of five to be writing and acting out a play about the glorys and wonders of Greece. I asked them if they wanted to be in my grouo along with the goth with the red hair. They accepted and luckly there were only 24 students in the class because my best friend got expeled because of a fight he gpt involved in and pushing the kid out the window on the second floor but back to the story. I then started asking them questions about saturday and they kept acting like they didn't know what i was talking about but i knew they did and then one stated that we had better get to work on our play we all decided that we would do a play on what marriages were like in those times and halfway through the bell rang it was 11:10 time for lunch i met up with the girlss still wanting to know what made them sneak in my bedroom and have breif sex teasing with me still denying until i spoke of the gym they stared at me laughing took my hand and rushed me to the gym, where kids spent detention during lunch wacthed by an inministrader, very luckuly no one had adrived yet so we snuk be hind some rolled up mats and pushed them as far as we could without anyone taking notice. Trish then sat on top of me saying so did you call the police and tell them a little girl raped you of course not i replied and then britany began to kiss me on the lips hard without giving any warning as trish pulled my pants down and my troshers looking in wow at my cocl at was resonably big for my age 7''.5 was thr size. She asked me how did i want it and i quickly said without knowing it depends on how your gonna give it to me. ;end part two; If you like what you read so far send comments if you want the next 12 parts

The following story is essentially true. The events happened pretty much as described, though I have embellished some of the details – after all, this occurred when I was 6 years old, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened. Names have been changed where needed. My father was in the Navy, and this story takes place in on-base housing at a large naval training base. My mother had also previously been in the Navy, but had gotten out to get married and raise a family. They had three boys; I was the oldest, with my next younger brother about three years younger than I was, and the youngest just over four years younger. My mother’s best friend was Jane, another Navy wife who lived just around the corner from us. I don’t recall ever seeing Jane’s husband around, and I can only figure he was out to sea when this occurred. Jane had two daughters, Elizabeth, who was five and a playmate of mine, and another who was maybe a year old or so. One night, I had inadvertently walked in on my mother as she was naked in the bathroom, and gotten a good view of her breasts and pubic area. I noticed her pussy (though I didn’t know it by that term then) was very hairy, and that there was no trace of a wiener. When I asked my mother about it, she just brushed it off and covered her lower body with a towel, then went on as though nothing had happened. I was still very curious about it, though. There were quite a few other kids in the housing area close by, of all ages, so there was generally no shortage of playmates. One day, however, Elizabeth and I ended up alone, shortly after the episode with my mother, and while I was still wondering about the difference in equipment. The housing we lived in was all two story duplexes, with basements and carports, and behind each unit there was a concrete stairwell going down to the basement. I invited Elizabeth down into the stairwell of our house, and she came along gladly. Once there, I asked if she had ever seen a boy naked, and she said no, and I told her I would show her mine if she would show me hers. Elizabeth gladly went along, and we were soon both stripped completely naked and checking each other out. I noticed right off that, not only did she not have a wiener, she also didn’t have any hair ‘down there’, and her titties were, of course, completely undeveloped. I got as close as I could for a good look at her hairless pussy, and asked if I could touch it, and she agreed. I reached out and played with her a bit, running my finger up and down her slit, and asked her how she peed. I told her I stood up and aimed my wiener at the toilet and peed that way, and she told me she had to sit or squat to pee. Elizabeth asked if she could touch my wiener, which was, actually, pretty hard by then. I let her touch it, and it felt so good when she did, I encouraged her to keep touching it. She got down so she could get a better look at it, as I had done when I examined her pussy, and touched and felt around my little wiener and my balls, marveling as I had at the differences between us. Suddenly we heard her mother above us, completely shocked, saying, “Oh, my God!” She had been looking for Elizabeth in the open area behind the duplexes, but neither of us had heard her calling. She had found us, and looked into the stairwell just in time to see her daughter kneeling in front of me, with my wiener in her hand. Jane got us both dressed and took us to see my mother, where she explained what she had seen. My mother was also shocked, and I got a good lecture out of it once Jane and Elizabeth had gone home. I was full of questions about the differences between Elizabeth and me, and my mother, and I did manage to get a few answers – girls never did grow wieners, their breasts grew in later as they grew up, body hair also came later, things like that, but no real explanation very much beyond that. A few weeks later, I was in school, and my mother and father were having marital problems (though I didn’t know that at the time). My mother decided to take my two younger brothers to visit her parents for a couple of weeks, but she didn’t want to take me because I was in school and she didn’t want me to miss any. My dad worked nights, so leaving me alone with him wasn’t going to work. My mother asked Jane if she could take care of me for a couple of weeks, and she agreed. Jane had apparently gotten over what happened between her daughter and me, and accepted that it was simply part of young kids growing up. The first night I was there, she gave both her daughters and me a bath, all together in the same bathtub. Jane was right there with us, so I managed to control my urge to explore Elizabeth’s pussy any further with my fingers, but I did ask Jane some of the same questions I had asked my mother about the differences between us, and got pretty much the same answers. Jane took the youngest girl and dried her off, then left Elizabeth and me alone in the tub together while she put the younger girl to bed. Elizabeth and I took the opportunity to check each other out a bit more, once again touching and feeling each other’s privates. A few minutes later, Jane walked in on us and caught us, again, but this time, instead of being shocked, she simply chided us for being bad, and got Elizabeth out of the tub to dry her off and put her to bed. After she had dried me off, she took me to Elizabeth’s room, where I was supposed to sleep – Elizabeth had been moved into the same room as her younger sister for the duration – and tried to coax me into my pajamas. I hated pajamas, and preferred to sleep naked, even then. If my mother ever did get me to put on pajamas, I usually pulled them off before I went to sleep, so she had learned to simply just check in on me later and make sure I had some covers over me. My mother had told Jane that, though she had left a set of pajamas for me if Jane wanted to try to get me in them. Jane actually managed to get me to wear the pajamas, and tucked me into bed, but a few minutes later I got up and took the pajamas off, as usual, then went back to bed. Some time later, before she went to bed, Jane checked in on me, and sure enough, I was lying in bed naked with no covers over me. She tried to wake me up and get me back into my pajamas – I remember her waking me up - but soon realized that was a lost cause and gave up, as I almost immediately went back to sleep as soon as she had me rolled over onto my back. Shortly afterward, though, I awoke to the most pleasant feeling I had ever known, and it was centered on my wiener. I opened my eyes and looked, to see Jane with my little wiener in her mouth, gently sucking on it as she milked it with her fingers. She noticed I was awake, and quickly motioned me to keep quiet as she milked a bit more sticky fluid from the opening in my wiener. She licked it from her fingers, and asked me if I liked what she was doing. I told her yes, and she continued to suck my little wiener for a while longer, milking a bit more sticky fluid from it and moaning about how good it tasted. I asked her if I could have some, and she got some on her finger for me, and let me suck it off her fingertip. It was pretty tasteless to me, but she kept milking it from my wiener and sucking it as though she couldn’t get enough. Afterward, Jane told me I must never tell anyone what we were doing, that if I did we would never be able to do it again. It had felt so good I would have agreed to anything to have that feeling again, so I promised not to tell. She tucked the covers around me and kissed me goodnight, and left to go back to her room for the night. The next night the bath and bedtime routine was the same, except instead of taking me to Elizabeth’s room to put me to bed, Jane took me to her room and put me into her bed. She stripped naked herself, as I watched in awe, and lay beside me on the bed, facing me. She asked if I would like her to do some more of what she had done the night before, and of course I said yes. There were some things she wanted me to do for her first, she told me, and she rolled onto her back and motioned for me to come closer. She held one of her titties out to me and asked if I would like to suck it, just like I was a baby again, and I latched onto the nipple, sucking away like a baby. Her youngest daughter was still breastfeeding, so there was quite a bit of mother’s milk, and she had me go from one tit to the other, sucking as much as I could. She coached me as I went, teaching to bite just a little, so very gently, and to suck and lick the nipples and aureolas. As I did, I noticed one of her hands was gently playing with her hairy pussy, and the other was toying with my wiener. Next she asked if I would like to check out her pussy, and of course I was ready for that. I scooted down so my face was right in front of her pussy, and she let me watch as she fingered herself, at first lightly fingering the hair, then running her fingers up and down the slit, and finally parting her pussy lips and inserting a finger into her slit. She coaxed me into feeling her pussy, the lush, luxurious hair, and the now open slit, which was warm and already considerably wet. I got a bit closer to sniff it, and loved the smell of her wet pussy, and she had me put a couple of fingers inside it, and directed me how to move them around a bit to arouse her even more. When I pulled my hand back, it was wet with her pussy juice, and she encouraged me to lick it from my fingers, and I did. I thought it was better than tasting my own fluid from the night before, and decided I liked it. She asked again if I had enjoyed her licking and sucking my wiener the night before, and I said I had, and she asked if I would do the same for her. She didn’t have a wiener, of course, and asked if I would lick and kiss her pussy for her, to make her feel as good as she had made me feel. She told me it was what boys and girls who loved each other did for each other, and asked if I loved her, and I said yes. At her direction, I lowered my face to her pussy, this time until my lips were kissing her pussy lips. She had me stick my tongue out and lick up and down her slit a few times, then showed me where to direct my attention next – her clit. She had me lick around it several times, then kiss it gently, and even had me nibble at it just a bit. While I was doing so, she directed me to put the fingers of one hand into her pussy again, and told me how to move them in and out as I sucked her pussy. A few minutes later she began to moan and wriggle around a bit, and I asked if I was hurting her, and she gasped that I wasn’t and to go on with what I was doing. After she had cum and relaxed a bit, Jane made an effort to have me fuck her. She was able to get my wiener inside her pussy, and get me to thrust in and out a few times, but my young wiener was just too small to give her much satisfaction. After a few minutes, she had me lie on my back beside her, and she began to play with my wiener and balls for me. She leaned over and gave me another blowjob like she had the night before, licking her own pussy juice off me along with the sticky fluid from my own wiener. Then we went to sleep, with my face snuggled up against her titties and one hand on her still wet pussy. Over the next two weeks, the routine remained pretty much the same. Jane would give us all a bath at night, then put the girls to bed in the same room, even though I never again slept in Elizabeth’s room. Jane and I would both sleep nude in her bed, after I had eaten her pussy for her and she had sucked my little wiener for me. Sometimes in the morning I would wake up to her sucking my wiener before she got me up for breakfast, other times I might wake up and find my wiener all wet and sticky as though it had recently been sucked without waking me. Jane constantly reminded me I should never tell anyone, not even my parents, and I promised I never would. Once my mother and brothers got back, things more or less went back to normal. Every once in a while, Jane would see me outside alone, and ask if I would like to come in and have some cookies. Somehow this always seemed to be when her daughters were down for a nap, and cookies were only a secondary reason for inviting me in. I loved that good feeling I got when she played with my wiener and sucked it, and I looked forward to seeing her. A few months later, Elizabeth and I slipped down into the stairwell again, and stripped down to check each other out again. Elizabeth showed me how she peed, squatting over the drain in the stairwell, and I showed her how I peed, standing up and aiming my stream for the same drain. We explored a bit more this time, and I actually slipped a couple of fingers into Elizabeth’s tiny pussy and played around a bit. I even got down and kissed it for her, running my tongue up and down her slit, then inside, then around her tiny clitty, like her mother had showed me. Elizabeth said it felt very good, and I asked if she would take my wiener into her mouth and suck on it a bit. She was a bit hesitant, but I explained that this was what boys and girls who loved each other did for each other, to make them feel good, and I asked Elizabeth if she loved me. She said yes, and I stood on the concrete steps, a couple of steps up from her, and she bent down and took my wiener into her mouth. I gave her a bit of direction, and soon had her pumping my cock in and out of her mouth, when we heard a familiar scream – “Oh, my God!” I looked up to see Jane standing above us again, watching me pump my little wiener into her young daughter’s mouth, and Elizabeth took her lips off my wiener and looked up. Jane stormed down into the stairwell and quickly got Elizabeth dressed and took her home, leaving me to get dressed by myself. I thought I was really going to catch hell this time, but Jane never told my mother about what had happened. I think she was afraid if she did, my mother would want to know where I had learned such a thing, and Jane was afraid I might spill the beans about us. Jane never invited me over for cookies any more, and a few months after that, my mother and father separated for good, and my mother took my brothers and me to live closer to her parents.

It was Sunday the last day of July. I had just gotten home from my friends Tim’s house and walked into my room. I immediately noticed that my dresser wasn’t backed ageist the wall and my secret stash of Playboys where gone. I ran into the living room and asked my mom if anyone was in my room. Well. Um Jessie came by to see if you had her CD. I went back into the hallway and to my surprise Jessie was still here. She had just gotten out the bathroom at walked by me and went into my room then sit on my bed. Jess I said. Have you seen any magazines lying around? Yeah, you mean those playboys under your dresser. She walks up to slowly and wishers there under your mattress. And you’ve been a very bad boy. It looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson. And with that see left. It was 9:00 P.M. and I was getting tired. So I went to sleep. All night I wondered what Jess had meant. Robbie wake up, wake up. Hum I moaned. I looked at the look on the floor next to my bed. It read 1:00 A.M. Jess what are you doing here I said. I don’t want to get up yet. Robbie but its important I have to tell you something. After minutes of disagreement I said all, all right. Robbie remember when I said I was going to teach you a lesson. Yeah, I Said. Well here I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time but I could never build up the courage too. Do what? I asked. This, she kissed me on the lips deeply and holed there for about I minute. Until I realized the reality of it (my best friend kissing me) and pushed her off and asked. What are you doing? She slammed her head down on my chest and started crying a mountain of tear. Jess what’s wrong, I said and she keep crying so I asked again. What wrong? Robbie she said slowly I have all these weird feeling and I think I may be a lesbian. Jess, your not a lesbian. No Robbie you don’t understand, when I found those playboys I used them to you know, I well, you know. Jess just because you look at girls and masturbate to them doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian. You’re just a little confused. You can’t be a lesbian Jess because. Because what? I, I love you and you just can’t be a lesbian I wanted you when we first met in first grade. When we talked at lunch in the 9th I always wanted you and loved you. And I still do. Jess, looked at me in shock. Then kissed me again, she said in a low shaky voice; and I loved you. See got into my bed and hugged me. She started to fool around and pinch my nipples and glide her finger through my hair. I looked at her in all of her glory as if she was an angel sent from above heaven and poured like water into the cup of my life. As I wonder how there could be such beauty. (She had long dark red hair and was 5’ 2 medium sized breast but that didn’t matter to me she was perfect.) After a few minutes passed by she started playing with my zipper on my pants, opening it and pulled by penis out and started stroking it. I got hard immediately and she started stroking harder. I started caressing her breast through her shirt; she stopped me to take it off. And her pants. We started kissing. Then after a while were tonguing each other with deep passion as I slide her pants and panties off. See rolled over so I was on top of her as she took off my pants, and slid my 7.8 inch cock so to the opening of her cunt. Jess, are you sure you want to do this. I love you and I don’t want anything to change our friendship. She says don’t worry I love you too, and nothing can ruin our friendship this is stronger it’s a relationship. And it is for the better. She then slid my penis into her opening and arched her back as I pushed in slow and softly. I keep the same pace for a few then when a little faster as I caressed her left breast and her neck nipping on her chin then her neck and then cupped her right breast and sucked on her nipple softly. Then I moved faster thrusting in and out of her. She started to moan and I pushed harder and faster and harder and faster until she was gasping fir breath and then I slowed down. Then cupping her right breast I sucked on her nipple of the left. Soft then hard as she moaned louder. I became to thrust hard in and out in until she came and had multiple orgasms. Right after she had came I had too. After we finished we cuddled beside each other and holding each others hand all night until my mom heard noised and opened my door.

Beauty is that you are to me, Deeper than the deepest sea, But what beauty cannot explain, Is the hurt that gives me pain, Then burns like fiery rain, And as i look at you i know you are, Beauty itself , as if beauty lies in one's, self. Still beauty is a curse that will, Never diverse and like a lighting bolt ,puts a chill in ones soul then freezes ones mind for eternity and all time, This was a poem i wrote about a girl i knew in 4 grade then i got transferred to another school and when i got to high school as I'm still in, met her again and was afraid to give it to her so i snuk it in her locker she never knowing who it wad from i miss her because i moved once again

“Hey Ra, take a look.” Noel was walking in the downtown square, glancing into the windows of the various stores; “Carl’s Crafts”, “Silver City Candy”… The gazelle was getting close to the alleyway where Quadre, and his friend Ra were waiting. “She’s the one?” Ra asked nervously, giving the gazelle a good look; she was wearing a simple red tank top that covered her light tan fur, and a frilly green skirt lifted slightly by her short perky tail with slight black marks on its tip. Her eyes were a bright green, and her ears had the same black tips as her tail. “That’s the one Ra; Noel. She always dresses to her name.” Quadre replied, giving Ra a confident smile. “Dude, are you sure about this?” “You wanted to try this right? And I know how she is; she L. O. V. E. LOVES a good fuck. I used meet her here EVERY Thursday before we started dating, and we’d do it right here in the alleyway.” “I didn’t need to hear that.” “I’m sure she won’t say no. You wanted a three-way with me, and I provided. Don’t wimp out on me now.” Ra looked down at his black cat foot-paws and said, “I won’t then.” Quadre gave his love kitty a kiss, finally cutting him some slack. “Don’t worry, everything will work…” “Hey! It’s my favourite Fox AND a kitty friend!” Noel exclaimed as she walked past the alleyway, spotting the two men. “I’m guessing this kitty is the reason we don’t visit anymore?” “Yes Noel it is; this is my partner Ra.” Quadre said, pointing him out. “Well hello there.” she said, shaking Ra’s hand, bending over just enough to show off the light white fur of her breasts pushing against the tank top. “N… Nice to meet you.” He stammered in reply. “Is he always this good with strangers?” Noel joked. “Not usually, it just seems he’s nervous near strangers we have a question for.” “Oh? This wouldn’t have something to do with today being Thursday is it? I’ve been walking by here every week just in case.” “It absolutely is.” Quadre replied. “I have a proposition for you; a three-way.” “That sounds wonderful…” she said in a low soft voice, hips wiggling slightly. “You and the kitty I take it?” “Y…yes.” Ra stammered finally, wanting to be part of the action. “Well, it sounds great to me, but there isn’t room for three in this alleyway, can you guys get us somewhere better?” “I already have the hotel room booked.” Quadre replied. - - - - - - - - - - - - - After the Koala at the front desk winked at the trio while handing them the keys and said, “Enjoy your stay.”, they headed toward room 24. After Ra fumbled with the card key before finally Quadre swiped it away. “Calm down Ra.” He said, opening the door on his first try. “Give the kid a break, he’s probably nervous.” Noel said with a kind smile and a wink directed at Ra, wiggling her tail for him. Ra let out a barely visible blush, but gave her an encouraged smile as they all finally got into the room, Ra placing the “Do Not Disturb” sign over the door nadle before letting it close behind him with a small click. By the time Ra got a good look at the room, Quadre already had his shirt off and was stripping off his pant; revealing more of the winter fur he still had, purest white except for the black tips of his tail and ears. “I do love your winter fur…” Ra murmured and followed his lead, slowly stripping and blushing as he realized both Noel and Quadre were watching him remove his clothes, revealing his pure black fur; Ra’s tail twitched. “I guess it’s my turn isn’t it?” Noel started pulling her shirt up; Ra watcher her, and Quadre watching Ra, loving the mix of nervous excitement, embarrassment, and lust as Ra stared at Noel as she revealed her perky breasts, her white fur leading down past her belly button and presumably further, a slight tuft of fur right about them. She turned and looked straight at Ra, realizing he was watching and let a smile spread across her face as she wiggled her hips and slid the skirt down to her ankles before standing back up straight; the white fur pattern DID continue, down over her pussy and through her inner thighs. “Ready boys? Maybe I should warm up the nervous kitty first…” Ra, blushed, Quadre laughed. “Absolutely. I’ll join in when I’m ready.” Noel waved a single finger of her paw, beckoning Ra over. He quickly complied, walking towards her before she grabbed his hand-paw gently and lead him over to the bed, sitting him down and getting down on here knees. “Are you ready for this?” she asked. Another blush and a nod. “It’s my first time…” “For a blowjob?” “For a blowjob AND with a girl.” Quadre commented. “Let’s give this a try then.” Noel said, and pushed Ra’s thighs apart slight before she got her start. She licked on his sheath slowly, looking up at him with those bright green eyes before she started flicking her tongue right over his opening, causing him to moan deeply. She then pressed her tongue into his sheath, startling Ra and causing him to jump pleasurably. She giggled. “You like that sexy kitty?” He nodded, unable to reply from nervousness, his dick starting to press out of its sheath. “I’ve always wanted to try a barbed tip…” she murmured, engulfing Ra’s dick in her mouth, forcing his sheath down so she could take the six inches all the way in, letting the throbbing member sink into her throat slightly. Ra groaned, never having felt such an amazing experience before, the warm wet insides of her mouth exciting him enough to let a small bit of pre cum drip from his tip. Noel pulled back, looking at the throbbing cock with wide mischievous eyes. “Oh? That excited? But we haven’t even started yet…” She gave him a solid wink, getting a little lower and took Ra’s balls into her mouth, sucking and pulling on them gently, eyeing him with intense lust. Ra groaned and shuddered harder, leaning back slightly, eyes clamped shut in ecstasy. Noel pulled up, using a single hand-paw to push Ra all the way onto his back, crawling on top of him so her dripping excited pussy rested over his dick. “Ready?” A single, wide eyed nod was all she needed; she lifted up his cock and slid on top of it with a low noise from her throat, an audible gasp from Ra’s. “Shit… that barbed tip is fucking fantastic…” She started riding him hard, bouncing herself up and down on Ra’s dick, breasts bouncing tantalizingly. Noel was so small Ra’s dick pressed against her cervix, pushing her womb up visibly; Ra watched it press against her small belly as he enjoyed the ultra-tight, velvety warm pussy. Ra heard the sharp yelp and saw Noel push her hand-paws down onto the bed; Quadre had joined in the fun. Noel dropped down to elbows, Ra’s muzzle buried into the small tuft of fur above her breasts; they smelled beautifully; (they reminded him of the almond extract he used at culinary school) as Quadre forced his thick slab into Noel’s ass. “Damn…” Noel groaned, clenching hard around the two men, shuddering at the double invasion of her body. Quadre stated to pump and Ra followed his lead; Quadre forcing it in just up to his knot, but no further. Noel kept writhing and then started to cum; grabbing onto Ra’s chest fur and gushing wildly. This sent Ra over the edge; he pounded as hard as he could into the dripping wet cunt and blew his load hard; Noel gasping in pleasurable surprise at the force of it flying inside her. “Oh…” she murmured. ”I’d like to try that again…” Ra blushed as Quadre pulled out of Noel while saying, “I bet you I can make that happen, if you can manage to get off him for a moment.” She blushed, pulling herself off of Ra slowly with many a moan, and rolled over to lay on her back, pleasurably exhausted. “Roll over my little bitch kitty.” Quadre forced Ra’s body over just enough so he could firmly smack a paw across his ass. Ra managed to shakily turn over. “Now get on top of the pretty lady.” He commanded. Ra secretly rolled his eyes but complied, Noel noticing the motion and trying not to giggle as Ra positioned himself on top of her, trying to get his now re-sheathed dick over her excited pussy. “What do you plan to do?” she asked, rather curious. “Don’t you worry; I’ll get my kitty going. Ready for a knot little kitty?” “Yes…” he whispered. “Was that a yes? I couldn’t hear you kitty!” Quadre barked, slapping his ass hard. “Yes!” he yelled, almost sarcastically. “Good kitty.” He growled, pressing his cock into Ra’s ass. Noel looked up at Ra’s face, clenched in excitement as he grunted and groaned, then looked around to watch Quadre as he tried to force Ra to take his knot, Ra clenching to hard to let it in, making it slightly painful for Ra. “Come on Ra, just relax honey.” Noel whispered into his ear, gently pulling is ass cheeks apart and massaging them gently. The encouragement helped him relax and with a quick pop Quadre sunk his knot in deep, Ra gasping loud as it happened. Quadre started to pound into Ra with a primal fury, both of their balls slapping together hard enough to start stinging, Ra slowly getting hard again in excitement unsheathing slightly and groaning all away. “Good job baby.” Noel said in low soft tones, flickering her tongue into his ear slight as she reached a paw down to rub his dick gently, getting him fully hard again and guiding him back to her pussy. Quadre gave an extra had thrust, forcing Ra to push all the way into Noel, the whole trio gasping and groaning. Noel gave Ra deep look with those glittering green eyes and gave Ra a solid kiss, both of their tongues dancing in each others mouths; inspiring Ra to pound into Noel, jerking Quadre forward from his caught knot. Noel started her orgasmic shivers again, pulling back from the kiss to scream, “Fuck me Ra! Fuck me good!” The ecstasy was intoxicating and infectious; Quadre started spilling his load deep inside his tight little kitty as Ra gushed for a second time; Noel’s eyes rolling into the back of her head in pleasure. Ra collapsed on top of Noel, the two of them shivering uncontrollably; dizzy and barely able to stay awake. Quadre quickly popped out Ra, the cat’s ass lifted slightly, Quadre briefly enjoying the gaped opening and his cum inside of it, before walking over to get his clothes back on. “Those two can sleep all they want; I don’t need the fun to stop.” Quadre mumbled to himself, opening and closing the door quietly, leaving Ra and Noel to fall asleep together, Ra’s face buried in the almond extract tuft of fur he was truly starting to enjoy.

The following story is essentially true. The events happened pretty much as described, though I have embellished some of the details – after all, this occurred when I was 6 years old, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened. Names have been changed where needed. My father was in the Navy, and this story takes place in on-base housing at a large naval training base. My mother had also previously been in the Navy, but had gotten out to get married and raise a family. They had three boys; I was the oldest, with my next younger brother about three years younger than I was, and the youngest just over four years younger. My mother’s best friend was Jane, another Navy wife who lived just around the corner from us. I don’t recall ever seeing Jane’s husband around, and I can only figure he was out to sea when this occurred. Jane had two daughters, Elizabeth, who was five and a playmate of mine, and another who was maybe a year old or so. One night, I had inadvertently walked in on my mother as she was naked in the bathroom, and gotten a good view of her breasts and pubic area. I noticed her pussy (though I didn’t know it by that term then) was very hairy, and that there was no trace of a wiener. When I asked my mother about it, she just brushed it off and covered her lower body with a towel, then went on as though nothing had happened. I was still very curious about it, though. There were quite a few other kids in the housing area close by, of all ages, so there was generally no shortage of playmates. One day, however, Elizabeth and I ended up alone, shortly after the episode with my mother, and while I was still wondering about the difference in equipment. The housing we lived in was all two story duplexes, with basements and carports, and behind each unit there was a concrete stairwell going down to the basement. I invited Elizabeth down into the stairwell of our house, and she came along gladly. Once there, I asked if she had ever seen a boy naked, and she said no, and I told her I would show her mine if she would show me hers. Elizabeth gladly went along, and we were soon both stripped completely naked and checking each other out. I noticed right off that, not only did she not have a wiener, she also didn’t have any hair ‘down there’, and her titties were, of course, completely undeveloped. I got as close as I could for a good look at her hairless pussy, and asked if I could touch it, and she agreed. I reached out and played with her a bit, running my finger up and down her slit, and asked her how she peed. I told her I stood up and aimed my wiener at the toilet and peed that way, and she told me she had to sit or squat to pee. Elizabeth asked if she could touch my wiener, which was, actually, pretty hard by then. I let her touch it, and it felt so good when she did, I encouraged her to keep touching it. She got down so she could get a better look at it, as I had done when I examined her pussy, and touched and felt around my little wiener and my balls, marveling as I had at the differences between us. Suddenly we heard her mother above us, completely shocked, saying, “Oh, my God!” She had been looking for Elizabeth in the open area behind the duplexes, but neither of us had heard her calling. She had found us, and looked into the stairwell just in time to see her daughter kneeling in front of me, with my wiener in her hand. Jane got us both dressed and took us to see my mother, where she explained what she had seen. My mother was also shocked, and I got a good lecture out of it once Jane and Elizabeth had gone home. I was full of questions about the differences between Elizabeth and me, and my mother, and I did manage to get a few answers – girls never did grow wieners, their breasts grew in later as they grew up, body hair also came later, things like that, but no real explanation very much beyond that. A few weeks later, I was in school, and my mother and father were having marital problems (though I didn’t know that at the time). My mother decided to take my two younger brothers to visit her parents for a couple of weeks, but she didn’t want to take me because I was in school and she didn’t want me to miss any. My dad worked nights, so leaving me alone with him wasn’t going to work. My mother asked Jane if she could take care of me for a couple of weeks, and she agreed. Jane had apparently gotten over what happened between her daughter and me, and accepted that it was simply part of young kids growing up. The first night I was there, she gave both her daughters and me a bath, all together in the same bathtub. Jane was right there with us, so I managed to control my urge to explore Elizabeth’s pussy any further with my fingers, but I did ask Jane some of the same questions I had asked my mother about the differences between us, and got pretty much the same answers. Jane took the youngest girl and dried her off, then left Elizabeth and me alone in the tub together while she put the younger girl to bed. Elizabeth and I took the opportunity to check each other out a bit more, once again touching and feeling each other’s privates. A few minutes later, Jane walked in on us and caught us, again, but this time, instead of being shocked, she simply chided us for being bad, and got Elizabeth out of the tub to dry her off and put her to bed. After she had dried me off, she took me to Elizabeth’s room, where I was supposed to sleep – Elizabeth had been moved into the same room as her younger sister for the duration – and tried to coax me into my pajamas. I hated pajamas, and preferred to sleep naked, even then. If my mother ever did get me to put on pajamas, I usually pulled them off before I went to sleep, so she had learned to simply just check in on me later and make sure I had some covers over me. My mother had told Jane that, though she had left a set of pajamas for me if Jane wanted to try to get me in them. Jane actually managed to get me to wear the pajamas, and tucked me into bed, but a few minutes later I got up and took the pajamas off, as usual, then went back to bed. Some time later, before she went to bed, Jane checked in on me, and sure enough, I was lying in bed naked with no covers over me. She tried to wake me up and get me back into my pajamas – I remember her waking me up - but soon realized that was a lost cause and gave up, as I almost immediately went back to sleep as soon as she had me rolled over onto my back. Shortly afterward, though, I awoke to the most pleasant feeling I had ever known, and it was centered on my wiener. I opened my eyes and looked, to see Jane with my little wiener in her mouth, gently sucking on it as she milked it with her fingers. She noticed I was awake, and quickly motioned me to keep quiet as she milked a bit more sticky fluid from the opening in my wiener. She licked it from her fingers, and asked me if I liked what she was doing. I told her yes, and she continued to suck my little wiener for a while longer, milking a bit more sticky fluid from it and moaning about how good it tasted. I asked her if I could have some, and she got some on her finger for me, and let me suck it off her fingertip. It was pretty tasteless to me, but she kept milking it from my wiener and sucking it as though she couldn’t get enough. Afterward, Jane told me I must never tell anyone what we were doing, that if I did we would never be able to do it again. It had felt so good I would have agreed to anything to have that feeling again, so I promised not to tell. She tucked the covers around me and kissed me goodnight, and left to go back to her room for the night. The next night the bath and bedtime routine was the same, except instead of taking me to Elizabeth’s room to put me to bed, Jane took me to her room and put me into her bed. She stripped naked herself, as I watched in awe, and lay beside me on the bed, facing me. She asked if I would like her to do some more of what she had done the night before, and of course I said yes. There were some things she wanted me to do for her first, she told me, and she rolled onto her back and motioned for me to come closer. She held one of her titties out to me and asked if I would like to suck it, just like I was a baby again, and I latched onto the nipple, sucking away like a baby. Her youngest daughter was still breastfeeding, so there was quite a bit of mother’s milk, and she had me go from one tit to the other, sucking as much as I could. She coached me as I went, teaching to bite just a little, so very gently, and to suck and lick the nipples and aureolas. As I did, I noticed one of her hands was gently playing with her hairy pussy, and the other was toying with my wiener. Next she asked if I would like to check out her pussy, and of course I was ready for that. I scooted down so my face was right in front of her pussy, and she let me watch as she fingered herself, at first lightly fingering the hair, then running her fingers up and down the slit, and finally parting her pussy lips and inserting a finger into her slit. She coaxed me into feeling her pussy, the lush, luxurious hair, and the now open slit, which was warm and already considerably wet. I got a bit closer to sniff it, and loved the smell of her wet pussy, and she had me put a couple of fingers inside it, and directed me how to move them around a bit to arouse her even more. When I pulled my hand back, it was wet with her pussy juice, and she encouraged me to lick it from my fingers, and I did. I thought it was better than tasting my own fluid from the night before, and decided I liked it. She asked again if I had enjoyed her licking and sucking my wiener the night before, and I said I had, and she asked if I would do the same for her. She didn’t have a wiener, of course, and asked if I would lick and kiss her pussy for her, to make her feel as good as she had made me feel. She told me it was what boys and girls who loved each other did for each other, and asked if I loved her, and I said yes. At her direction, I lowered my face to her pussy, this time until my lips were kissing her pussy lips. She had me stick my tongue out and lick up and down her slit a few times, then showed me where to direct my attention next – her clit. She had me lick around it several times, then kiss it gently, and even had me nibble at it just a bit. While I was doing so, she directed me to put the fingers of one hand into her pussy again, and told me how to move them in and out as I sucked her pussy. A few minutes later she began to moan and wriggle around a bit, and I asked if I was hurting her, and she gasped that I wasn’t and to go on with what I was doing. After she had cum and relaxed a bit, Jane made an effort to have me fuck her. She was able to get my wiener inside her pussy, and get me to thrust in and out a few times, but my young wiener was just too small to give her much satisfaction. After a few minutes, she had me lie on my back beside her, and she began to play with my wiener and balls for me. She leaned over and gave me another blowjob like she had the night before, licking her own pussy juice off me along with the sticky fluid from my own wiener. Then we went to sleep, with my face snuggled up against her titties and one hand on her still wet pussy. Over the next two weeks, the routine remained pretty much the same. Jane would give us all a bath at night, then put the girls to bed in the same room, even though I never again slept in Elizabeth’s room. Jane and I would both sleep nude in her bed, after I had eaten her pussy for her and she had sucked my little wiener for me. Sometimes in the morning I would wake up to her sucking my wiener before she got me up for breakfast, other times I might wake up and find my wiener all wet and sticky as though it had recently been sucked without waking me. Jane constantly reminded me I should never tell anyone, not even my parents, and I promised I never would. Once my mother and brothers got back, things more or less went back to normal. Every once in a while, Jane would see me outside alone, and ask if I would like to come in and have some cookies. Somehow this always seemed to be when her daughters were down for a nap, and cookies were only a secondary reason for inviting me in. I loved that good feeling I got when she played with my wiener and sucked it, and I looked forward to seeing her. A few months later, Elizabeth and I slipped down into the stairwell again, and stripped down to check each other out again. Elizabeth showed me how she peed, squatting over the drain in the stairwell, and I showed her how I peed, standing up and aiming my stream for the same drain. We explored a bit more this time, and I actually slipped a couple of fingers into Elizabeth’s tiny pussy and played around a bit. I even got down and kissed it for her, running my tongue up and down her slit, then inside, then around her tiny clitty, like her mother had showed me. Elizabeth said it felt very good, and I asked if she would take my wiener into her mouth and suck on it a bit. She was a bit hesitant, but I explained that this was what boys and girls who loved each other did for each other, to make them feel good, and I asked Elizabeth if she loved me. She said yes, and I stood on the concrete steps, a couple of steps up from her, and she bent down and took my wiener into her mouth. I gave her a bit of direction, and soon had her pumping my cock in and out of her mouth, when we heard a familiar scream – “Oh, my God!” I looked up to see Jane standing above us again, watching me pump my little wiener into her young daughter’s mouth, and Elizabeth took her lips off my wiener and looked up. Jane stormed down into the stairwell and quickly got Elizabeth dressed and took her home, leaving me to get dressed by myself. I thought I was really going to catch hell this time, but Jane never told my mother about what had happened. I think she was afraid if she did, my mother would want to know where I had learned such a thing, and Jane was afraid I might spill the beans about us. Jane never invited me over for cookies any more, and a few months after that, my mother and father separated for good, and my mother took my brothers and me to live closer to her parents.

Beauty is that you are to me, Deeper than the deepest sea, But what beauty cannot explain, Is the hurt that gives me pain, Then burns like fiery rain, And as i look at you i know you are, Beauty itself , as if beauty lies in one's, self. Still beauty is a curse that will, Never diverse and like a lighting bolt ,puts a chill in ones soul then freezes ones mind for eternity and all time, This was a poem i wrote about a girl i knew in 4 grade then i got transferred to another school and when i got to high school as I'm still in, met her again and was afraid to give it to her so i snuk it in her locker she never knowing who it wad from i miss her because i moved once again

Beauty is that you are to me, Deeper than the deepest sea, But what beauty cannot explain, Is the hurt that gives me pain, Then burns like fiery rain, And as i look at you i know you are, Beauty itself , as if beauty lies in one's, self. Still beauty is a curse that will, Never diverse and like a lighting bolt ,puts a chill in ones soul then freezes ones mind for eternity and all time, This was a poem i wrote about a girl i knew in 4 grade then i got transferred to another school and when i got to high school as I'm still in, met her again and was afraid to give it to her so i snuk it in her locker she never knowing who it wad from i miss her because i moved once again

.It was Saturday The last day of June when about to slip into bed surprisingly noticing that my window was open i slowly walked over to the lattice and closed the window i climbed into my soft bed drifting away to sleep the next morning i woke up with two girls, asking myself if i was dreaming and to my surprise my zipper was down and my cock was out. i got out of bed immediately asking what the fuck was going on the girl's laughed and giggled and broke of a whisper we want you i thought about trying to escape from the mysterious two but then thought to myself i was going to get laid now or never. i then quickly asked the girls what did they want from me,their response, you we want you. one of the girls took my soft cock,lifted it and putting it in her mouth then slowly sliding her tongue up and down until my soft cock was erect and rock hard. i then turned the tables by getting up saying to the other girl take of your shirt with a violent voice and the girl not refusing took off her shirt but did not give me a chance to do anything she pushed me on the bed and began to sit ontop of me slowly pulling down her black leather panties and messaging my face with the lips of her pussy then yelling in erotica lick ,lick!! But instead of lick i blew lightly into her cunt until the slightest sign of pleasure from the women then sticking my tongue in and out and up and down until felt her legs shake and then bite into it as if it were a raw peace of chicken, the girls now handed me an envelope and got dressed then quickly opened my window and jump out giving me no idea of who they were and then leaving, as they drifted away into the mist of dawn disappearing i opened the envelope it contained 5 words School ,Monday,Gym after lunch (end of part 1) ;part two; I spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday thinking about the girls and what would happen at school on Monday. Being Monday i was frustrated confused at excited all at the same moment i got out of my bed and put my best clothes on. Looking my best i walked out my room and into the kitchen seeing my mother cooking breakfast she immediately noticed that i was overly dressed and politely and curiously asked me if i was meeting someone at school i quickly nodded in left to right motion saying no! I got to my bus stop and onto the bus when i finally arrived at school and out of the bus it was 8:55 just 10 minutes before school was to start so i went into the court yard where i stood and talked to my friends before class started i told them about what had happened days before they were in shock and disbelief saying that would never happen and thinking i was lying but not taking notice by their reactions i Walked into the east hall building as the bell rang. I walked into my first blow which was Mr. Isumu who was japanese. I then took a seat next to a girl that wore chains wore black pants and shirt with her hair braided and dyed red taking notice at her beauty when the teacher anounced there will be two member joining our class as you could as guessed them they were introduced as trisha and britany and sat beside me smiling and looking inicent i began talking to them and started asking how old they were trisha 14 and britany 17 the same age as me, Jason!! I except your not talking over there Mr. Imasu said in a high voice. So here are the plans for today in history you'll be paring up in groups of five to be writing and acting out a play about the glorys and wonders of Greece. I asked them if they wanted to be in my grouo along with the goth with the red hair. They accepted and luckly there were only 24 students in the class because my best friend got expeled because of a fight he gpt involved in and pushing the kid out the window on the second floor but back to the story. I then started asking them questions about saturday and they kept acting like they didn't know what i was talking about but i knew they did and then one stated that we had better get to work on our play we all decided that we would do a play on what marriages were like in those times and halfway through the bell rang it was 11:10 time for lunch i met up with the girlss still wanting to know what made them sneak in my bedroom and have breif sex teasing with me still denying until i spoke of the gym they stared at me laughing took my hand and rushed me to the gym, where kids spent detention during lunch wacthed by an inministrader, very luckuly no one had adrived yet so we snuk be hind some rolled up mats and pushed them as far as we could without anyone taking notice. Trish then sat on top of me saying so did you call the police and tell them a little girl raped you of course not i replied and then britany began to kiss me on the lips hard without giving any warning as trish pulled my pants down and my troshers looking in wow at my cocl at was resonably big for my age 7''.5 was thr size. She asked me how did i want it and i quickly said without knowing it depends on how your gonna give it to me. ;end part two; If you like what you read so far send comments if you want the next 12 parts

.It was Saturday The last day of June when about to slip into bed surprisingly noticing that my window was open i slowly walked over to the lattice and closed the window i climbed into my soft bed drifting away to sleep the next morning i woke up with two girls, asking myself if i was dreaming and to my surprise my zipper was down and my cock was out. i got out of bed immediately asking what the fuck was going on the girl's laughed and giggled and broke of a whisper we want you i thought about trying to escape from the mysterious two but then thought to myself i was going to get laid now or never. i then quickly asked the girls what did they want from me,their response, you we want you. one of the girls took my soft cock,lifted it and putting it in her mouth then slowly sliding her tongue up and down until my soft cock was erect and rock hard. i then turned the tables by getting up saying to the other girl take of your shirt with a violent voice and the girl not refusing took off her shirt but did not give me a chance to do anything she pushed me on the bed and began to sit ontop of me slowly pulling down her black leather panties and messaging my face with the lips of her pussy then yelling in erotica lick ,lick!! But instead of lick i blew lightly into her cunt until the slightest sign of pleasure from the women then sticking my tongue in and out and up and down until felt her legs shake and then bite into it as if it were a raw peace of chicken, the girls now handed me an envelope and got dressed then quickly opened my window and jump out giving me no idea of who they were and then leaving, as they drifted away into the mist of dawn disappearing i opened the envelope it contained 5 words School ,Monday,Gym after lunch (end of part 1) ;part two; I spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday thinking about the girls and what would happen at school on Monday. Being Monday i was frustrated confused at excited all at the same moment i got out of my bed and put my best clothes on. Looking my best i walked out my room and into the kitchen seeing my mother cooking breakfast she immediately noticed that i was overly dressed and politely and curiously asked me if i was meeting someone at school i quickly nodded in left to right motion saying no! I got to my bus stop and onto the bus when i finally arrived at school and out of the bus it was 8:55 just 10 minutes before school was to start so i went into the court yard where i stood and talked to my friends before class started i told them about what had happened days before they were in shock and disbelief saying that would never happen and thinking i was lying but not taking notice by their reactions i Walked into the east hall building as the bell rang. I walked into my first blow which was Mr. Isumu who was japanese. I then took a seat next to a girl that wore chains wore black pants and shirt with her hair braided and dyed red taking notice at her beauty when the teacher anounced there will be two member joining our class as you could as guessed them they were introduced as trisha and britany and sat beside me smiling and looking inicent i began talking to them and started asking how old they were trisha 14 and britany 17 the same age as me, Jason!! I except your not talking over there Mr. Imasu said in a high voice. So here are the plans for today in history you'll be paring up in groups of five to be writing and acting out a play about the glorys and wonders of Greece. I asked them if they wanted to be in my grouo along with the goth with the red hair. They accepted and luckly there were only 24 students in the class because my best friend got expeled because of a fight he gpt involved in and pushing the kid out the window on the second floor but back to the story. I then started asking them questions about saturday and they kept acting like they didn't know what i was talking about but i knew they did and then one stated that we had better get to work on our play we all decided that we would do a play on what marriages were like in those times and halfway through the bell rang it was 11:10 time for lunch i met up with the girlss still wanting to know what made them sneak in my bedroom and have breif sex teasing with me still denying until i spoke of the gym they stared at me laughing took my hand and rushed me to the gym, where kids spent detention during lunch wacthed by an inministrader, very luckuly no one had adrived yet so we snuk be hind some rolled up mats and pushed them as far as we could without anyone taking notice. Trish then sat on top of me saying so did you call the police and tell them a little girl raped you of course not i replied and then britany began to kiss me on the lips hard without giving any warning as trish pulled my pants down and my troshers looking in wow at my cocl at was resonably big for my age 7''.5 was thr size. She asked me how did i want it and i quickly said without knowing it depends on how your gonna give it to me. ;end part two; If you like what you read so far send comments if you want the next 12 parts

It was Sunday the last day of July. I had just gotten home from my friends Tim’s house and walked into my room. I immediately noticed that my dresser wasn’t backed ageist the wall and my secret stash of Playboys where gone. I ran into the living room and asked my mom if anyone was in my room. Well. Um Jessie came by to see if you had her CD. I went back into the hallway and to my surprise Jessie was still here. She had just gotten out the bathroom at walked by me and went into my room then sit on my bed. Jess I said. Have you seen any magazines lying around? Yeah, you mean those playboys under your dresser. She walks up to slowly and wishers there under your mattress. And you’ve been a very bad boy. It looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson. And with that see left. It was 9:00 P.M. and I was getting tired. So I went to sleep. All night I wondered what Jess had meant. Robbie wake up, wake up. Hum I moaned. I looked at the look on the floor next to my bed. It read 1:00 A.M. Jess what are you doing here I said. I don’t want to get up yet. Robbie but its important I have to tell you something. After minutes of disagreement I said all, all right. Robbie remember when I said I was going to teach you a lesson. Yeah, I Said. Well here I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time but I could never build up the courage too. Do what? I asked. This, she kissed me on the lips deeply and holed there for about I minute. Until I realized the reality of it (my best friend kissing me) and pushed her off and asked. What are you doing? She slammed her head down on my chest and started crying a mountain of tear. Jess what’s wrong, I said and she keep crying so I asked again. What wrong? Robbie she said slowly I have all these weird feeling and I think I may be a lesbian. Jess, your not a lesbian. No Robbie you don’t understand, when I found those playboys I used them to you know, I well, you know. Jess just because you look at girls and masturbate to them doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian. You’re just a little confused. You can’t be a lesbian Jess because. Because what? I, I love you and you just can’t be a lesbian I wanted you when we first met in first grade. When we talked at lunch in the 9th I always wanted you and loved you. And I still do. Jess, looked at me in shock. Then kissed me again, she said in a low shaky voice; and I loved you. See got into my bed and hugged me. She started to fool around and pinch my nipples and glide her finger through my hair. I looked at her in all of her glory as if she was an angel sent from above heaven and poured like water into the cup of my life. As I wonder how there could be such beauty. (She had long dark red hair and was 5’ 2 medium sized breast but that didn’t matter to me she was perfect.) After a few minutes passed by she started playing with my zipper on my pants, opening it and pulled by penis out and started stroking it. I got hard immediately and she started stroking harder. I started caressing her breast through her shirt; she stopped me to take it off. And her pants. We started kissing. Then after a while were tonguing each other with deep passion as I slide her pants and panties off. See rolled over so I was on top of her as she took off my pants, and slid my 7.8 inch cock so to the opening of her cunt. Jess, are you sure you want to do this. I love you and I don’t want anything to change our friendship. She says don’t worry I love you too, and nothing can ruin our friendship this is stronger it’s a relationship. And it is for the better. She then slid my penis into her opening and arched her back as I pushed in slow and softly. I keep the same pace for a few then when a little faster as I caressed her left breast and her neck nipping on her chin then her neck and then cupped her right breast and sucked on her nipple softly. Then I moved faster thrusting in and out of her. She started to moan and I pushed harder and faster and harder and faster until she was gasping fir breath and then I slowed down. Then cupping her right breast I sucked on her nipple of the left. Soft then hard as she moaned louder. I became to thrust hard in and out in until she came and had multiple orgasms. Right after she had came I had too. After we finished we cuddled beside each other and holding each others hand all night until my mom heard noised and opened my door.

Chapter 2 As Frank brought his hard cock to another bout of cum splattering ecstacy, his little 12 year old brother Brian was doing the same in the bedroom next door. Curiously, he had started his masturbation frenzy on exactly the same day as Frank, and was matching his older brother stride for stride, stroke for stroke. His thoughts were very similar too, always involving his mum in some lascivious and lurid action in various parts of the house. Brian’s introduction to this whole new sensorial extravaganza occurred very shortly after Frank’s. “Oh my God! Oh my fucking God” exclaimed Sandra as she leaned back against the door, closing her bedroom to the outside world. She closed her eyes and took in what had just happened in the bathroom. “Mum! That’s swearing!” Sandra’s eyes flew open. She turned her head slightly and there was Brian, stood by the chest of drawers. “What the f......!!” she stopped herself. “What are you DOING in here Brian!?” Their eyes met and Sandra realised that Brian was naked from the waist down and his thighs, bottom and all over his cock and balls were covered in mud. Brian suddenly became very aware of his semi-nakedness and tried to cover up. In his left hand was a pair of Sandra’s panties, apparently taken from the top drawer of the chest of drawers. The realisation that her younger son was holding a pair of her black lace panties against his cock sent a sudden shiver up Sandra’s spine and she unconsciously licked her lips. Brian sensed his guilty-looking situation and his words came out in a nervous rush “Ummm, I was practising my skills in the garden and I fell over. Kinda got my shorts dirty so I was looking for some clean ones in my room but I couldn’t find any, so I came in here, thought they might have got put in here accidentally but ummm, I can’t find them so....” Sandra cut him off. “Brian. Look at the state of you. Jesus boy, you’re getting my panties all dirty. Put them down!” Brian hesitated and Sandra moved over round the bed and stood in front of him. She took the panties out of his hand and put them on the chest of drawers. Brian’s hands didn’t move. “Let me see Brian. Let mummy see the mess you have made.” She smiled inwardly at the use of the word mummy again. Brian reluctantly, slowly moved his hands away until they were at his side. Sandra sat on the bed to closer inspect her son’s predicament. She reached out with her right hand and stroked the inner thigh of his right leg. She stroked her hand up higher and Brian jumped. “It’s OK sweetie, mummy’s just checking.” Checking what? He thought. Sandra watched his cock intently as she moved her hand round to his arse. She saw it twitch and a slight moan escaped her lips. It wasn’t as big as Frank’s she thought, but it was certainly a nice size and it would certainly feel great in her pussy. She was momentarily shocked at herself for having such thoughts, but as she sought to regain control of herself, she noticed his cock starting to get hard. “Err, mum, should I go and shower?” “I’m sorry baby. Mummy has used all the hot water. I’ll have to clean you instead.” “Umm. OK.” There was a long pause as Sandra dropped to her knees in front of her son, both her hands now wantonly stroking his ass cheeks. “How?” She looked up at her son, his cheeks flushed, gulping as he tried to stop his cock getting stiff. “Like this baby,” she smiled at him and then continuing to look in his eyes, to Brian’s wonder, amazement she took hold of his cock and lifted it to point at the ceiling, and ran her tongue all the way from his little balls to the tip of his cock. He was stone hard instantly. She pulled her tongue up a little above his cockhead, a string of saliva forming between the two, then she opened her lips and slowly wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked his 5 inch, hard, smooth cock all the way into her hungry mouth. All Brian could do was gurgle in wonderment, like a new born baby taking milk from its mother, his sounds indistinct. His mum, with the lips that had kissed him goodnight, that had formed the words to tell him to clean his room, were now sliding slowly up and down his hard cock. His balls had a little mud on them and as Sandra swooped down filling her mouth with his cock, her tongue flicked out and washed his balls, getting a little mud on her tongue as she continued to engulf him in her warm wet mouth. Her hands still stroked his ass cheeks and now she grabbed them more firmly, pulling her son into her mouth and opening his cheeks so she could run her finger over his tight arsehole. “Are you dirty here too Brian?” Sandra pulled her mouth from his cock long enough to ask. Before he could answer she turned him round and slapped him lightly on his butt. “Bend over honey,” she ordered and Brian, his brain a fog of emotions did as he was told. He put his hands on the chest of drawers and his face down, his nose buried in his mum’s panties that were until very recently, hiding his privates from his mum’s inquisitive gaze. He inhaled deeply as he heard his mum ask him to spread his feet. He did, of course, and Sandra pulled his cheeks open. “Oh baby, you ARE a little dirty there. Let mummy clean it.” For the briefest of moments Sandra asked herself what the fuck she was doing. It was the briefest of moments. The sight of her 12 year old son’s arsehole in front of her drove her wild and she moved in fast, her tongue licking at his puckered ring, trying to push it inside. She pulled as much spit into her mouth as she could and spat on his hole, then pushed her middle finger in a little, forcing the saliva inside. Brian moaned above her, licking his mummy’s panties, holding them to his face. Sandra tried to push her tongue inside her son’s hole but it was so tight. She opened her mouth and glued her lips to his hole and started to lick and suck. She took her hand down and pushed two fingers inside herself, fucking for a few strokes then she brought her hand through between his legs and grabbed his throbbing swollen cock, lubricating it with her juices. She pumped it hard. Almost instantly Brian felt the most unusual sensation. Like a volcano about to erupt from his body. He cried out in his confusion and lust. “Mummy, mummy, I’m....I....mummy!” Reluctantly she pulled her face from his arsehole and scooting round she pushed her face between his mud caked legs and took him in one movement into her mouth. As she sat on the carpet of her bedroom she sucked furiously, wanting his hot young cum to fill her mouth, her throat and her belly. Brian, with hundreds of thousands of evolutionary biology years behind him, started to fuck his mum’s mouth. He could not stop. Did not want to. And nor did she want him to. They both felt the surge from his balls and she ground his cock into her throat, mewling, purring, wanting his cum. He tensed. His balls tightened. His cum shot out of his cock in long hot bursts. One then two. Holding his mother’s head in his hands, not wanting to let her go, though she wouldn’t have moved for anything. A third burst, a fourth. Filling his mums mouth. Pulling out and shoving back in again. More cum pulsing from his cock. A fifth, a sixth. I’m never going to stop, he thought, slightly concerned. Until finally it slowed. His mum continued to nurse on his cock, making sure she sucked up every last drop. None had escaped from her mouth and as Brian collapsed onto the bed next to him his mum stood before him and opened her mouth to show her little boy how much cum he had produced. Brian was speechless. Sandra made a great show of swallowing the cum. “Baby, that was delicious.” She opened her towel showing Brian her naked body and continued. “But you are still dirty and now you’ve got my bed dirty.” She shook her head at him smiling. “Now go and get cleaned up with a cloth and I’ll find you some shorts.” Brian sat there dumbfounded. What had just happened? God how he loved her. But....what happened? “Today would be nice mister,” she gently chided him. He stood up. “Sure mum” and he left the room to go and clean up the mess his mother hadn’t managed to.

This story was written entirely by the poster verywet. I am only posting the story for her. Pam was being a bitch to Jerry her neighbour. Turning him down when he asked her out, and making fun of him calling him a limp dick. Jerry decided to get revenge and asked his cousin Mona to help him. She agreed, and became excited with such a plan. So as planned Jerry abducted Pam, and went to Mona's place. All the settings were in place to teach the bitch lesson's she would not forget. As Pam awoke she was naked, bent over and tied to the table on her stomach. She started screaming, and Jerry and Mona came to her. "Oh the bitch is up jerry let’s have our fun" said Mona " "In a minute love let's lay down the law to her" Jerry said as he yanked Pam's hair pulling up her face. "You've been a bitch to me when I was nice to you. Now slut you will learn to respect me, and beg me to fuck you with my limp dick, as you called it." Jerry dropped her head hard and moved behind her. “Pass me the belt hun". As Mona complied Pam started screaming and pulling on the ropes. Mona slapped her face "Its sound proof you cunt so quit bitching whore". Pam felt helpless "Please let me go I won't tell". SMACK, a hard whip landed on her bare ass. "Aghh oawoo" Pam screamed as Jerry started a series of whipping. "Now bitch until you say, THANK YOU SIR I WANT MORE, I ain't stopping". Jerry had laid his condition. Pam was jerking and crying like hell "Please, oh fuck, please stop". Whip, whip, whip "Wrong line bitch" Jerry smirked and he kept beating her ass. Finally at the 18th whip Pam just broke. "Thank you Sir i want more" she cried. "Hear that Mona?" jerry smirked. "No Jerry not clearly" Mona teased. Jerry whipped her hard again "Louder whore". "Oh, ah, thank you Sir I want more" Pam screamed as loud as she could. That earned her four more whips before Jerry stopped. Mona went back and slowly caressed Pam's crimson ass. "My, my Jerry we will definitely have fun fucking her" she said groping her butt. She then squeezed it hard, and Pam screamed harder. "Baby by the time we are done with her she will be begging us to fuck her, get her on her back". Mona untied the rope and yanked Pam by the hair to flip her to her back.. Jerry tied her hands again. "Oh such nice tits our slut has shall we commence, come Mona”. Jerry started sucking her breasts as Mona began rubbing her clit. Pam tried to suppress her response, but her body was showing signs of arousal. Her nipples were hard in Jerry's mouth, and her pussy was wet on Mona's hand. "Oh look our slut is enjoying this; her cunt is leaking" Mona teased". "Yes cousin her nipples are hard too" Jerry laughed as Mona crawled up and started sucking her tit, Jerry shoved his finger in her wet pussy. "Ahggh, oh fuck" Pam moaned involuntary, as he bit her hard on the neck when Mona was biting her nipple. "Soon slut you will get what you deserve" Jerry said coldly slapping her face. "Mona go down on her slutty cunt and do your magic" Mona complied. When Mona dove in to Pam's pussy she arched up hard pulling on the ropes. Jerry slapped her once more before kissing her roughly, and tongue fucking her mouth. Mona first shoved two fingers in her pussy, and started nibbling her clit. She was jerking hard as Mona's pussy eating was turning her on. She even sucked back against Jerry's lips when he continued to suck her tongue, while pinching and tweaking her nipples. Pam was getting tensed up and about to orgasm when Mona and Jerry stopped. "You think you will cum that easy bitch do you, well guess again slut" Jerry said with an evil smile. Mona reached up and yanked Pam's hair "Lick your cunt juice of my lips slut". Pam hesitated earning a slap before opening her mouth to taste her own juices as Mona kissed her. "Enough Mona, time for her new friend to be applied, bring it here my love". Mona giggled "Oh you are in so much trouble now slut ". As she left Jerry came to her pussy, spat on it hard and slid two fingers deep inside. Pam screamed as he furiously fingered her, when he shoved all fingers in she was so close to an orgasm, but he pulled them out. Pam grunted in frustration as Mona returned with the object Jerry wanted. “Here it is dear cousin", Mona came in with a medium sized bag which looked full. She handed it over to Jerry before kissing hard. Pam was furious as she squirmed and pulled at the ropes earning herself a rough slap on the tits. "Let's clean the bitch shall we, but first" Jerry left the sentence incomplete and pulled out a black collar from the bag. He strapped it around her neck "Now you will know the meaning of being a bitch my slut". He laughed and groped her breasts roughly. "FUCK U JERRY" Pam screamed while thrashing wildly. Mona came in and slapped Pam across her face “Oh you will be fucking soon bitch". As they loosened the ropes Pam fell to the floor hearing the words "YOU ARE IN FOR A BIG SURPRISE CUNT". Jerry and Mona laughed as they backed away from Pam. He took out a black object and showed it to Pam, it was some kind of remote. "You are not wearing a regular collar my bitch, it's a special training collar which generates electric shocks like this". Jerry pushed a button and Pam jerked up straight as if she was being whipped, they both laughed at her from the two sitter. "Now if you don't want to know how it feels on high, be a good little fuck toy for us ok" he explained. Pam just wept hard as she lay naked and helpless on the ground. Mona looked at Pam with lust "There is an enema in the bathroom go and clean yourself for us bitch, but no funny stuff or else". She pointed Pam towards the bathroom then started making out with Jerry. Pam reluctantly went to the bathroom accepting her fate, and doing what she had been told. When she returned her abductors were totally naked and ready for her. Mona's wet smooth bald pussy was spread open while Jerry was sucking her tits, and getting a handjob. When Jerry saw Pam he motioned her to get on her knees, Pam obeyed. "Now crawl to Mona's pussy bitch and eat it". Pam had never done this before so she hesitated, Jerry shocked her collar bringing a scream "Do it slut" Mona growled as Pam quickly got between her legs and started licking. "Ah oh yeah suck my clit whore, yeah that’s it" she moaned as Pam tongued her deep, Jerry was pumping his cock furiously in readiness to humiliate Pam. Pam ate Mona's pussy, Jerry jerked his cock in preparation for cumming “Tell me when you are going cum Mona" he said in a restrained voice. As Mona pulled Pam's face hard in to her cunt she moaned “I am almost there Jerry" her body tensed up. “Good" he said and threw Pam on to her back across the ground "Stay bitch" he helped Mona to straddle her face. Mona smothered Pam's face with her pussy, and then exploded soaking and drowning her with juices. As Mona moved off, Pam gasped and breathed hard seeing her cum covered face. Jerry went over the edge and started shooting hot cum all over Pam's body “Yes now you look like a cum slut doesn't she Mona" Jerry said as Mona laughed breathlessly. "Eat her cunt Mona, but don’t let her cum”. He walked out to get the final torture for Pam's rape ritual. When Jerry returned he found a sight that sent shivers through his cock. Pam was laying spread eagle with both hands fastened above her head to the poles of the table. Her legs were tied to the two sitter with her face and body glistening in pussy juice and cum. Pam was thrashing her head hard as Mona fucked her cunt with four fingers, while biting her pubic mound. "Oh you like this bitch how about this then you slut" Mona shoved hard inside her pussy twisting all her fingers. "Oh fuck please, please let me cum" Pam begged, crying hard. "Not on your life slut" Mona withdrew her hand and stood up eyeing Jerry who was lustfully rubbing his hard cock. "Now what cousin" Mona asked. "Gonna teach this bitch just how limp my dick is". Jerry yanked Pam's hair and kissed her roughly before spitting on her face, he then reached down to her pussy and groped it roughly. It made Pam scream in pain while Mona was sat on the couch rubbing her pussy. Raising his other hand he showed Pam a tube which he opened and poured on his fingers "You know what this is? It will make your pussy light on fire for a fucking my bitch and you will beg to get fucked like a ten dollar whore, only you will not be charging". Jerry and Mona laughed once again as he shoved his gel covered fingers in to her sore pussy, Mona got a two inch vibe-dildo from the bag and shoved it in. Pam jerked hard as Mona turned the vibrator on, it slowly started vibrating sending tremors along her pussy. "Oh fuck, fuck please, please stop it" she shouted and tried to remove the dildo, but was stopped by Jerry shocking her through the collar. "You will not touch your pussy, got that slut"? Jerry said coldly. "Now get up bitch and crawl to me on all fours" he ordered. Pam just laid there crying, he was about to shock her again when Mona stopped him. "Let me play with her a little cousin" she winked as she pushed a button, and the small vibrator went wild. Pam was shaking like she had been electrocuted. "Now slut be a good bitch and crawl to your master if you know what's good for you". Mona slowed the vibrator as Pam quickly complied and started crawling to Jerry. The site made his cock twitch her body glistening with juices, her tits hanging down swinging to and fro as she moved. "Mona go and fetch the camera I want to have this memory forever" Mona grinned and went out of the room. Pam stopped crawling between his legs; he stroked her hair then yanked it to see her face, she was crying hard. "Please Jerry plea..." SLAP a sting burned Pam's cheek. "You are going to call me MASTER bitch". As Jerry was slapping her she jerked, because Mona had returned and increased the vibrators pace. "Agh oh, ok please, please Master please stop". Pam jerked hard feeling as if her pussy was on fire. The small dildo's vibrating was giving tremors to her pussy walls, making her hornier and igniting her lust. "Please what slave" he teased touching her lips with his thumb. "Please master take me I'm burning please its very painful" she cried". "Well, well hear that Mona, the slut wants to be fucked" they laughed once more as Mona took her seat next to Jerry focusing the camera on Pam. "Ok slut what will you do to get fucked" asked Mona? "Anything, anything just please end this pain" she said desperately. Jerry looked at Mona each laughing "Ok bitch stand up, touch and show off your body like a whore. Repeat you want to be fucked over and over and I will fuck your cunt" he said pushing her away. Pam was so desperate that she got to her feet instantly and looking at the camera and started shouting "Fuck me, please fuck me I want to be fucked, fuck me hard oh fuck me please". Chanting these words she touched herself and dangled her breasts while pinching her nipples. "Bend over and finger your ass" Mona instructed. She obeyed by bending over and rubbing her anus. Jerry stood up and spat on Pam's hole and shoved her finger in hard. "Agh ow ah oh fuck" she screamed as he slapped her ass. "Faster bitch finger your self faster". Pam was obeying and started moving her finger faster, moaning as Mona set the vibrator on medium. "Oh God just fuck me please master, agh fuck, oh fuck me". As her crying increased Jerry and Mona became more turned on Jerry sat down again. "Now crawl to me and ask your master to spank your ass bitch". Pam fell to her knees and crawled on her fours as Mona focused on her tits dangling. "Please master spank my ass please". "Ok slut get on my lap" he ordered. Mona stood up and started filming the scene as Pam bent over his lap. "How many do you want whore" asked jerry rubbing her ass crack to her hole. "As many as my master wants" she was so broken that she submitted fully. Jerry started spanking "Thank me for this u bitch" SLAP- SLAP –SLAP. "Thank you master" was all Pam was chanting while her ass was being turned crimson. Mona shot the whole scene from many angles. Jerry stopped before again throwing Pam to the floor. "Now beg master to let you suck dick". She got on her knees and positioned herself between his legs "Master can I suck your cock please"? SLAP "Beg like the horny bitch you are" he screamed". "Please master fuck my face with your cock please" she cried as the lustful fire from her pussy was burning her body. Jerry nodded and Pam started sucking the head of his fully erected cock "Oh yeah go deep you bitch oh yes swirl that tongue around faster" he grunted as he held her head, and shoved hard in to her throat gagging her. He did not care as Mona zoomed in on her face. Jerry fucked her hard and it felt amazing as Pam's tight throat massaged his cock he shoved it deeper and held her tight as she could not breathe. She was turning blue when he finally threw her to the floor. He stood above her stroking his hard cock and to a loud grunt released spurt after spurt across Pam's face and body. “Lay still cum slut" Mona instructed as she filmed the whole scene. Finally Jerry’s cum flow stopped and he crashed on the couch panting. Mona stood over Pam focusing on her body, "Now rub the cum on your tits and lick it like a hungry greedy whore" Mona said. Pam obeyed rubbing the cum all over her body and then by licking her palm and every finger one by one. “Mmmm what a shot this is I bet it will make men shoot lots and lots of cum don't you Jerry" “Oh it’s not done yet dear cousin; come here bitch and suck me clean". Pam got up with her face dripping in cum and started licking up his shaft then down before mouthing his balls. "Oh yeah my cock slut that’s it" he spread his legs wide and yanked Pam's hair "Now give me a damn good rim job slut". Pam stepped back a little feeling disgusted; Jerry and Mona exchanged a look before both shocked Pam through their remotes. This sent her wild not knowing what to do "Ok, ok sorry master please, please" she begged. Jerry stopped, but Mona turned the vibrator to high Pam thought she was burning in flames. "Oh god just fuck me please I can't take it fuck me God please" Jerry motioned Mona and she stopped; Pam laid there gasping "Now bitch come here and beg me to suck my ass". Pam got up and shakily bent between his legs "Master may I suck your ass". SLAP "Beg harder bitch” he screamed. "Oh master let me give you a rim job please let me suck it please" Jerry nodded and Pam buried her face in his ass. Mona moved in and shot the whole scene as Pam licked around the anus and then put her lips on it and started to suck. "Oh god this whore is so good oh yeah that’s it suck it you bitch". Mona was getting hornier and she tried to rub her self; Jerry saw it "Oh how rude of me cousin not letting you enjoy this; come here darling". He kicked Pam to the ground and laid Mona down on the couch kissing her as he massaged her tits; they touched and felt each other until Jerry pulled back and stood up straight. He yanked Pam to her feet then reached down and pulled out the dildo. Pam felt relieved “Ok bitch listen up if you want your worthless cunt fucked give your mistress a good whole body lick; eat her pussy and ass and you will get your wish slut”. She nodded before bending over to start sucking and kneading her tits. Mona moaned and squirmed while Jerry started filming again". “Yes that’s it suck her nipples you filthy whore; finger her pussy". Pam slowly rubbed Mona’s clit “Oooh ah yeah bitch that’s it make me happy lick hard" Pam was so turned on she just dived in to her cunt and sucked her clit in to her mouth while tweaking her nipples hard. "Oh god this feels fucking hot ah yeah" she moaned hard as Pam tongued her wet pussy deep. Mona threw her head back and screamed while pulling Pam’s head deep in to her wet cunt. Pam shoved a finger in Mona’s pussy hard making her gasp "Yes God fuck" she screamed as Pam bit on her clit. Mona exploded on her face and Pam greedily sucked her cunt of all it’s juices as Mona laid there breathless. Pam continued by licking her anus which made Mona jerk wildly. "Please make her stop Jerry”. Jerry yanked Pam’s hair and stood her up to shoot a close up of Mona dripping cum from her mouth. He then closed the camera and looked at Pam "Now go and clean up bitch you are gonna get fucked hard tonight. I will make preparations”. He pushed Pam towards the bathroom then took Mona’s hand to help her stand up. Pam got to the bathroom and started the shower it was so soothing; the water was running down her body she lathered twice to take the dried cum off. As she rubbed her ass it started stinging so she cleaned it softly. Then she took some water and poured it on her pussy; it burned like hell the more water she poured the more it burned . "Oh God it’s worse than that fucking dildo". Pam finally cleaned herself up and when she returned there was food on the table. She surprisingly realised she was starving; after eating she laid back on the couch and started thinking of the days events. The fire in her pussy was beginning to light up; she saw the camera on the table and rewound the last recording. Instantly she started rubbing her clit when she seen the spanking and how she had sucked Jerry's dick. The cum which had covered her; she pinched her nipples as she became so horny. Then watching as she gives a rimjob and eating Mona’s pussy; she put the camera aside and started fingering her self. "Oh fuck I need to get fucked it’s so fucking hot and painful" she thought to herself. Pam was about to cum when her collar gave her an electric shock. She fell down from the couch and saw Jerry standing near her. "Oh my slut is horny is she want a cock in her fuck hole whore" he mocked. Pam got to her knees and grabbed his legs "Yes master please, please fuck me". Jerry hooked a leash to her collar and tugged her. She got the idea what he wanted and crawled on her fours. "That’s a good bitch" he led her to other room. Pam was instantly frozen to see the arrangements. There were hooks and chains dangling from the ceiling and shackles on the floor; it was like medieval dungeon. The laptop was hooked to several cameras around the room. "Ahh shit it’s not over" Pam knew. Jerry pulled Pam to him and kissed her hard while groping her ass and bit her lip then dragged her to the centre where Mona was ready. She instantly shackled her feet apart and Jerry pulled back saying "Raise your hand slut" Pam just mumbled "Please don’t agh, ahg ok, ok " she was shocked by a high volt current in her collar; she raised her hands which were simultaneously cuffed. Jerry bent down and licked her pussy giving Pam shivers. "Mmm oh yes please master please" she begged and jerry sucked in her clit and shoved a finger in while Mona spread her ass and started licking her anus. "Oh ah fuck, yes use me oh yeah please fuck me in all holes" she moaned as she closed her eyes and pulled on the handcuffs throwing back her head. What she didn't see was Jerry's other hand in which the gel covered dildo was held. As they pleasured her more and felt her nearing an orgasm they stopped and simultaneously shoved the dildos in her holes set on medium. "No oh fuck no God not this again please I have done everything you said can't..." SLAP SJAP her face stung hard. "Oh my slut you are not getting of this that easy; now smile for the camera and let many perverts see so they can jack off on you" he said mischievously "Fuck you Jerry you fucking bastard son of a bitch" she screamed furiously pulling on the cuffs. Jerry nodded to Mona and they both turned their vibrators to high and Pam felt she was being dragged on burning coal. "Ok please, please what do you want I’ll do it please stop this pleaseeeee". Jerry again nodded to Mona and they turned the vibrators to slow. "Now my sweet slut you are going to face the camera and tell your name, address, phone number and office number to the perverts watching and ask them to come and fuck you for free; got that my sweet whore" he laughed She was crying hard " Why are you doing this it will ruin my life please don't". Mona interrupted "She is right Jerry how about we make a deal we won't show this to anyone and you in return will be our little fuck toy and will do whatever we want you to agreed"? "Yes, yes anything but this please" she pleaded. "Hear that she is ready to be our little fuck toy" Mona said while squeezing her ass. "Mmm I like that" he said with lust and bit her nipple. "Aagh oh just fuck me please" she begged trying to rub her thighs together " Not just yet bitch see Mona here wants to have some fun with you and I want her to be happy so make her happy bitch”. He kissed her roughly biting her lip and then left her for Mona. "Kiss me bitch like you really mean it" Pam leaned in and Mona kissed her lips parting them with a penetrating tongue. Pam kissed her back hard sucking her tongue; Jerry just gave nudges to the vibrators fast and slow. Pam moaned hard in Mona’s mouth; Mona broke the kiss and started licking her whole body. Nibbling on her neck and slowly kneading her breasts. Pam threw her head back and moaned "Oh yes fuck yessssss". Mona's soft fingers were exploring her body then her soft lips got to her nipples and she started sucking. Jerry got hard just watching he got up behind Pam and pulled her face back to kiss her roughly while he squeezed her ass. Pam moaned in his mouth kissing him back; Mona bit her nipple and Pam’s whole body shook when Jerry spanked her ass. Mona took the dildo from her pussy and Jerry started rubbing his hard dick on her. Pam was getting wilder "Please just fuck my cunt I can't take it fuck it hard pleaseeeeeeee". "Oh baby you want to be rapped by a limp dick like this" Jerry teased just poking the head of his hard cock in her cunt and then pulling it out. "Aghhh yes oh fuck yes please rape me please" she was so desperate pulling on the cuffs. Jerry went deeper this time but pulled out again making Pam go out of her mind. “Ok let’s see what we can do" he said and uncuffed her hands while Mona released her feet; they took her to the bed and laid her on her stomach. Mona lay down in front of Pam and spread her legs “Eat my cunt slut". Jerry placed the dildo back in her pussy setting it on medium and started fucking her ass with his hard huge cock. Pam screamed as he shoved in hard to the hilt; she was slapped by Mona. "I said eat my cunt like a good bitch" Pam dived in to her pussy and started licking the clit. Jerry bent over and started pinching and pulling her nipples while still fucking her hard with speed and strength "Oh slut your ass is so tight oh I love this ass" he grunted slamming his balls on her wet pussy; which was stinging wildly with the vibrator. Pam sucked and fucked Mona’s pussy with her tongue while shoving two fingers in her ass. “Oh fuck, oh fuck bitch yes fuck me eat me bitch harder faster" Mona was so turned on as both her holes were being used by Pam. “So good oh yes Mona this slut knows how to please her masters" grunted Jerry seeing how Pam’s sucking was making Mona’s pussy dripping wet. "Fuck Jerry I am gonna cum" Mona shouted. "Drink every single drop you cum slut" he ordered and pulled her nipples hard" Mona exploded and Pam lapped up every single drop while sucking her pussy. Jerry started shaking and then he shot spurt after spurt in Pam’s ass "Oh god yes this bitch is good" he pulled out and slapped Pam’s ass. He then turned the vibrator to slow and asked Mona to come take his place Mona took the dildo out of Pam’s pussy and shoved it in her ass and turned it to full power. She started shaking and Jerry positioned himself on the bed so Pam’s mouth was on his cock. "Clean it bitch then suck it till it gets hard for you to rape yourself on it". "Would you be a dear Mona and get her worthless cunt ready for me" he said slapping Pam’s face with his semi hard damp with cum cock. "With pleasure Jerry" she said slapping Pam’s ass then kicking her feet apart to shove three fingers up and bit her clit. Pam was going crazy as Jerry held her head and shoved his member in her mouth and started thrusting hard. A full speed vibrator was up her ass, three fingers in her pussy, a tongue playing with her clit and a cock getting hard in her mouth. Pam was so close she tensed up; feeling her tension Mona released her. Pam growled on Jerry's cock and earned a hard whip from Mona with a belt. "Oh slut the only orgasm you are going to have will be when you rape your worthless cunt on my cock; got that whore" he said while fucking her face hard with his erect cock. Pam was breathing hard and gagging as he was fucking her throat it was so deep she could hardly breathe. Mona now wore a five inch long, and two and a half inch thick strap on. She started rubbing it on Pam’s very wet pussy entrance. Pam moaned on jerry's cock sending shivers down to his spine. “Oh you like that don't you, you worthless cunt yeah you like all your holes fucked at the same time. Are you a cock whore? Don't worry slut you will be fucked and fucked hard like no other slut" he grunted and fucked her more savagely, Mona just shoved hard in her making Pam scream then pulled back and repeated again and again. She felt as if Mona was tearing her pussy apart; the lust was so severe in Pam that she could not take it any more she started thrashing away. All she wanted was her pussy to be fucked and fucked so hard that the fire would subside. Jerry pulled out and collapsed on the bed gasping "Bitch almost made me cum" he laughed. Pam was now on the floor “Oh please just fuck me I have done every thing you wanted" she started crying hard. Mona retrieved the vibrator from her ass. "Ok slut hop on the bed now “he ordered; Pam stood up shakily and got on the bed. "Now slut beg master to rape your worth less cunt" he said caressing her face lightly. "Please master please fuck me" she said slowly. SLAP, SLAP "Did I use the word FUCK ? I said you shall beg me to RAPE your worthless cunt like a fuck toy at my pleasure. In fact beg me to rape your self with my cock" he suggested with a evil grin as Mona laughed and slowly rubbed Pam’s clit. Pam just collapsed " Oh master please, please let me rape my cunt with your cock please just rape me rough hard tear me apart use me like a fuck toy I don't care rape me master please" she cried and shouted hard. Jerry pulled Pam’s face to him with her hair "That’s it my slave my sweet fucking whore that’s what your master wants from you" he kissed her roughly then pushed her away "Now come on slut bounce on master's cock rape your self as hard as you can" then turning to Mona "Film every single thing I don't want to miss any angle". She got in position with the camera while Pam straddled Jerry. She lined his hard cock on her pussy just the touch made her wild; all she could think was slam down, and slam down hard, and she did. "Oh fuckkk" he shouted as Pam was a woman possessed. She was bouncing hard and fast not even stopping to breathe animalistic grunts escaping her lips as she fucked her cunt and released the pressure with her first orgasm. It was so hard her body was shaking to the core and Jerry felt as if a river had flooded on his cock. Jerry squeezed her tits hard pulling on the nipples and thrust deep inside bringing her another explosion of orgasm. "That’s it slut oh yeah mmmm harder rougher" he grunted as he threw Pam on her back and put her knees on her shoulder. “Beg me whore" he said pulling out of her. "Fuck me rape me use me destroy my cunt master fuck me hard and rough" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Jerry thrust harder in her hitting her cervix "Yes bitch I am gonna fuck you hard so hard bitch". He was moving in and out from her cunt like a piston; his ass was a blur as his speed was not human. Both were moaning constantly as Jerry bent down and bit her nipple to draw blood. Pam screamed "More, harder" she had lost count of the orgasms she had, but felt there was no stopping them. "Squeeze my cock with your pussy; milk my cum you cum slut" he said biting her like a wild beast. Pam started squeezing hard as he thrust in deep and then let loose a fantastic stream of hot cum which made Pam explode too. All Mona was seeing was a white river of juices flowing from Pam’s pussy making a puddle on the bed. She could not take it any more so she threw the camera and started sucking and eating the cream pie from the bed. As Jerry subsided he collapsed on the bed gasping while Pam laid limp her cunt oozing the juices from the hard fuck she had, but it was not over. Mona moved to Pam’s pussy and started licking every single drop of the rape juice. "Aaah oh please stop" she moaned very weakly as Mona sucked her pussy and fingered her ass; it was building the pressure in her lower belly again and when Mona bit her clit she was over the edge. "Aah this bitch so sweet I love her taste and yours with hers Jerry". Mona got up licking her lips and her fingers smiling "Well dear Mona we have the whole day tomorrow with her" he smiled as Mona licked his limp cock clean. Pam was very tired and could not believe what she had just experienced as she heard the last sentence. She smiled and was becoming tingly with anticipation for tomorrow as she slowly drifted to sleep with her hand on her ooozing well raped pussy.

Chapter 1 It was an incredible Saturday. Not a cloud in the sky. Dave had just finished his workout and was looking forward to taking a dip in the pool. They had just opened the pool for the season and he enjoyed the first dip the most. Dave and his wife both took great pride in how they looked. They both exercised daily and watched what they ate. Their 13-year-old daughter was a regular chip off the block. Dave had just put on his suit and proceeded to go out to the pool where he saw his daughter Miriam and her close friend Jen. He could not believe what he saw. Jen was just 1 month old then Miriam. Dave's wife Debbie has just bought Miriam a new bikini and he realized there was not much to it. He could not believe how turned on he was getting looking at his daughter and her friend. He did not remember them turning into such hot babes. Jen's parents Jack and Liz moved in a few houses down from them when their daughters were just 4. Debbie went over to welcome them to the neighborhood. She told them that her daughter was also 4, so she talked Liz into letting Jen come over for a play date. As soon as the 2 girls met the felt an instant connection. They were best friend from that very moment. They did everything together. If you saw one you knew the other was close at hand. When his wife Debbie came out he noticed that she also had a new bikini on, and boy did she look hot. This was just too much for him. 3 hot babes. He knew this was going to be a long day. He tried his best to not let anyone know he was checking out all the hot flesh around him. His wife noticed right away. Of course she did pick out Miriam suit with the idea of her getting noticed. She was not thinking Dave was going to be so turned on by his own daughter. The idea of him drooling over their daughter made her wet. After about 30 minutes of sun and swimming Dave decided to go up stair and change. Debbie followed 5 minutes later and found him looking out the window and watching the girls. She came over to the window to check out the view. "So how do you like your daughters new bikini?" "It’s looks ok,” he said trying to down play it. "Your such a liar. I can see how turned on you are. To tell you the truth I'm kind of turned on by looking at her too." She leaned over and kissed her husband. As they kissed he began to let his hand roam all over her firm body. He reached around and undid her top and started squeeze her firm breast, and tease her nipples. Then his hand ran down her firm stomach and slid into her bikini bottom to find his way to her pussy. He could not believe how wet she was. He pulled down them down and wanted her to lie down so her could eat her, but she want to watch the girls while he licked her wet pussy. It took no time for her to cum while he ate her. He then got behind her and started to fuck her from behind. They both could now watch the hot young teens while he fucked her from behind. "Fuck me, fuck me hard. Please fuck me as hard as you can Dave." "I can not believe how turned on you are. I love it." Then Debbie started to role-play. "Oh daddy, fuck me dad. Please fuck me like you fuck mommy. Fuck your little Miriam. Make me cum daddy. Fuck me like the daddies little slut that I am." This really turned him on. He could not believe she had cum 2 times already while fucking her. He could not take it any more. "Daddy loves fucking his hot little slut. I just so love fucking you Miriam. Daddy is going to fill your hot little pussy with his cum. Here it comes baby, take my cum like a good girl." He then shot his load deep into his wife. He must have squired 5 times into her before he was done. He was not sure but he thought she came again while he shot his load. "That was so fucking hot baby," Debbie said. "That was some of the best sex we have had in awhile. Looking at my daughter is turning me on way more then it should. Her friend Debbie is hot too. I have not tasted pussy since my college roommate. Remember her? We had some great 3 way with her" "How can I forget. That was my first 3 way. I so loved when the 2 of you sucked my cock. The first time was incredible. Then watching the 2 of you 69 was mind blowing." "Well I'm thinking that 13yo Debbie looks taste. I so want to eat her pussy. I have not felt like this in a long time. But, I really want to rip off the little bikini and teach her about lesbian love." "I'd like to pop her cherry and teach her how to suck cock and fuck like a cheap little slit. Not much chance of any of that happening. So what are the girls doing now Deb?" "I don't see them anymore. Maybe they came inside for a bite. I'll go check on them." "Maybe you should put some clothes on, looking at you and thinking of his hot daughter Jen is giving me a new boner. I'm going to want to stick someplace nice and warm real soon." "I want you again too, but it will have to wait till later" Debbie went down stairs but could not find the girls. Then she heard them talking down in the family room in the basement. She opened the door a little so she could hear what they were saying. "Miriam did you get a look at your dad? I mean I've seen him swimming before but, I never noticed how fucking hot he is. Your dad is such a stud. I could almost make out the size of his cock. I'd love to get down and suck his cock. I'd let him fuck me and pop my cherry with that cock. You have no idea how wet I am thinking of him." "JEN!!" Miriam shouted. "Stop that. That my dad you're talking about!!! I don't like you thinking of him as some stud. Besides if he's anyone stud he's mine. Well my mom that is. Jen I hate to say it, but if he were not my dad I'd let him fuck me too. I'd love to give up my cherry to him too. But he is my dad and I can't do that. Or can I?" That last part she said with a devilish smile on her face. Debbie could not believe what she heard. Those 2 sweet little girls are on the verge to becoming little slut. They just needed a little push. And she was in the mood to make this happen. She was going to come up with a plan where she would get to teach both girls about lesbian sex, and Dave would be busying teach cock sucking and fucking 101. I think it's time to get out a couple bottles of wine to get us all in the right mood. She went back upstairs and found her husband taking a shower and decided to get naked and just in with him. "Dave you will not believe what I just heard. Those 2 sweet little girls where talking about how they both want to get fucked. And they both are hot your cock. I think there is a good chance you'll get to pop 2 cherries tonight, and I'll get to taste 2 hot young pussies. How does that make you feel?” Looking down at her husband’s stiff cock she already knew the answer. "So what do we do now Deb?" Well I was thinking about fixing lunch for all of us. I think they are old enough for wine with lunch. Maybe 1 or 2 R rated movies after lunch. If things get really hot I have a good X-rated movie we can also watch. I want to see how hot we can get the girls. I want their little pussies begging for attention. Then I'll take Jen while you take Miriam. Then we can switch. Damn I'm so turned on I cannot stand it. Fuck me right now her in the shower." Jen and Miriam could not believe they were drinking wine with lunch. It tasted good, and made them both feel grown up. It also made them feel funny, a little light headed. They also started to feel a little horny too. Miriam felt her pussy itching for attention. She wanted to go to the bathroom and rub her pussy but there was too many people around. Jen was feeling the same way. All they 2 girls could think about was how hot Dave looked in his bathing suit. When lunch was done Debbie told the girls they could not go swimming for awhile so why not go down stairs and watch a new movie she just picked. She told them she had not seen it yet but that it was supposed to be good and a little racy. She lied. She had seen it a few time, it was an R rated movie with lots of sex scenes. Since it was only R rated there was no scenes with hard cocks, but their were scenes show a few guys naked and their cocks hanging down. Lots of cock sucking and fucking. You just could not see much of that action. The all went downstairs to watch the movie. Deb made a big batch of popcorn and brought a fresh bottle of wine and 4 glasses. The movie started and with in a few minutes the 2 teens got their first view of 2 big cocks. There was even one scene that showed 2 hot ladies having sex. Deb and Dave watch the girls as their eyes almost popped out of their heads. Debbie made sure the girls glasses had wine for them to drink. The 2 girls were still in their bikinis. They should have been dry by now. Their bikini bottoms were so wet from pussy juice it was noticeable from across the room. This turned both Dave and Debbie on, Dave was hard and Debbie's own pussy was leaking and making her bikini bottom just as wet as the 2 girls. When the movie was finally done the 2 girls just wanted to find someplace they could be alone and rub their horny littles pussies. Neither one of them had ever been so fucking horny in their lives. Debbie had other ideas. She then pop in another movie. She said this one was not as naughty as the other. She lied again. This was a very dirty XXX movie with lots of hot sex. Including 2 girl on girl and 1 old guy young girls action. Well if the girls were hot before their little virgin pussies were on fire now. Dave had gone upstairs before the movie was over and was waiting for his daughter in his bedroom. He heard her run up the stairs and knew she was going to find a place to rub her burning pussy. That was not going to happen. He called to her and asked her to come into his room. When she got their and saw her father lying in the bed almost naked. After all the sex she saw in the movies she was almost drooling at the sight of her father. "Come on over and cuddle with your father. You know it has been a while since we just cuddled and talked about what is going on in your life." She really wanted to go and masturbate but she did not want to miss out on the opportunity to get close to his sexy body. "Miriam, you and Jen have become 2 lovely young ladies. I cannot believe I have not notice how hot the 2 of you have gotten." She could not believe her father just said he thought she was hot. If this was just some guy she would have leaned over and kissed him. She just smiled up at her dad and said "you know your pretty hot too dad." As soon as she said it she could not believe she just said that to her own father. What he must think of her. She found out quickly. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. Not a long one, just a nice little kiss which she returned warmly. She just smiled at him and did not move. He took a chance and leaned in again and gave a longer hot kiss which she again returned with just as much warmth. She could not believe she was kissing her own dad like this and must wanted more. Then his tongue started to lick her lips. That sent a wave of excitement throughout her body. She opened her mouth and let his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue found his as they kissed like that for about 5 or 10 minutes. During this time he let his hand explore the young firm body of his hot daughter. He first pulled the top of her bikini up to expose her firm tits. He squeezed her firm tits and pinch her nipples. As he did that she moaned into his mouth letting him know how much she love it. She could not believe it when her father's hand started to move down her stomach and started to rub her pussy though her we bikini bottom. She knew hot wet she was and now her father knew how hot she was. When he slip his hand inside her bottoms and touched her pussy it was just to much for her. She broke the kiss and just moaned "Yes daddy, rub my hot pussy, oh daddy I'm so fucking horny. Please finger fuck your little girl and make me cum. I need to cum so badly I can't stand it. That's it daddy I'm cumming, I'm cumming hard, finger fuck me good." With that her body went into a spasms and she came for almost a full minute soaking her fathers hand, her bikini bottom and making a big wet spot on the bed. "Daddy, I can't believe what we just did. This is just so wrong yet I loved every second of it, and I want more." Dave said " this is just the beginning baby. I think your pussy still needs more attention." With that he reach down and pulled her bottoms off and spread her legs so he could get a good look at that hot virgin pussy of her. "Daddy, we can't. I mean I want to in the worst way but what about mom and Jen. When if they come up stairs while your eating me." "Don't worry baby. Your mother is very busy and won't be bothering us for a long time. He then pulled off his suit so that both of them were in bed naked. She had seen a couple of cock before but not one as big as her fathers. She reach out her hand and started to stroke it. "Oh baby. that feels so good. Stroke your father hard cock. I want to eat your pussy baby." "Oh yea daddy please eat me. Can I suck your cock while you eat me? Please." He could not believe what a slut his daughter could be. He loved it. "Sure baby, I'll teach you how to suck and deep throat my cock." He could tell she was still new a sucking cock but had some practice. After some instruction she started to take it further down each time. Damn she was a quick learner. It did not take long before she was able to suck down all of his cock. He could feel the head of his cock moving in and out of her throat. He did not want to cum there just yet. While she was doing that he proceeded to eat her hot pussy she came 2 more times. His face was very wet from his daughters pussy and he as in heaven over it. Even though he love the feel of his cock slipping in out of his daughter hot mouth he wanted to put in into her hot virgin pussy and give her, her first fuck. "I need you to stop for now baby. I think its time to show you how good it feels to have a hard cock inside your sweet pussy. How does that sound to you baby?" "Oh fuck daddy yes, yes yes. Please fuck you little baby girl. Fuck me like the girls on that porn movie. I want your cock inside me so much I can't stand it." "ok then baby. just roll over and spread your legs wide for me baby." He proceeded to position himself between her wide spread legs and started to rub the head of his cock up and down her pussy. He found the opening he was looking for and gently pushed the head of his cock into to her pussy. She gave a little gasp as she felt him enter her. Till this time she had only slipped in fingers into her tight hole. She could feel her pussy being stretched wide as he entered her. Then he reached her hymen. He pushed against it a few time but he could tell this hurt her. "Honey, I'm really sorry but this is going to hurt, but only for a minutes or 2." He then pulled back until he was almost out and pushed back in as hard as he could. He felt himself break thought the hymen and enter her virgin pussy. She gave out a yelp and started to cry a little. He just stayed like that with his cock buried deep into her pussy until she stop crying. "You feeling better now baby?" "Yes daddy. I'm Ok. Can we start fucking now?" He smiled at himself. He could not believe he was really fucking his own daughter, let alone her begging him to fuck her like the girls on the porn movie. He started to slide in and out of her pussy. It was so wet and tight. It was incredible. As much as he love it, she was loving it more then he did. It was the best feeling she ever had in her life. She knew she was going to want to fuck him as often as she could. He continued to fuck her, making her cum 2 more times. He could take it more longer. He did not want to cum in her pussy, at least not until she was on the pill. He pulled out of her pussy and moved so that she could take his cock into her mouth again. Now she could taste her pussy all over his cock, she loved how her pussy tasted on his cock. It only took about a minute of sucking before he gave his daughter her first taste of him cum, and boy did she love it. After wards they just cuddled. No long just father and daughter, now lovers. They both knew things would never be the same. "Daddy where is mommy anyway?" "Oh baby she is down stairs with Jen. They are getting to know each other very well." "What do you mean daddy?" "Don't worry you'll find out soon enough." He just laved there feeling good about what just happen and thinking about what was to come. He was looking forward to repeating this downstairs with that hot little slut Jen. Next chapter, Debbie teaches Jen about lesbian love, and what a quick learning she turns out to be.

Chapter 2 Jen was alone downstairs in the family room sitting on the couch. She really needed some alone time. Her pussy was begging for some attention. She needed to masturbate in the worst way. She slipped her right hand into to wet bikini bottoms and started to rub her pussy. She could not get over just how wet she was. She play with herself for a few minutes, and was just about to start to play with her tits when she heard someone start to come downstairs. She pulled her hand away from her pussy and looked up. It was debbie and she had 2 glasses of wine in her hands. Jen was still buzzing from the wine she already drank but she took and glass and drank about half of it. Debbie looked down at this hot little slut and smiled at herself. She was looking forward to eating her virgin pussy. Debbie sat down next to Jen on the couch. Very close to Jen, close enough for their skin to touch. Debbie finished off her glass of wine and told Jen to go ahead and finish off her glass. She took the glass from her hand. "How you feeling Jen? You look a little warm." "I guess I'm a little drunk, maybe more then a little. I never drank wine before. I also feel warm all over" She was kinda enjoying the feel of her skin rubbing up against Debbie's. Debbie put her arm around Jen and pulled her close. "Feels kinda nice to be a little drunk don't you think Jen? Jen looked up at debbie and just smiled. "Jen, you know your really becoming a very pretty and sexy young lady. Did you enjoy the movies? "I kinda like that kind of stuff." Debbie looked deep into Jen's eyes and said, "Jen, have you ever kissed another women before?" Jen just shook her head. Debbie could not control herself any longer, she leaned down and kissed Jen full on the lips. At first Jen just sat there not knowing what to do. Then she started to kiss back. This got Debbie even hotter and bolder. She start to move her lips as she kissed Jen. Then she let her tongue lick Jens lips. Jen let her mouth open and allow Debbie's tongue enter her mouth. Their tongues start to do a delicate dance inside Jen's mouth. Debbie could feel her pussy getting very wet. She then let her right hand start to roam all over Jen's young firm body, the she moved it to rub Jen's pussy though her wet bikini bottoms. Seeing how wet the crotch of Jen's bikini was she started to rub her pussy. Jen started to moan as Debbie continues to play with her pussy. Then Debbie decided to reach into her bottoms. As soon as Debbies fingers touched Jen's pussy she moaned into Debbie's mouth. Jen then reach into Debbies bikini bottoms and started to play with her pussy. Debbie was in heaven. Jen did not last long, within a few minutes Jen started to cum and cum hard. Jen broke the kiss and started to moan "Rub my pussy Debbie, rub my hot pussy and make me cum. This feels so much better then anytime I rubbed my own pussy. Oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. I love you Debbie. oh god yes, yes yes,". She just kept cumming and cumming. Finally it began to reside and she was able to catch her breath. "Debbie, I have never done like that." "Well Jen I have done it before, and I plan on doing much more to you." With that she proceeded to remove Jen's bikini leaving her naked. She then removed her bikini so that she too was naked. She leaned over and started to kiss Jen again. After a few minutes she broke off the kiss and started to lick and kiss her way down to her tits. She took a few minutes to lick and suck on those young firm tits and bite her nipples. She then started down again till she got to Jen's still wet little cunt. She pulled he legs apart and started to eat her pussy. Jen layed back with her eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of Debbie eating her pussy. She never felt anything like it before but she knew she loved it and wanted lots more of it. Debbie used all her talents she learned when she used to eat her college roommate's pussy. It was not long before Jen was moaning and grabbing Debbies head and pulling it to her pussy to make sure Debbie would not stop until she came again. It did not take long to Jen to have another mind blowing orgasm. She could not believe she came again so soon. "Did you like that too baby." Jen said "Yes, I loved it. I never felt anything like it." "well then Jen, now it's your turn." with that Debbie leaned back and spread her legs wide. "Time for you to thank me to making you feel so good by making me feel good to. Time for you to learn about eating pussy." Debbie did not have to say it twice. Jen got down on her knees and start to lick Debbie's pussy. She was not sure what to do, but with some guidance from Debbie Jen was soon licking Debbie pussy and making her squirm. "Jen baby, your learning really fast. That feels so fucking good. No guy can ever eat pussy like a girl can. Oh baby. eat my pussy baby, eat mommy's pussy real good. Make your mommy cum baby." This took Jen by surprise. She was kinda turned on by Debbie say "eat mommy's pussy" She make her use her tongue even harder. It was not long before Debbie was cumming too. "Jen baby. that was incredible. I loved you eating my pussy." "Debbie, I kinda like you saying 'eat mommy's pussy'" "Really, then I want you to start calling me mommy while we are having sex. Is that ok with you?" "Yes, it just fine with me. ... mommy" This gave Debbie a special thrill. Debbie reach down to Jen and pulled her up to herself, and they started to kiss. After about 5 or 10 minutes both girls were feels their pussies start to get hot again. Jen was on top of Debbie at this point. Debbie told Jen to turn around. She was not sure what she meant at first but got the idea after about a minutes. It turned out that Debbie want to 69 with Jens. Before long they were going wild eating each other's pussies. "oh mommy I so love the taste of your pussy, and I love how you eat my pussy mommy. Eat my pussy mommy, eat your little girl's pussy good, and I'll eat your pussy good to mommy." The continues to lick each other for about 15 minutes. They both started to cum again. After a couple of minutes Jen crawled off of Debbie and layed down on her back on the couch. She never felt to good in her life. "Would you like a drink of water baby?" "Yes please." Debbie just looked at Jen. "I mean, Yes mommy, may I please have a glass of water" "sure baby. anything for mommy hot little slut." With that she went upstairs, still naked and still wanting more pussy. Now she was looking forward to tasting Mariam's pussy. It should be a well fucked pussy by now. She should be well on her way to being a little slut. First her daddy's little slut, now to make her mommy's little slut. She stop for a minute to take one more look at Jen sleeping on the couch naked. This would be the last time she would she her as a virgin. She was sure she would take to cock the same way she took to pussy. This thought make her smile. She then continued going upstairs hoping to catch her husband and daughter fucking their brains out. Next, Jen's gives up her cherry to Dave.

My wife, Nicole, was 5 months pregnant while our second child when she returned to our hometown to visit family and friends while she was still physically able. I stayed home with our first born child in order that Nicole could be free to catch up with relatives and friends without having to deal with a 3 year-old. She decided she would stay with her dad, Frank, and step mom, Carol, since they had a spare bedroom and were centrally located to other people she wished to see. Her dad is a life-long carpenter and is in good physical condition. His downfall is that he drinks beer frequently over the weekends. When Nicole returned home from her trip, she wasn’t quite herself. After a few attempts at inquiring what was on her mind, she told me the following incident in order to ease her conscience: She arrived at her dad’s house from the airport Friday evening at 8 PM. Her dad was already in bed, so she unpacked her bags, ate leftovers with her step mom, and told Carol she would spend time with him on Saturday. Carol said she would be gone all day Saturday to help her daughter move into a new apartment, but that would give Nicole and Frank plenty of time to catch up. Saturday morning was a typical Midwest day with gloomy skies and drizzle. Nicole woke up around 11 AM and ate some breakfast with her dad who had gotten up earlier. They moved to the living room where Nicole gently sat her pregnant self on the couch while her dad sat in his recliner with a beer. After several trips to the fridge for a beer refill, he sat beside his lovely daughter and rubbed her shoulder and neck as she discussed her career, the progress of our first child, and other matters. She then listened to him mention his troubles with job security, financial issues, and concern that he was missing out on his grandchildren’s lives. He said that his new wife wasn’t giving him the kind of love she had years earlier which caused his first divorce from Nicole’s mother. Nicole sat and listened, but now that she was talking and he was stroking her neck and running his fingers through her hair, she felt at ease. This was, after all, her father who she loved and who had made sure she never went without a care. He made her feel comfortable as he sat beside her with his caressing touch. He got up to get another beer, and Nicole excused herself to go shower since she hadn’t taken one since she arrived and the Midwest humidity was getting to her. While she stood in the shower, the cool water cascading over her had puckered her nipples and brought goosebumps over her skin. She watched the water run over her slight bulge of a pregnant belly and placed her hands on it wondering if the cool water would make our baby kick. She closed her eyes and had a wicked thought. She decided to shave her body smooth. After the shower and shave, she looked at herself in the mirror of the bathroom and realized she would follow through on helping give her father what he had been missing. Still naked, she retreated to the guest bedroom where she lay naked on the queen-sized bed. She hadn’t seen nor heard her father since he got up to get another beer, so she called to him saying she needed to see him. As he entered the room with a beer in hand, his eyes lit up at the sight of his young pregnant daughter laying on her back wearing only a smile. Without a word, Frank left the room and ran to his own bedroom. Nicole thought she may have frightened him off, but in less than thirty seconds, he was back in her bedroom with a condom wrapper in one hand and his empty beer bottle in the other. He was wearing only his white brief underwear now. He walked over to the edge of the bed and was shaking with excitement. Nicole tugged down his briefs and firmly grasped his penis in her left hand as her right hand grabbed his ass cheek. Frank’s eyes looked down at his daughter holding him and stroking his 6-inch cock. Nicole had two nasty thoughts, but didn’t tell me what one was until later. The other thought she had was to suck her father’s cock, knowing it was the same one that made her twenty-three years earlier, but since he hadn’t showered she decided to just lick the tip and smile up at him. That drove him crazy! He rubbed her bare breast between his fingers giving the nipple a slight tug. Nicole gasped and gave him a devilish grin. Quickly, he opened the condom wrapper and stepped back to roll it down his shaft. He went to the foot of the bed and climbed up between his daughter’s spread legs ready to penetrate her with his rubber-covered prick. As he was about to gain entrance to my pregnant wife’s vagina, she stopped him by grabbing his dick. She looked up at him and said, “No, Daddy. You don’t need one of these this time. I want to feel my Daddy’s cum in me.” Nicole unrolled the condom and tossed it over the side of the bed. She guided him into her and closed her eyes feeling her father’s warmth enter her. He kissed her breasts which were growing larger preparing for milk. She just remained focused on feeling him thrust his baby maker in and out of her freshly-shaved cunt. Nicole smelled the beer on his breath as he leaned over to kiss his daughter’s lips. She kissed him back knowing she was making him happy and loved. Within five minutes, Frank was ready to put his sperm into his daughter’s already pregnant womb. He looked down at her and asked, “Are you sure I can do it inside you? You really don’t mind having your dad’s sperm in you?” “Give it to me, Daddy. Give that same sperm that made me. Fuck your baby girl! Cum inside me and knock me up again!” That sent Frank over the edge and he began spurting his spunk deep inside Nicole, covering my unborn baby in her grandpa’s semen. Nicole said she felt the sperm shooting into her womb and then revealed to me her second nasty thought. She wanted her dad to get her pregnant. She said it must just be natural for a girl to want to breed with her dad because it felt so good and wicked. She never gave a thought about how I would feel while she lay under her dad filling her with life-giving sperm. She only felt a desire to have him again, and she did. After he had pulled out and got up to get a towel from the bathroom, she reached down to grab some cum running out of her well-fucked cunt. She tasted her pearl-coated fingers and showed Frank his sperm on her tongue as he returned with the towel. He couldn’t believe how sexy his daughter had become. She swallowed his cum and then sucked his cock. Nicole said she wanted to taste it straight from the source. Frank took a quick shower and they had a second round of consensual incest on the living room floor with her getting pounded by her daddy doggy style as she rested on the couch. She loved having her father fuck her from behind and fill her bred body with his bare penis emptying his seed into his little girl. They had just cleaned up from their second round when Carol was opening the garage door. Apparently, she was oblivious to the smells and looks on her husband and step daughter. Either that or she just didn’t care. Needless to say, Nicole wasn’t anxious to tell me what happened. She thought I may leave her or beat up my father in-law whenever I next saw him. However, she didn’t realize that I found it a major turn on. I told her that I was going to have a vasectomy after the birth of our second child, but if she wanted more children, she knew where to go. She smiled at me and was happy to know I wasn’t mad. Now, two years later, as we are making love, I think about that visit she had and how she didn’t care that her own father was pouring his seed into her. She knows what it does to me and whispers, “Cum in me, Daddy. Knock me up again.” I wonder what will happen when he comes out to visit us. Can I watch?

Chapter 2 As Frank brought his hard cock to another bout of cum splattering ecstacy, his little 12 year old brother Brian was doing the same in the bedroom next door. Curiously, he had started his masturbation frenzy on exactly the same day as Frank, and was matching his older brother stride for stride, stroke for stroke. His thoughts were very similar too, always involving his mum in some lascivious and lurid action in various parts of the house. Brian’s introduction to this whole new sensorial extravaganza occurred very shortly after Frank’s. “Oh my God! Oh my fucking God” exclaimed Sandra as she leaned back against the door, closing her bedroom to the outside world. She closed her eyes and took in what had just happened in the bathroom. “Mum! That’s swearing!” Sandra’s eyes flew open. She turned her head slightly and there was Brian, stood by the chest of drawers. “What the f......!!” she stopped herself. “What are you DOING in here Brian!?” Their eyes met and Sandra realised that Brian was naked from the waist down and his thighs, bottom and all over his cock and balls were covered in mud. Brian suddenly became very aware of his semi-nakedness and tried to cover up. In his left hand was a pair of Sandra’s panties, apparently taken from the top drawer of the chest of drawers. The realisation that her younger son was holding a pair of her black lace panties against his cock sent a sudden shiver up Sandra’s spine and she unconsciously licked her lips. Brian sensed his guilty-looking situation and his words came out in a nervous rush “Ummm, I was practising my skills in the garden and I fell over. Kinda got my shorts dirty so I was looking for some clean ones in my room but I couldn’t find any, so I came in here, thought they might have got put in here accidentally but ummm, I can’t find them so....” Sandra cut him off. “Brian. Look at the state of you. Jesus boy, you’re getting my panties all dirty. Put them down!” Brian hesitated and Sandra moved over round the bed and stood in front of him. She took the panties out of his hand and put them on the chest of drawers. Brian’s hands didn’t move. “Let me see Brian. Let mummy see the mess you have made.” She smiled inwardly at the use of the word mummy again. Brian reluctantly, slowly moved his hands away until they were at his side. Sandra sat on the bed to closer inspect her son’s predicament. She reached out with her right hand and stroked the inner thigh of his right leg. She stroked her hand up higher and Brian jumped. “It’s OK sweetie, mummy’s just checking.” Checking what? He thought. Sandra watched his cock intently as she moved her hand round to his arse. She saw it twitch and a slight moan escaped her lips. It wasn’t as big as Frank’s she thought, but it was certainly a nice size and it would certainly feel great in her pussy. She was momentarily shocked at herself for having such thoughts, but as she sought to regain control of herself, she noticed his cock starting to get hard. “Err, mum, should I go and shower?” “I’m sorry baby. Mummy has used all the hot water. I’ll have to clean you instead.” “Umm. OK.” There was a long pause as Sandra dropped to her knees in front of her son, both her hands now wantonly stroking his ass cheeks. “How?” She looked up at her son, his cheeks flushed, gulping as he tried to stop his cock getting stiff. “Like this baby,” she smiled at him and then continuing to look in his eyes, to Brian’s wonder, amazement she took hold of his cock and lifted it to point at the ceiling, and ran her tongue all the way from his little balls to the tip of his cock. He was stone hard instantly. She pulled her tongue up a little above his cockhead, a string of saliva forming between the two, then she opened her lips and slowly wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked his 5 inch, hard, smooth cock all the way into her hungry mouth. All Brian could do was gurgle in wonderment, like a new born baby taking milk from its mother, his sounds indistinct. His mum, with the lips that had kissed him goodnight, that had formed the words to tell him to clean his room, were now sliding slowly up and down his hard cock. His balls had a little mud on them and as Sandra swooped down filling her mouth with his cock, her tongue flicked out and washed his balls, getting a little mud on her tongue as she continued to engulf him in her warm wet mouth. Her hands still stroked his ass cheeks and now she grabbed them more firmly, pulling her son into her mouth and opening his cheeks so she could run her finger over his tight arsehole. “Are you dirty here too Brian?” Sandra pulled her mouth from his cock long enough to ask. Before he could answer she turned him round and slapped him lightly on his butt. “Bend over honey,” she ordered and Brian, his brain a fog of emotions did as he was told. He put his hands on the chest of drawers and his face down, his nose buried in his mum’s panties that were until very recently, hiding his privates from his mum’s inquisitive gaze. He inhaled deeply as he heard his mum ask him to spread his feet. He did, of course, and Sandra pulled his cheeks open. “Oh baby, you ARE a little dirty there. Let mummy clean it.” For the briefest of moments Sandra asked herself what the fuck she was doing. It was the briefest of moments. The sight of her 12 year old son’s arsehole in front of her drove her wild and she moved in fast, her tongue licking at his puckered ring, trying to push it inside. She pulled as much spit into her mouth as she could and spat on his hole, then pushed her middle finger in a little, forcing the saliva inside. Brian moaned above her, licking his mummy’s panties, holding them to his face. Sandra tried to push her tongue inside her son’s hole but it was so tight. She opened her mouth and glued her lips to his hole and started to lick and suck. She took her hand down and pushed two fingers inside herself, fucking for a few strokes then she brought her hand through between his legs and grabbed his throbbing swollen cock, lubricating it with her juices. She pumped it hard. Almost instantly Brian felt the most unusual sensation. Like a volcano about to erupt from his body. He cried out in his confusion and lust. “Mummy, mummy, I’m....I....mummy!” Reluctantly she pulled her face from his arsehole and scooting round she pushed her face between his mud caked legs and took him in one movement into her mouth. As she sat on the carpet of her bedroom she sucked furiously, wanting his hot young cum to fill her mouth, her throat and her belly. Brian, with hundreds of thousands of evolutionary biology years behind him, started to fuck his mum’s mouth. He could not stop. Did not want to. And nor did she want him to. They both felt the surge from his balls and she ground his cock into her throat, mewling, purring, wanting his cum. He tensed. His balls tightened. His cum shot out of his cock in long hot bursts. One then two. Holding his mother’s head in his hands, not wanting to let her go, though she wouldn’t have moved for anything. A third burst, a fourth. Filling his mums mouth. Pulling out and shoving back in again. More cum pulsing from his cock. A fifth, a sixth. I’m never going to stop, he thought, slightly concerned. Until finally it slowed. His mum continued to nurse on his cock, making sure she sucked up every last drop. None had escaped from her mouth and as Brian collapsed onto the bed next to him his mum stood before him and opened her mouth to show her little boy how much cum he had produced. Brian was speechless. Sandra made a great show of swallowing the cum. “Baby, that was delicious.” She opened her towel showing Brian her naked body and continued. “But you are still dirty and now you’ve got my bed dirty.” She shook her head at him smiling. “Now go and get cleaned up with a cloth and I’ll find you some shorts.” Brian sat there dumbfounded. What had just happened? God how he loved her. But....what happened? “Today would be nice mister,” she gently chided him. He stood up. “Sure mum” and he left the room to go and clean up the mess his mother hadn’t managed to.

Dianne goes to the doctor, and says, "Doctor, I've got a bit of a problem. I'll have to take my clothes off to show you." The doctor tells her to go behind the screen and disrobe. She does so, and the doctor goes round to see her when she is ready. "Well, what is it?" he asks. "It's a bit embarrassing," she replies. "These two green circles have appeared on the inside of my thighs." The doctor examines her and finally admits he has no idea what the cause is. Then he suddenly asks, "Is your boyfriend a Harley rider?" The woman blushes and says, "Well, actually he is." "That's the problem," the doctor says. "Tell him his earrings aren't real gold."

Chapter 1 It was an incredible Saturday. Not a cloud in the sky. Dave had just finished his workout and was looking forward to taking a dip in the pool. They had just opened the pool for the season and he enjoyed the first dip the most. Dave and his wife both took great pride in how they looked. They both exercised daily and watched what they ate. Their 13-year-old daughter was a regular chip off the block. Dave had just put on his suit and proceeded to go out to the pool where he saw his daughter Miriam and her close friend Jen. He could not believe what he saw. Jen was just 1 month old then Miriam. Dave's wife Debbie has just bought Miriam a new bikini and he realized there was not much to it. He could not believe how turned on he was getting looking at his daughter and her friend. He did not remember them turning into such hot babes. Jen's parents Jack and Liz moved in a few houses down from them when their daughters were just 4. Debbie went over to welcome them to the neighborhood. She told them that her daughter was also 4, so she talked Liz into letting Jen come over for a play date. As soon as the 2 girls met the felt an instant connection. They were best friend from that very moment. They did everything together. If you saw one you knew the other was close at hand. When his wife Debbie came out he noticed that she also had a new bikini on, and boy did she look hot. This was just too much for him. 3 hot babes. He knew this was going to be a long day. He tried his best to not let anyone know he was checking out all the hot flesh around him. His wife noticed right away. Of course she did pick out Miriam suit with the idea of her getting noticed. She was not thinking Dave was going to be so turned on by his own daughter. The idea of him drooling over their daughter made her wet. After about 30 minutes of sun and swimming Dave decided to go up stair and change. Debbie followed 5 minutes later and found him looking out the window and watching the girls. She came over to the window to check out the view. "So how do you like your daughters new bikini?" "It’s looks ok,” he said trying to down play it. "Your such a liar. I can see how turned on you are. To tell you the truth I'm kind of turned on by looking at her too." She leaned over and kissed her husband. As they kissed he began to let his hand roam all over her firm body. He reached around and undid her top and started squeeze her firm breast, and tease her nipples. Then his hand ran down her firm stomach and slid into her bikini bottom to find his way to her pussy. He could not believe how wet she was. He pulled down them down and wanted her to lie down so her could eat her, but she want to watch the girls while he licked her wet pussy. It took no time for her to cum while he ate her. He then got behind her and started to fuck her from behind. They both could now watch the hot young teens while he fucked her from behind. "Fuck me, fuck me hard. Please fuck me as hard as you can Dave." "I can not believe how turned on you are. I love it." Then Debbie started to role-play. "Oh daddy, fuck me dad. Please fuck me like you fuck mommy. Fuck your little Miriam. Make me cum daddy. Fuck me like the daddies little slut that I am." This really turned him on. He could not believe she had cum 2 times already while fucking her. He could not take it any more. "Daddy loves fucking his hot little slut. I just so love fucking you Miriam. Daddy is going to fill your hot little pussy with his cum. Here it comes baby, take my cum like a good girl." He then shot his load deep into his wife. He must have squired 5 times into her before he was done. He was not sure but he thought she came again while he shot his load. "That was so fucking hot baby," Debbie said. "That was some of the best sex we have had in awhile. Looking at my daughter is turning me on way more then it should. Her friend Debbie is hot too. I have not tasted pussy since my college roommate. Remember her? We had some great 3 way with her" "How can I forget. That was my first 3 way. I so loved when the 2 of you sucked my cock. The first time was incredible. Then watching the 2 of you 69 was mind blowing." "Well I'm thinking that 13yo Debbie looks taste. I so want to eat her pussy. I have not felt like this in a long time. But, I really want to rip off the little bikini and teach her about lesbian love." "I'd like to pop her cherry and teach her how to suck cock and fuck like a cheap little slit. Not much chance of any of that happening. So what are the girls doing now Deb?" "I don't see them anymore. Maybe they came inside for a bite. I'll go check on them." "Maybe you should put some clothes on, looking at you and thinking of his hot daughter Jen is giving me a new boner. I'm going to want to stick someplace nice and warm real soon." "I want you again too, but it will have to wait till later" Debbie went down stairs but could not find the girls. Then she heard them talking down in the family room in the basement. She opened the door a little so she could hear what they were saying. "Miriam did you get a look at your dad? I mean I've seen him swimming before but, I never noticed how fucking hot he is. Your dad is such a stud. I could almost make out the size of his cock. I'd love to get down and suck his cock. I'd let him fuck me and pop my cherry with that cock. You have no idea how wet I am thinking of him." "JEN!!" Miriam shouted. "Stop that. That my dad you're talking about!!! I don't like you thinking of him as some stud. Besides if he's anyone stud he's mine. Well my mom that is. Jen I hate to say it, but if he were not my dad I'd let him fuck me too. I'd love to give up my cherry to him too. But he is my dad and I can't do that. Or can I?" That last part she said with a devilish smile on her face. Debbie could not believe what she heard. Those 2 sweet little girls are on the verge to becoming little slut. They just needed a little push. And she was in the mood to make this happen. She was going to come up with a plan where she would get to teach both girls about lesbian sex, and Dave would be busying teach cock sucking and fucking 101. I think it's time to get out a couple bottles of wine to get us all in the right mood. She went back upstairs and found her husband taking a shower and decided to get naked and just in with him. "Dave you will not believe what I just heard. Those 2 sweet little girls where talking about how they both want to get fucked. And they both are hot your cock. I think there is a good chance you'll get to pop 2 cherries tonight, and I'll get to taste 2 hot young pussies. How does that make you feel?” Looking down at her husband’s stiff cock she already knew the answer. "So what do we do now Deb?" Well I was thinking about fixing lunch for all of us. I think they are old enough for wine with lunch. Maybe 1 or 2 R rated movies after lunch. If things get really hot I have a good X-rated movie we can also watch. I want to see how hot we can get the girls. I want their little pussies begging for attention. Then I'll take Jen while you take Miriam. Then we can switch. Damn I'm so turned on I cannot stand it. Fuck me right now her in the shower." Jen and Miriam could not believe they were drinking wine with lunch. It tasted good, and made them both feel grown up. It also made them feel funny, a little light headed. They also started to feel a little horny too. Miriam felt her pussy itching for attention. She wanted to go to the bathroom and rub her pussy but there was too many people around. Jen was feeling the same way. All they 2 girls could think about was how hot Dave looked in his bathing suit. When lunch was done Debbie told the girls they could not go swimming for awhile so why not go down stairs and watch a new movie she just picked. She told them she had not seen it yet but that it was supposed to be good and a little racy. She lied. She had seen it a few time, it was an R rated movie with lots of sex scenes. Since it was only R rated there was no scenes with hard cocks, but their were scenes show a few guys naked and their cocks hanging down. Lots of cock sucking and fucking. You just could not see much of that action. The all went downstairs to watch the movie. Deb made a big batch of popcorn and brought a fresh bottle of wine and 4 glasses. The movie started and with in a few minutes the 2 teens got their first view of 2 big cocks. There was even one scene that showed 2 hot ladies having sex. Deb and Dave watch the girls as their eyes almost popped out of their heads. Debbie made sure the girls glasses had wine for them to drink. The 2 girls were still in their bikinis. They should have been dry by now. Their bikini bottoms were so wet from pussy juice it was noticeable from across the room. This turned both Dave and Debbie on, Dave was hard and Debbie's own pussy was leaking and making her bikini bottom just as wet as the 2 girls. When the movie was finally done the 2 girls just wanted to find someplace they could be alone and rub their horny littles pussies. Neither one of them had ever been so fucking horny in their lives. Debbie had other ideas. She then pop in another movie. She said this one was not as naughty as the other. She lied again. This was a very dirty XXX movie with lots of hot sex. Including 2 girl on girl and 1 old guy young girls action. Well if the girls were hot before their little virgin pussies were on fire now. Dave had gone upstairs before the movie was over and was waiting for his daughter in his bedroom. He heard her run up the stairs and knew she was going to find a place to rub her burning pussy. That was not going to happen. He called to her and asked her to come into his room. When she got their and saw her father lying in the bed almost naked. After all the sex she saw in the movies she was almost drooling at the sight of her father. "Come on over and cuddle with your father. You know it has been a while since we just cuddled and talked about what is going on in your life." She really wanted to go and masturbate but she did not want to miss out on the opportunity to get close to his sexy body. "Miriam, you and Jen have become 2 lovely young ladies. I cannot believe I have not notice how hot the 2 of you have gotten." She could not believe her father just said he thought she was hot. If this was just some guy she would have leaned over and kissed him. She just smiled up at her dad and said "you know your pretty hot too dad." As soon as she said it she could not believe she just said that to her own father. What he must think of her. She found out quickly. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. Not a long one, just a nice little kiss which she returned warmly. She just smiled at him and did not move. He took a chance and leaned in again and gave a longer hot kiss which she again returned with just as much warmth. She could not believe she was kissing her own dad like this and must wanted more. Then his tongue started to lick her lips. That sent a wave of excitement throughout her body. She opened her mouth and let his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue found his as they kissed like that for about 5 or 10 minutes. During this time he let his hand explore the young firm body of his hot daughter. He first pulled the top of her bikini up to expose her firm tits. He squeezed her firm tits and pinch her nipples. As he did that she moaned into his mouth letting him know how much she love it. She could not believe it when her father's hand started to move down her stomach and started to rub her pussy though her we bikini bottom. She knew hot wet she was and now her father knew how hot she was. When he slip his hand inside her bottoms and touched her pussy it was just to much for her. She broke the kiss and just moaned "Yes daddy, rub my hot pussy, oh daddy I'm so fucking horny. Please finger fuck your little girl and make me cum. I need to cum so badly I can't stand it. That's it daddy I'm cumming, I'm cumming hard, finger fuck me good." With that her body went into a spasms and she came for almost a full minute soaking her fathers hand, her bikini bottom and making a big wet spot on the bed. "Daddy, I can't believe what we just did. This is just so wrong yet I loved every second of it, and I want more." Dave said " this is just the beginning baby. I think your pussy still needs more attention." With that he reach down and pulled her bottoms off and spread her legs so he could get a good look at that hot virgin pussy of her. "Daddy, we can't. I mean I want to in the worst way but what about mom and Jen. When if they come up stairs while your eating me." "Don't worry baby. Your mother is very busy and won't be bothering us for a long time. He then pulled off his suit so that both of them were in bed naked. She had seen a couple of cock before but not one as big as her fathers. She reach out her hand and started to stroke it. "Oh baby. that feels so good. Stroke your father hard cock. I want to eat your pussy baby." "Oh yea daddy please eat me. Can I suck your cock while you eat me? Please." He could not believe what a slut his daughter could be. He loved it. "Sure baby, I'll teach you how to suck and deep throat my cock." He could tell she was still new a sucking cock but had some practice. After some instruction she started to take it further down each time. Damn she was a quick learner. It did not take long before she was able to suck down all of his cock. He could feel the head of his cock moving in and out of her throat. He did not want to cum there just yet. While she was doing that he proceeded to eat her hot pussy she came 2 more times. His face was very wet from his daughters pussy and he as in heaven over it. Even though he love the feel of his cock slipping in out of his daughter hot mouth he wanted to put in into her hot virgin pussy and give her, her first fuck. "I need you to stop for now baby. I think its time to show you how good it feels to have a hard cock inside your sweet pussy. How does that sound to you baby?" "Oh fuck daddy yes, yes yes. Please fuck you little baby girl. Fuck me like the girls on that porn movie. I want your cock inside me so much I can't stand it." "ok then baby. just roll over and spread your legs wide for me baby." He proceeded to position himself between her wide spread legs and started to rub the head of his cock up and down her pussy. He found the opening he was looking for and gently pushed the head of his cock into to her pussy. She gave a little gasp as she felt him enter her. Till this time she had only slipped in fingers into her tight hole. She could feel her pussy being stretched wide as he entered her. Then he reached her hymen. He pushed against it a few time but he could tell this hurt her. "Honey, I'm really sorry but this is going to hurt, but only for a minutes or 2." He then pulled back until he was almost out and pushed back in as hard as he could. He felt himself break thought the hymen and enter her virgin pussy. She gave out a yelp and started to cry a little. He just stayed like that with his cock buried deep into her pussy until she stop crying. "You feeling better now baby?" "Yes daddy. I'm Ok. Can we start fucking now?" He smiled at himself. He could not believe he was really fucking his own daughter, let alone her begging him to fuck her like the girls on the porn movie. He started to slide in and out of her pussy. It was so wet and tight. It was incredible. As much as he love it, she was loving it more then he did. It was the best feeling she ever had in her life. She knew she was going to want to fuck him as often as she could. He continued to fuck her, making her cum 2 more times. He could take it more longer. He did not want to cum in her pussy, at least not until she was on the pill. He pulled out of her pussy and moved so that she could take his cock into her mouth again. Now she could taste her pussy all over his cock, she loved how her pussy tasted on his cock. It only took about a minute of sucking before he gave his daughter her first taste of him cum, and boy did she love it. After wards they just cuddled. No long just father and daughter, now lovers. They both knew things would never be the same. "Daddy where is mommy anyway?" "Oh baby she is down stairs with Jen. They are getting to know each other very well." "What do you mean daddy?" "Don't worry you'll find out soon enough." He just laved there feeling good about what just happen and thinking about what was to come. He was looking forward to repeating this downstairs with that hot little slut Jen. Next chapter, Debbie teaches Jen about lesbian love, and what a quick learning she turns out to be.

Chapter 2 As Frank brought his hard cock to another bout of cum splattering ecstacy, his little 12 year old brother Brian was doing the same in the bedroom next door. Curiously, he had started his masturbation frenzy on exactly the same day as Frank, and was matching his older brother stride for stride, stroke for stroke. His thoughts were very similar too, always involving his mum in some lascivious and lurid action in various parts of the house. Brian’s introduction to this whole new sensorial extravaganza occurred very shortly after Frank’s. “Oh my God! Oh my fucking God” exclaimed Sandra as she leaned back against the door, closing her bedroom to the outside world. She closed her eyes and took in what had just happened in the bathroom. “Mum! That’s swearing!” Sandra’s eyes flew open. She turned her head slightly and there was Brian, stood by the chest of drawers. “What the f......!!” she stopped herself. “What are you DOING in here Brian!?” Their eyes met and Sandra realised that Brian was naked from the waist down and his thighs, bottom and all over his cock and balls were covered in mud. Brian suddenly became very aware of his semi-nakedness and tried to cover up. In his left hand was a pair of Sandra’s panties, apparently taken from the top drawer of the chest of drawers. The realisation that her younger son was holding a pair of her black lace panties against his cock sent a sudden shiver up Sandra’s spine and she unconsciously licked her lips. Brian sensed his guilty-looking situation and his words came out in a nervous rush “Ummm, I was practising my skills in the garden and I fell over. Kinda got my shorts dirty so I was looking for some clean ones in my room but I couldn’t find any, so I came in here, thought they might have got put in here accidentally but ummm, I can’t find them so....” Sandra cut him off. “Brian. Look at the state of you. Jesus boy, you’re getting my panties all dirty. Put them down!” Brian hesitated and Sandra moved over round the bed and stood in front of him. She took the panties out of his hand and put them on the chest of drawers. Brian’s hands didn’t move. “Let me see Brian. Let mummy see the mess you have made.” She smiled inwardly at the use of the word mummy again. Brian reluctantly, slowly moved his hands away until they were at his side. Sandra sat on the bed to closer inspect her son’s predicament. She reached out with her right hand and stroked the inner thigh of his right leg. She stroked her hand up higher and Brian jumped. “It’s OK sweetie, mummy’s just checking.” Checking what? He thought. Sandra watched his cock intently as she moved her hand round to his arse. She saw it twitch and a slight moan escaped her lips. It wasn’t as big as Frank’s she thought, but it was certainly a nice size and it would certainly feel great in her pussy. She was momentarily shocked at herself for having such thoughts, but as she sought to regain control of herself, she noticed his cock starting to get hard. “Err, mum, should I go and shower?” “I’m sorry baby. Mummy has used all the hot water. I’ll have to clean you instead.” “Umm. OK.” There was a long pause as Sandra dropped to her knees in front of her son, both her hands now wantonly stroking his ass cheeks. “How?” She looked up at her son, his cheeks flushed, gulping as he tried to stop his cock getting stiff. “Like this baby,” she smiled at him and then continuing to look in his eyes, to Brian’s wonder, amazement she took hold of his cock and lifted it to point at the ceiling, and ran her tongue all the way from his little balls to the tip of his cock. He was stone hard instantly. She pulled her tongue up a little above his cockhead, a string of saliva forming between the two, then she opened her lips and slowly wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked his 5 inch, hard, smooth cock all the way into her hungry mouth. All Brian could do was gurgle in wonderment, like a new born baby taking milk from its mother, his sounds indistinct. His mum, with the lips that had kissed him goodnight, that had formed the words to tell him to clean his room, were now sliding slowly up and down his hard cock. His balls had a little mud on them and as Sandra swooped down filling her mouth with his cock, her tongue flicked out and washed his balls, getting a little mud on her tongue as she continued to engulf him in her warm wet mouth. Her hands still stroked his ass cheeks and now she grabbed them more firmly, pulling her son into her mouth and opening his cheeks so she could run her finger over his tight arsehole. “Are you dirty here too Brian?” Sandra pulled her mouth from his cock long enough to ask. Before he could answer she turned him round and slapped him lightly on his butt. “Bend over honey,” she ordered and Brian, his brain a fog of emotions did as he was told. He put his hands on the chest of drawers and his face down, his nose buried in his mum’s panties that were until very recently, hiding his privates from his mum’s inquisitive gaze. He inhaled deeply as he heard his mum ask him to spread his feet. He did, of course, and Sandra pulled his cheeks open. “Oh baby, you ARE a little dirty there. Let mummy clean it.” For the briefest of moments Sandra asked herself what the fuck she was doing. It was the briefest of moments. The sight of her 12 year old son’s arsehole in front of her drove her wild and she moved in fast, her tongue licking at his puckered ring, trying to push it inside. She pulled as much spit into her mouth as she could and spat on his hole, then pushed her middle finger in a little, forcing the saliva inside. Brian moaned above her, licking his mummy’s panties, holding them to his face. Sandra tried to push her tongue inside her son’s hole but it was so tight. She opened her mouth and glued her lips to his hole and started to lick and suck. She took her hand down and pushed two fingers inside herself, fucking for a few strokes then she brought her hand through between his legs and grabbed his throbbing swollen cock, lubricating it with her juices. She pumped it hard. Almost instantly Brian felt the most unusual sensation. Like a volcano about to erupt from his body. He cried out in his confusion and lust. “Mummy, mummy, I’m....I....mummy!” Reluctantly she pulled her face from his arsehole and scooting round she pushed her face between his mud caked legs and took him in one movement into her mouth. As she sat on the carpet of her bedroom she sucked furiously, wanting his hot young cum to fill her mouth, her throat and her belly. Brian, with hundreds of thousands of evolutionary biology years behind him, started to fuck his mum’s mouth. He could not stop. Did not want to. And nor did she want him to. They both felt the surge from his balls and she ground his cock into her throat, mewling, purring, wanting his cum. He tensed. His balls tightened. His cum shot out of his cock in long hot bursts. One then two. Holding his mother’s head in his hands, not wanting to let her go, though she wouldn’t have moved for anything. A third burst, a fourth. Filling his mums mouth. Pulling out and shoving back in again. More cum pulsing from his cock. A fifth, a sixth. I’m never going to stop, he thought, slightly concerned. Until finally it slowed. His mum continued to nurse on his cock, making sure she sucked up every last drop. None had escaped from her mouth and as Brian collapsed onto the bed next to him his mum stood before him and opened her mouth to show her little boy how much cum he had produced. Brian was speechless. Sandra made a great show of swallowing the cum. “Baby, that was delicious.” She opened her towel showing Brian her naked body and continued. “But you are still dirty and now you’ve got my bed dirty.” She shook her head at him smiling. “Now go and get cleaned up with a cloth and I’ll find you some shorts.” Brian sat there dumbfounded. What had just happened? God how he loved her. But....what happened? “Today would be nice mister,” she gently chided him. He stood up. “Sure mum” and he left the room to go and clean up the mess his mother hadn’t managed to.

Chapter 1 It was an incredible Saturday. Not a cloud in the sky. Dave had just finished his workout and was looking forward to taking a dip in the pool. They had just opened the pool for the season and he enjoyed the first dip the most. Dave and his wife both took great pride in how they looked. They both exercised daily and watched what they ate. Their 13-year-old daughter was a regular chip off the block. Dave had just put on his suit and proceeded to go out to the pool where he saw his daughter Miriam and her close friend Jen. He could not believe what he saw. Jen was just 1 month old then Miriam. Dave's wife Debbie has just bought Miriam a new bikini and he realized there was not much to it. He could not believe how turned on he was getting looking at his daughter and her friend. He did not remember them turning into such hot babes. Jen's parents Jack and Liz moved in a few houses down from them when their daughters were just 4. Debbie went over to welcome them to the neighborhood. She told them that her daughter was also 4, so she talked Liz into letting Jen come over for a play date. As soon as the 2 girls met the felt an instant connection. They were best friend from that very moment. They did everything together. If you saw one you knew the other was close at hand. When his wife Debbie came out he noticed that she also had a new bikini on, and boy did she look hot. This was just too much for him. 3 hot babes. He knew this was going to be a long day. He tried his best to not let anyone know he was checking out all the hot flesh around him. His wife noticed right away. Of course she did pick out Miriam suit with the idea of her getting noticed. She was not thinking Dave was going to be so turned on by his own daughter. The idea of him drooling over their daughter made her wet. After about 30 minutes of sun and swimming Dave decided to go up stair and change. Debbie followed 5 minutes later and found him looking out the window and watching the girls. She came over to the window to check out the view. "So how do you like your daughters new bikini?" "It’s looks ok,” he said trying to down play it. "Your such a liar. I can see how turned on you are. To tell you the truth I'm kind of turned on by looking at her too." She leaned over and kissed her husband. As they kissed he began to let his hand roam all over her firm body. He reached around and undid her top and started squeeze her firm breast, and tease her nipples. Then his hand ran down her firm stomach and slid into her bikini bottom to find his way to her pussy. He could not believe how wet she was. He pulled down them down and wanted her to lie down so her could eat her, but she want to watch the girls while he licked her wet pussy. It took no time for her to cum while he ate her. He then got behind her and started to fuck her from behind. They both could now watch the hot young teens while he fucked her from behind. "Fuck me, fuck me hard. Please fuck me as hard as you can Dave." "I can not believe how turned on you are. I love it." Then Debbie started to role-play. "Oh daddy, fuck me dad. Please fuck me like you fuck mommy. Fuck your little Miriam. Make me cum daddy. Fuck me like the daddies little slut that I am." This really turned him on. He could not believe she had cum 2 times already while fucking her. He could not take it any more. "Daddy loves fucking his hot little slut. I just so love fucking you Miriam. Daddy is going to fill your hot little pussy with his cum. Here it comes baby, take my cum like a good girl." He then shot his load deep into his wife. He must have squired 5 times into her before he was done. He was not sure but he thought she came again while he shot his load. "That was so fucking hot baby," Debbie said. "That was some of the best sex we have had in awhile. Looking at my daughter is turning me on way more then it should. Her friend Debbie is hot too. I have not tasted pussy since my college roommate. Remember her? We had some great 3 way with her" "How can I forget. That was my first 3 way. I so loved when the 2 of you sucked my cock. The first time was incredible. Then watching the 2 of you 69 was mind blowing." "Well I'm thinking that 13yo Debbie looks taste. I so want to eat her pussy. I have not felt like this in a long time. But, I really want to rip off the little bikini and teach her about lesbian love." "I'd like to pop her cherry and teach her how to suck cock and fuck like a cheap little slit. Not much chance of any of that happening. So what are the girls doing now Deb?" "I don't see them anymore. Maybe they came inside for a bite. I'll go check on them." "Maybe you should put some clothes on, looking at you and thinking of his hot daughter Jen is giving me a new boner. I'm going to want to stick someplace nice and warm real soon." "I want you again too, but it will have to wait till later" Debbie went down stairs but could not find the girls. Then she heard them talking down in the family room in the basement. She opened the door a little so she could hear what they were saying. "Miriam did you get a look at your dad? I mean I've seen him swimming before but, I never noticed how fucking hot he is. Your dad is such a stud. I could almost make out the size of his cock. I'd love to get down and suck his cock. I'd let him fuck me and pop my cherry with that cock. You have no idea how wet I am thinking of him." "JEN!!" Miriam shouted. "Stop that. That my dad you're talking about!!! I don't like you thinking of him as some stud. Besides if he's anyone stud he's mine. Well my mom that is. Jen I hate to say it, but if he were not my dad I'd let him fuck me too. I'd love to give up my cherry to him too. But he is my dad and I can't do that. Or can I?" That last part she said with a devilish smile on her face. Debbie could not believe what she heard. Those 2 sweet little girls are on the verge to becoming little slut. They just needed a little push. And she was in the mood to make this happen. She was going to come up with a plan where she would get to teach both girls about lesbian sex, and Dave would be busying teach cock sucking and fucking 101. I think it's time to get out a couple bottles of wine to get us all in the right mood. She went back upstairs and found her husband taking a shower and decided to get naked and just in with him. "Dave you will not believe what I just heard. Those 2 sweet little girls where talking about how they both want to get fucked. And they both are hot your cock. I think there is a good chance you'll get to pop 2 cherries tonight, and I'll get to taste 2 hot young pussies. How does that make you feel?” Looking down at her husband’s stiff cock she already knew the answer. "So what do we do now Deb?" Well I was thinking about fixing lunch for all of us. I think they are old enough for wine with lunch. Maybe 1 or 2 R rated movies after lunch. If things get really hot I have a good X-rated movie we can also watch. I want to see how hot we can get the girls. I want their little pussies begging for attention. Then I'll take Jen while you take Miriam. Then we can switch. Damn I'm so turned on I cannot stand it. Fuck me right now her in the shower." Jen and Miriam could not believe they were drinking wine with lunch. It tasted good, and made them both feel grown up. It also made them feel funny, a little light headed. They also started to feel a little horny too. Miriam felt her pussy itching for attention. She wanted to go to the bathroom and rub her pussy but there was too many people around. Jen was feeling the same way. All they 2 girls could think about was how hot Dave looked in his bathing suit. When lunch was done Debbie told the girls they could not go swimming for awhile so why not go down stairs and watch a new movie she just picked. She told them she had not seen it yet but that it was supposed to be good and a little racy. She lied. She had seen it a few time, it was an R rated movie with lots of sex scenes. Since it was only R rated there was no scenes with hard cocks, but their were scenes show a few guys naked and their cocks hanging down. Lots of cock sucking and fucking. You just could not see much of that action. The all went downstairs to watch the movie. Deb made a big batch of popcorn and brought a fresh bottle of wine and 4 glasses. The movie started and with in a few minutes the 2 teens got their first view of 2 big cocks. There was even one scene that showed 2 hot ladies having sex. Deb and Dave watch the girls as their eyes almost popped out of their heads. Debbie made sure the girls glasses had wine for them to drink. The 2 girls were still in their bikinis. They should have been dry by now. Their bikini bottoms were so wet from pussy juice it was noticeable from across the room. This turned both Dave and Debbie on, Dave was hard and Debbie's own pussy was leaking and making her bikini bottom just as wet as the 2 girls. When the movie was finally done the 2 girls just wanted to find someplace they could be alone and rub their horny littles pussies. Neither one of them had ever been so fucking horny in their lives. Debbie had other ideas. She then pop in another movie. She said this one was not as naughty as the other. She lied again. This was a very dirty XXX movie with lots of hot sex. Including 2 girl on girl and 1 old guy young girls action. Well if the girls were hot before their little virgin pussies were on fire now. Dave had gone upstairs before the movie was over and was waiting for his daughter in his bedroom. He heard her run up the stairs and knew she was going to find a place to rub her burning pussy. That was not going to happen. He called to her and asked her to come into his room. When she got their and saw her father lying in the bed almost naked. After all the sex she saw in the movies she was almost drooling at the sight of her father. "Come on over and cuddle with your father. You know it has been a while since we just cuddled and talked about what is going on in your life." She really wanted to go and masturbate but she did not want to miss out on the opportunity to get close to his sexy body. "Miriam, you and Jen have become 2 lovely young ladies. I cannot believe I have not notice how hot the 2 of you have gotten." She could not believe her father just said he thought she was hot. If this was just some guy she would have leaned over and kissed him. She just smiled up at her dad and said "you know your pretty hot too dad." As soon as she said it she could not believe she just said that to her own father. What he must think of her. She found out quickly. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. Not a long one, just a nice little kiss which she returned warmly. She just smiled at him and did not move. He took a chance and leaned in again and gave a longer hot kiss which she again returned with just as much warmth. She could not believe she was kissing her own dad like this and must wanted more. Then his tongue started to lick her lips. That sent a wave of excitement throughout her body. She opened her mouth and let his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue found his as they kissed like that for about 5 or 10 minutes. During this time he let his hand explore the young firm body of his hot daughter. He first pulled the top of her bikini up to expose her firm tits. He squeezed her firm tits and pinch her nipples. As he did that she moaned into his mouth letting him know how much she love it. She could not believe it when her father's hand started to move down her stomach and started to rub her pussy though her we bikini bottom. She knew hot wet she was and now her father knew how hot she was. When he slip his hand inside her bottoms and touched her pussy it was just to much for her. She broke the kiss and just moaned "Yes daddy, rub my hot pussy, oh daddy I'm so fucking horny. Please finger fuck your little girl and make me cum. I need to cum so badly I can't stand it. That's it daddy I'm cumming, I'm cumming hard, finger fuck me good." With that her body went into a spasms and she came for almost a full minute soaking her fathers hand, her bikini bottom and making a big wet spot on the bed. "Daddy, I can't believe what we just did. This is just so wrong yet I loved every second of it, and I want more." Dave said " this is just the beginning baby. I think your pussy still needs more attention." With that he reach down and pulled her bottoms off and spread her legs so he could get a good look at that hot virgin pussy of her. "Daddy, we can't. I mean I want to in the worst way but what about mom and Jen. When if they come up stairs while your eating me." "Don't worry baby. Your mother is very busy and won't be bothering us for a long time. He then pulled off his suit so that both of them were in bed naked. She had seen a couple of cock before but not one as big as her fathers. She reach out her hand and started to stroke it. "Oh baby. that feels so good. Stroke your father hard cock. I want to eat your pussy baby." "Oh yea daddy please eat me. Can I suck your cock while you eat me? Please." He could not believe what a slut his daughter could be. He loved it. "Sure baby, I'll teach you how to suck and deep throat my cock." He could tell she was still new a sucking cock but had some practice. After some instruction she started to take it further down each time. Damn she was a quick learner. It did not take long before she was able to suck down all of his cock. He could feel the head of his cock moving in and out of her throat. He did not want to cum there just yet. While she was doing that he proceeded to eat her hot pussy she came 2 more times. His face was very wet from his daughters pussy and he as in heaven over it. Even though he love the feel of his cock slipping in out of his daughter hot mouth he wanted to put in into her hot virgin pussy and give her, her first fuck. "I need you to stop for now baby. I think its time to show you how good it feels to have a hard cock inside your sweet pussy. How does that sound to you baby?" "Oh fuck daddy yes, yes yes. Please fuck you little baby girl. Fuck me like the girls on that porn movie. I want your cock inside me so much I can't stand it." "ok then baby. just roll over and spread your legs wide for me baby." He proceeded to position himself between her wide spread legs and started to rub the head of his cock up and down her pussy. He found the opening he was looking for and gently pushed the head of his cock into to her pussy. She gave a little gasp as she felt him enter her. Till this time she had only slipped in fingers into her tight hole. She could feel her pussy being stretched wide as he entered her. Then he reached her hymen. He pushed against it a few time but he could tell this hurt her. "Honey, I'm really sorry but this is going to hurt, but only for a minutes or 2." He then pulled back until he was almost out and pushed back in as hard as he could. He felt himself break thought the hymen and enter her virgin pussy. She gave out a yelp and started to cry a little. He just stayed like that with his cock buried deep into her pussy until she stop crying. "You feeling better now baby?" "Yes daddy. I'm Ok. Can we start fucking now?" He smiled at himself. He could not believe he was really fucking his own daughter, let alone her begging him to fuck her like the girls on the porn movie. He started to slide in and out of her pussy. It was so wet and tight. It was incredible. As much as he love it, she was loving it more then he did. It was the best feeling she ever had in her life. She knew she was going to want to fuck him as often as she could. He continued to fuck her, making her cum 2 more times. He could take it more longer. He did not want to cum in her pussy, at least not until she was on the pill. He pulled out of her pussy and moved so that she could take his cock into her mouth again. Now she could taste her pussy all over his cock, she loved how her pussy tasted on his cock. It only took about a minute of sucking before he gave his daughter her first taste of him cum, and boy did she love it. After wards they just cuddled. No long just father and daughter, now lovers. They both knew things would never be the same. "Daddy where is mommy anyway?" "Oh baby she is down stairs with Jen. They are getting to know each other very well." "What do you mean daddy?" "Don't worry you'll find out soon enough." He just laved there feeling good about what just happen and thinking about what was to come. He was looking forward to repeating this downstairs with that hot little slut Jen. Next chapter, Debbie teaches Jen about lesbian love, and what a quick learning she turns out to be.

He had stripped down to nothing but his fur; the soft reddish-brown of the beaver clashing with the gold and blue coloured couch his was sitting, knees first on. There’s nothing wrong with this. Clayton thought to himself. So I like nipple play, and I have a kink, so what? But a blush still came to his face as he pressed the tips of his nipples against the cold and rough basement wall in the room he was renting from his friend Li’s parents. A small shiver ran down his spine; he spread his knees out slightly, raising his tail to display his tiny open and his balls underneath to an invisible audience; trying to imagine a long sought after voyeuristic thrill of performing for an audience that he didn’t yet know he was fulfilling. He slowly pushed up and down, nipples getting harder and trailing against the cold coarseness of the wall; tingles building in the most peculiar way, making him press the entirety of his breasts against the wall solidly to rub, almost like an orgasm. The tingles subsided slightly, and Clayton quickly jumped when he heard the familiar voice behind him say, “Clayton?” Clayton turned back startled and mortified to see Li, standing and looking at a presenting beaver with wide, and was it curious eyes? Clayton didn’t want to find out; he quickly went to grab a blanket before finding a firm paw pressing onto his back, pressing him into the wall. “I never asked you to stop did I?” the black wolf asked, a grin crossing his muzzle. “But… but Li…” Clayton tried to stammer. “No. I want to watch, show me some more, or I’ll just tell everyone.” Stuck in this discomforting position of blackmail, Clayton blushed and waved Li’s paw away; he was now stuck doing this, but he refused not to try and enjoy it. He wondered why Li was asking him to continue; after all, his parents, and his whole family for that matter, were strict Christians. Clayton pulled back, tail down this time in defiance as he trailed his nipples up and down, soft moans escaping him from time to time. “Enjoying yourself?” Clayton turned his head around to see Li, completely unclothed standing behind him. “But, aren’t you…?” Li shook his head. “Look, I’ve wanted to do something with you for years. Family, religion, and everything else aside, would you let me maybe try this please? I know that your bi, and… well… seeing you like this excited me.” He ended with an almost impossible to see through black fur blush. Clayton had imagined him and his close friend “experimenting” for years; it had many times before been the fantasy to which he had masturbated to in the very basement he was now posed compromisingly in. Even though he was flustered, he couldn’t miss this possibly once in a lifetime opportunity. “Well, I guess I’m willing to let you try; what exactly do you want to do?” Again, Clayton felt a paw press firmly into his back, leaving him forced against the cold wall as his tail was flipped up by the other of Li’s strong hand and arm. “I want to take you, like this, right now.” He growled, and Clayton could feel that unsheathed tip pressing against his now desperately clenching hole. “Li, are you-“ followed by a deep groan as without warning or mercy Li shoved those first quivering inches deep into the velvety warmth of beaver ass. “Oh god… this is amazing!” Li managed to gasp as he shook in nervous/embarrassed excitement; trying to force in another inch. “Li! Please! Gentler!” but Li wasn’t listening, and Clayton realized he didn’t mean a word he said; he LOVED how he was pressed against a wall, being dominated by a black wolf that was to excited to stop. Li sunk the claws of his free paw into Clayton’s ass, making him clench hard around his throbbing meat. “Relax, I have a knot I want to get in too you know.” Li barked. “Then stop making me clench!” Clayton teased. “I’ll do what I want!” Li replied, really getting into the excitement as much as Clayton was as he pulled out slightly before pushing with all his might to get buried into Clayton all the way up to his 4 inch diameter knot. Clayton pressed his paws HARD against the wall, grunting and panting desperately as he was wracked with tingles and shivers. “Oh fuck yes Li! YES!” Li seemed to turn red through his fur again and moaned, “I’m sorry, you’re too tight; I can’t hold it in any longer…” In response, Clayton tapped eagerly against Li’s chest with his tail; shaking the pulsating dick inside his ass. “The blow your load big boy…” It sent Li over the edge; he came hard, shooting six solid strings of hot cum into his beaver friend’s insides before pulling out, his dick to sensitive to take it. “Oh no, we’re not playing that game.” Clayton panted, turning around and crawling over Li, who was now on his back before engulfing Li’s entire dick into his mouth; Clayton tasting his first dick, and his first bits of cum. Li screamed; his dick too sensitive to take it, but being forced to be by this eager beaver who was determined to perform his first bout of oral sex. He let the six inches sink deep into his throat, licking around the bulging knot and massaging those soft wolfish balls with a free paw. Li has a few tears drops from the sensitivity now; “Mercy Clayton! Mercy!” Clayton reluctantly pulled his mouth off of his friend’s dick, giving him a sad look. “Then what do I do?” Li blushed. “You’re… you’re the expert. Wh… What else CAN you do?” Clayton had a brilliant idea; he carefully held Li’s dick in one paw, trying not to disturb its oversensitivity further, and gave Li’s clenched opening a small lick. “Like that?” he asked, not needing an answer; a shaking and groaning body surely meant a yes. He kept licking it just on the outside for several minutes, before Li finally groaned out a question. “My cum is still in you right?” “Yes…” Clayton purred into Li’s asshole. “Then… Then can…” Li was struggling through his embarrassment. “Can I lick it out? Clayton was rather stunned, but he again wasn’t about to miss a once in a life time possibility. “Of course, if you want to.” “Can you keep licking my ass too? Like… Like a 69 kind of thing?” Clayton smiled; for a first time, he was amazed at what his friend kept suggesting. “Most definitely, just let me get in position.” It took a few short minutes of jostling before they both reached a proper position; Clayton on top, Li on the bottom. “Ready?” “Yes…” They both pressed their muzzles against each others asses; teach grinding into skin slightly in the best of ways as they licked, probed, and explored each other’s asses. Li tasted the glorious combination of his own cum and Clayton’s juices and Clayton enjoyed a good taste of the black wolf. Clayton started to orgasm first; he writhed; clenching and moaning so hard he vibrated Li’s ass hard enough to plunge him into an orgasm as well, the two furs trembling from head to foot paw. Li finally pulled back for breath, so Clayton followed. “Your dick hasn't come yet… I feel kind of bad.” Li murmured in his bashful voice again. “Well, if you enjoy licking out my ass so much, maybe you could do the same to my dick?” Li’s face reddened. “Um… H… How do… you know; how do you do it?” Clayton got off from his perch with his ass over Li’s face slightly reluctantly, before sitting down with his legs spread on the couch. “Well, first get on your knees.” Li followed the instructions obediently, looking up at Clayton with such lustful wanting eyes that Clayton couldn’t help but twitch. “Now, just start licking on the tip to start.” “Like this?” Li asked, giving his first few inches a slow lick. “Oh god yes like that…” Clayton groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes from the pleasure. Taking a free paw to massage Clayton’s balls, Li took his tongue and flicked the exact tip of Clayton’s cock as fast as he could. The sensations made Clayton’s hips bump up and down slightly. Li, trying to do a good job took to tweaking Clayton’s nipples; rolling them around between his claws as he took in a few inches in his mouth. “Try…” a grunt stopped Clayton from finishing. “Try to deep throat it… It’s…” another grunt. “Amazingly fun…” Li, willing to please, started doing his best to slide eight solid inches into his throat; he gagged slightly, eyes watering. “Can… Can I try something Li?” Clayton asked, finally his turn to blush. Li pulled up just enough to answer, “Yes, what is it?” Clayton placed his paws behinds his friend’s head, imbedding his claws in for leverage as he pressed Li’s face onto his cock. Li gagged hard at the first six inches, and squirmed; trying to push himself up using his arms against Clayton’s legs, but Clayton wouldn’t budge. Finally, when Li gagged so hard his entire body wretched, he let Li pull up, catching a big breath before plunging him back down again, this time pumping as spit dripped down to coat his balls. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck yes!” Clayton was groaning, his cock twitching hard and hitting breaking point; he shoved Li down onto it so every inch fit inside and enjoyed the clenched eyes of his black wolf friend as he gagged desperately, unable to swallow as seven shots of cum went directly down his throat. The clenching throat drove Clayton’s oversensitive dick mad quickly; he had to pull out, giving Li a good chance to breath. Li, a bit angry, slapped Clayton’s balls a tiny bit with a paw; giving them just enough of a sting to make Clayton screech and curl up quickly. “Jerk!” Clayton yelled. “Well, you’re the one who just damn near choked me to death!” Li replied. They both then silently stared at each other, letting it sink in what they both just did and all of the possibilities to come; no more masturbating, that was for sure. “I would like a cuddle if you’re willing Li…” Li blushed yet again. “My parents are gone for the weekend, I guess we could…” Clayton laid on his left side of the couch, Li joining him so there muzzles were facing each other. Li’s tail wagged lazily; Claytons slapped gently against the back of his legs. “Want to try a kiss?” Clayton asked. Their muzzles met; they knew a beautiful, albeit difficult relationship had just began, as they then gently cuddled off to sleep.

My wife, Nicole, was 5 months pregnant while our second child when she returned to our hometown to visit family and friends while she was still physically able. I stayed home with our first born child in order that Nicole could be free to catch up with relatives and friends without having to deal with a 3 year-old. She decided she would stay with her dad, Frank, and step mom, Carol, since they had a spare bedroom and were centrally located to other people she wished to see. Her dad is a life-long carpenter and is in good physical condition. His downfall is that he drinks beer frequently over the weekends. When Nicole returned home from her trip, she wasn’t quite herself. After a few attempts at inquiring what was on her mind, she told me the following incident in order to ease her conscience: She arrived at her dad’s house from the airport Friday evening at 8 PM. Her dad was already in bed, so she unpacked her bags, ate leftovers with her step mom, and told Carol she would spend time with him on Saturday. Carol said she would be gone all day Saturday to help her daughter move into a new apartment, but that would give Nicole and Frank plenty of time to catch up. Saturday morning was a typical Midwest day with gloomy skies and drizzle. Nicole woke up around 11 AM and ate some breakfast with her dad who had gotten up earlier. They moved to the living room where Nicole gently sat her pregnant self on the couch while her dad sat in his recliner with a beer. After several trips to the fridge for a beer refill, he sat beside his lovely daughter and rubbed her shoulder and neck as she discussed her career, the progress of our first child, and other matters. She then listened to him mention his troubles with job security, financial issues, and concern that he was missing out on his grandchildren’s lives. He said that his new wife wasn’t giving him the kind of love she had years earlier which caused his first divorce from Nicole’s mother. Nicole sat and listened, but now that she was talking and he was stroking her neck and running his fingers through her hair, she felt at ease. This was, after all, her father who she loved and who had made sure she never went without a care. He made her feel comfortable as he sat beside her with his caressing touch. He got up to get another beer, and Nicole excused herself to go shower since she hadn’t taken one since she arrived and the Midwest humidity was getting to her. While she stood in the shower, the cool water cascading over her had puckered her nipples and brought goosebumps over her skin. She watched the water run over her slight bulge of a pregnant belly and placed her hands on it wondering if the cool water would make our baby kick. She closed her eyes and had a wicked thought. She decided to shave her body smooth. After the shower and shave, she looked at herself in the mirror of the bathroom and realized she would follow through on helping give her father what he had been missing. Still naked, she retreated to the guest bedroom where she lay naked on the queen-sized bed. She hadn’t seen nor heard her father since he got up to get another beer, so she called to him saying she needed to see him. As he entered the room with a beer in hand, his eyes lit up at the sight of his young pregnant daughter laying on her back wearing only a smile. Without a word, Frank left the room and ran to his own bedroom. Nicole thought she may have frightened him off, but in less than thirty seconds, he was back in her bedroom with a condom wrapper in one hand and his empty beer bottle in the other. He was wearing only his white brief underwear now. He walked over to the edge of the bed and was shaking with excitement. Nicole tugged down his briefs and firmly grasped his penis in her left hand as her right hand grabbed his ass cheek. Frank’s eyes looked down at his daughter holding him and stroking his 6-inch cock. Nicole had two nasty thoughts, but didn’t tell me what one was until later. The other thought she had was to suck her father’s cock, knowing it was the same one that made her twenty-three years earlier, but since he hadn’t showered she decided to just lick the tip and smile up at him. That drove him crazy! He rubbed her bare breast between his fingers giving the nipple a slight tug. Nicole gasped and gave him a devilish grin. Quickly, he opened the condom wrapper and stepped back to roll it down his shaft. He went to the foot of the bed and climbed up between his daughter’s spread legs ready to penetrate her with his rubber-covered prick. As he was about to gain entrance to my pregnant wife’s vagina, she stopped him by grabbing his dick. She looked up at him and said, “No, Daddy. You don’t need one of these this time. I want to feel my Daddy’s cum in me.” Nicole unrolled the condom and tossed it over the side of the bed. She guided him into her and closed her eyes feeling her father’s warmth enter her. He kissed her breasts which were growing larger preparing for milk. She just remained focused on feeling him thrust his baby maker in and out of her freshly-shaved cunt. Nicole smelled the beer on his breath as he leaned over to kiss his daughter’s lips. She kissed him back knowing she was making him happy and loved. Within five minutes, Frank was ready to put his sperm into his daughter’s already pregnant womb. He looked down at her and asked, “Are you sure I can do it inside you? You really don’t mind having your dad’s sperm in you?” “Give it to me, Daddy. Give that same sperm that made me. Fuck your baby girl! Cum inside me and knock me up again!” That sent Frank over the edge and he began spurting his spunk deep inside Nicole, covering my unborn baby in her grandpa’s semen. Nicole said she felt the sperm shooting into her womb and then revealed to me her second nasty thought. She wanted her dad to get her pregnant. She said it must just be natural for a girl to want to breed with her dad because it felt so good and wicked. She never gave a thought about how I would feel while she lay under her dad filling her with life-giving sperm. She only felt a desire to have him again, and she did. After he had pulled out and got up to get a towel from the bathroom, she reached down to grab some cum running out of her well-fucked cunt. She tasted her pearl-coated fingers and showed Frank his sperm on her tongue as he returned with the towel. He couldn’t believe how sexy his daughter had become. She swallowed his cum and then sucked his cock. Nicole said she wanted to taste it straight from the source. Frank took a quick shower and they had a second round of consensual incest on the living room floor with her getting pounded by her daddy doggy style as she rested on the couch. She loved having her father fuck her from behind and fill her bred body with his bare penis emptying his seed into his little girl. They had just cleaned up from their second round when Carol was opening the garage door. Apparently, she was oblivious to the smells and looks on her husband and step daughter. Either that or she just didn’t care. Needless to say, Nicole wasn’t anxious to tell me what happened. She thought I may leave her or beat up my father in-law whenever I next saw him. However, she didn’t realize that I found it a major turn on. I told her that I was going to have a vasectomy after the birth of our second child, but if she wanted more children, she knew where to go. She smiled at me and was happy to know I wasn’t mad. Now, two years later, as we are making love, I think about that visit she had and how she didn’t care that her own father was pouring his seed into her. She knows what it does to me and whispers, “Cum in me, Daddy. Knock me up again.” I wonder what will happen when he comes out to visit us. Can I watch?

My wife, Nicole, was 5 months pregnant while our second child when she returned to our hometown to visit family and friends while she was still physically able. I stayed home with our first born child in order that Nicole could be free to catch up with relatives and friends without having to deal with a 3 year-old. She decided she would stay with her dad, Frank, and step mom, Carol, since they had a spare bedroom and were centrally located to other people she wished to see. Her dad is a life-long carpenter and is in good physical condition. His downfall is that he drinks beer frequently over the weekends. When Nicole returned home from her trip, she wasn’t quite herself. After a few attempts at inquiring what was on her mind, she told me the following incident in order to ease her conscience: She arrived at her dad’s house from the airport Friday evening at 8 PM. Her dad was already in bed, so she unpacked her bags, ate leftovers with her step mom, and told Carol she would spend time with him on Saturday. Carol said she would be gone all day Saturday to help her daughter move into a new apartment, but that would give Nicole and Frank plenty of time to catch up. Saturday morning was a typical Midwest day with gloomy skies and drizzle. Nicole woke up around 11 AM and ate some breakfast with her dad who had gotten up earlier. They moved to the living room where Nicole gently sat her pregnant self on the couch while her dad sat in his recliner with a beer. After several trips to the fridge for a beer refill, he sat beside his lovely daughter and rubbed her shoulder and neck as she discussed her career, the progress of our first child, and other matters. She then listened to him mention his troubles with job security, financial issues, and concern that he was missing out on his grandchildren’s lives. He said that his new wife wasn’t giving him the kind of love she had years earlier which caused his first divorce from Nicole’s mother. Nicole sat and listened, but now that she was talking and he was stroking her neck and running his fingers through her hair, she felt at ease. This was, after all, her father who she loved and who had made sure she never went without a care. He made her feel comfortable as he sat beside her with his caressing touch. He got up to get another beer, and Nicole excused herself to go shower since she hadn’t taken one since she arrived and the Midwest humidity was getting to her. While she stood in the shower, the cool water cascading over her had puckered her nipples and brought goosebumps over her skin. She watched the water run over her slight bulge of a pregnant belly and placed her hands on it wondering if the cool water would make our baby kick. She closed her eyes and had a wicked thought. She decided to shave her body smooth. After the shower and shave, she looked at herself in the mirror of the bathroom and realized she would follow through on helping give her father what he had been missing. Still naked, she retreated to the guest bedroom where she lay naked on the queen-sized bed. She hadn’t seen nor heard her father since he got up to get another beer, so she called to him saying she needed to see him. As he entered the room with a beer in hand, his eyes lit up at the sight of his young pregnant daughter laying on her back wearing only a smile. Without a word, Frank left the room and ran to his own bedroom. Nicole thought she may have frightened him off, but in less than thirty seconds, he was back in her bedroom with a condom wrapper in one hand and his empty beer bottle in the other. He was wearing only his white brief underwear now. He walked over to the edge of the bed and was shaking with excitement. Nicole tugged down his briefs and firmly grasped his penis in her left hand as her right hand grabbed his ass cheek. Frank’s eyes looked down at his daughter holding him and stroking his 6-inch cock. Nicole had two nasty thoughts, but didn’t tell me what one was until later. The other thought she had was to suck her father’s cock, knowing it was the same one that made her twenty-three years earlier, but since he hadn’t showered she decided to just lick the tip and smile up at him. That drove him crazy! He rubbed her bare breast between his fingers giving the nipple a slight tug. Nicole gasped and gave him a devilish grin. Quickly, he opened the condom wrapper and stepped back to roll it down his shaft. He went to the foot of the bed and climbed up between his daughter’s spread legs ready to penetrate her with his rubber-covered prick. As he was about to gain entrance to my pregnant wife’s vagina, she stopped him by grabbing his dick. She looked up at him and said, “No, Daddy. You don’t need one of these this time. I want to feel my Daddy’s cum in me.” Nicole unrolled the condom and tossed it over the side of the bed. She guided him into her and closed her eyes feeling her father’s warmth enter her. He kissed her breasts which were growing larger preparing for milk. She just remained focused on feeling him thrust his baby maker in and out of her freshly-shaved cunt. Nicole smelled the beer on his breath as he leaned over to kiss his daughter’s lips. She kissed him back knowing she was making him happy and loved. Within five minutes, Frank was ready to put his sperm into his daughter’s already pregnant womb. He looked down at her and asked, “Are you sure I can do it inside you? You really don’t mind having your dad’s sperm in you?” “Give it to me, Daddy. Give that same sperm that made me. Fuck your baby girl! Cum inside me and knock me up again!” That sent Frank over the edge and he began spurting his spunk deep inside Nicole, covering my unborn baby in her grandpa’s semen. Nicole said she felt the sperm shooting into her womb and then revealed to me her second nasty thought. She wanted her dad to get her pregnant. She said it must just be natural for a girl to want to breed with her dad because it felt so good and wicked. She never gave a thought about how I would feel while she lay under her dad filling her with life-giving sperm. She only felt a desire to have him again, and she did. After he had pulled out and got up to get a towel from the bathroom, she reached down to grab some cum running out of her well-fucked cunt. She tasted her pearl-coated fingers and showed Frank his sperm on her tongue as he returned with the towel. He couldn’t believe how sexy his daughter had become. She swallowed his cum and then sucked his cock. Nicole said she wanted to taste it straight from the source. Frank took a quick shower and they had a second round of consensual incest on the living room floor with her getting pounded by her daddy doggy style as she rested on the couch. She loved having her father fuck her from behind and fill her bred body with his bare penis emptying his seed into his little girl. They had just cleaned up from their second round when Carol was opening the garage door. Apparently, she was oblivious to the smells and looks on her husband and step daughter. Either that or she just didn’t care. Needless to say, Nicole wasn’t anxious to tell me what happened. She thought I may leave her or beat up my father in-law whenever I next saw him. However, she didn’t realize that I found it a major turn on. I told her that I was going to have a vasectomy after the birth of our second child, but if she wanted more children, she knew where to go. She smiled at me and was happy to know I wasn’t mad. Now, two years later, as we are making love, I think about that visit she had and how she didn’t care that her own father was pouring his seed into her. She knows what it does to me and whispers, “Cum in me, Daddy. Knock me up again.” I wonder what will happen when he comes out to visit us. Can I watch?

Note: Neither i am a professional writer nor i wanna be. people who are looking for stories written by professional writers plz don't waste ur time here. People say love and lust are two different things even I use to believe that too but one day all got changed. I am 23 year old guy from a average city of India. I myself never felt that but ppl say I looks good that’s all I can tell you about my looks I can’t waste time to describe myself only gay guys think much about their body. I have kind of shy nature so I never had many friends. On the name of friends I had only one childhood friend her name was Ayesha she was from a strict muslim family. Her parents never allowed her to be friend of any guy but coz I was her childhood friend and grown up with her they never objected my friendship with her. I always knew my limits and I never use to touch her or say any rubbish word front of her parents I always use to talk point to point only about education so they were kinda impressed by my sense of seriousness. When she grown up she started looking very hot. Light pink skin 5,5 height thin body long black hairs brown eyes, and most of them big perfect shape boobs. While time I felt she became two sexy but coz she was my good friend and i was so sure she don’t love me so I never try to think in that way for her. At the age of 19 she got married with a businessman name jahid khan settled in uk. Jahid’s parents were Indians but jahid born and grown up in UK. Like a typical muslim family when jahid became old enough for marry his parents start finding a bride for him. jahid was 30 already but still didn’t wanted to marry but his parents forced him very much and when he couldn’t bare pressure anymore he had to lookout some girls that his parents suggested for him. Jahid’s parents wanted a typical muslim girl for him so they try to find out girl in India and somehow found about ayesha. Some of jahid’s relative sent ayesha’s picture to jahid and he said yes without wasting even a single minute as ayesha was way too good looking. Ayesha didn’t wanted to marry she wanted to study but when her parents find out that jahid earn well they forced ayesha to marry with jahid and ayesha couldn’t protest much. Anyway she got married and the day when she was going to uk all of her relatives and her friends were on her house gate to say her bye coz they all couldn’t go to airport. She was going to the airport by car some of her relatives were also going with her to see off her and jahid. I also wanted to go but I thought maybe his typical Islamic relatives will mind a non muslim guy too close to their girl so just to avoid any non likeable situation I decided not to go to airport and see off her from the house. There were too many ppl on the gate most of them were her relative some were the ppl of colony who were there to say bye to a girl whom they saw by her childhood and some were her friends ”female”. I was also there but on some distance to her. One by one she meat her relatives then her friends. I was watching her I was sure I can’t go and say her bye coz of her relatives were all over but I was still watching her continuously if she look me ones I can wave my hand. I was watching her when someone called me “bhaiya” ( big brother )I looked around who called me and my search end on a kid who was looking at me and was waiting for my response I didn’t knew who he is but I knew he is also her relative of ayesha coz I saw him in her house from last few days….. I said “what”??? ………….”javed uncle (ayesha’s father) is calling u” for a moment I wondered what work he can have 2 me when his daughter is going out of country. But I didn’t had too much time to wonder so I moved in the rush coz javed uncle was stand in the rush near ayesha and other relatives. I moved to javed uncle and asked him “yeah uncle have u called me???” Ayesha was also there her eyes were full of tears (Indian girls normally cry too much when they left their ppl after marry ) she was still hugging bye to one of her relative but just at the moment she heard my voice she turn her eyes on me. Uncle javed said “where was u? Ayesha is going won’t u say bye???” I was surprised by his answer and quite happy too I said “of curse I wanna say but I thought ppl here can mind so” “why will ppl mind u r her childhood friend” I was very happy that now I got chance to say bye to my best friend but I guess other ppl were not coz just at the moment mr. javed asked me for wish to Ayesha all noisy rush there got silent like someone die. Now I didn’t needed to be worry coz now mr. javed himself asked me to say bye now it was his job to take care of his relatives if they try to create scene there. Ayesha was stand now and didn’t move to next relative like she was waiting for me to say something to her. I moved forward to her. Her face was so sad eyes were still full of tears like she wanted to hug me but we both knew it wasn’t possible we should had to be happy that we got chance to say few words. I couldn’t say anything else just “good bye Ayesha I will miss u” she also couldn’t say much but reply in a short sentence “don’t say good bye I will be back” I said “yeah sure bye” she said “take care of urself” and that’s it then I got back out of rush and she moved forward to other relatives and then to the car. When her car was going to the air port she was watching the rush through the back glass of the car but I don’t know why I felt like she was watching me and wanted to say something more then “bye”. Time run like it have wings I went out to study in other city. We were always in touch via internet we use to chat almost every night she told me jahid’s parents wasn’t that bad I mean they were quite open minded were not so strict like her own parents. With the time she stop coming online as she use to at the beginning she use to come online almost all nights but soon she was coming online only ones in a week and that too for only for few minutes ones I asked her what’s the problem why don’t she come online like b4 now??? It was a normal question coz I was worried for her but I got a rapid response she told me that her husband don’t like her to chat with me all nights he doubts on her. I was very shocked by her answer but on other hand I thought it’s not that strange I mean if a guy mind her wife chatting with some other boy daily for hours any husband can mind. I didn’t wanted to be a problem for her happily married life so I myself asked her that we shouldn’t chat now much she said her husband don’t mind ones in a week she chat with me but I was sure soon he will start minding that too so I decided not to go online much now. Anyway time passed and we lost contact meanwhile she came to her home too but I was out of town coz of study so I couldn’t meet her. Ones I went to my home in holidays I meet with my old friends a day in market I found asima she was ayesha’s friend but coz I was also ayesha’s friend so asima and me also knew each other. When I saw her I said hi coz she talked to me b4 on few occasions I had no hesitation to say hi I knew she remember me so I was so sure she won’t mind it. She also reply by saying hi. Me: long time no see how r u asima. Asima: yeah quite long time but I am fine how r u? Me: how I can be better then u. (giggled) Asima: so have u meet Ayesha? Me: nope not since her marriage. Asima: but she just went back three days ago. Me: yap I know but I just came back to the city yesterday. Asima: ah so sad so I guess u missed the news. Me: news? What news u r talking about? Is something wrong with her? I asked too many questions at ones coz I was worried for ayesha. Asima: nope nothing wrong infect it’s a good news she is pregnant. Me: really? Wow that’s a fantastic news. (I was quite happy to know about her pregnancy I thought it’s a good move for a couple to have a baby) Asima: yap but I wonder how u doesn’t know that, I thought u will be the first whom she will tell this. Me: I didn’t know coz we are completely out of touch from long long time. After some more talk we both went on our ways but I was still in my thoughts after hearing about ayesha I was really missing her a lot specially now when she was pregnant and I couldn’t even congratulate her. I was quite proud on my decision of stop chatting with her if I chat with her who really knows if they have problems in their married life. Time passed again and I became 23 now I completed my CCNA and I applied for jobs on a job portal. Soon I got so many responses but none of them was like I expected, some had low salary and some had no promotion chances but there was one offer which was different then all. It was from a networking firm they offered a nice salary it was more then I expected so I was very happy about the offer everything was simply perfect in the job but there was just one problem in the offer. The firm where I had to work after accepting the offer was in uk even in the same town where ayesha use to live with jahid. I was in big dilemma I wasn’t able to decide I wanna go or not coz at one hand I had a great proposal on other hand I didn’t wanted to go in ayesha’s town I knew if she will find I am in her town she will try to meet me and that can make some serious problems in her happily married life. Anyway finally I chosen to go uk coz I wasn’t sure I will get this much fine offer ones again. I decided I won’t tell ayesha or any of his family members that I am going in her town. I will live there work there but won’t try to meet her. Just after few days I was in uk. The first step I took on the English land I wanted to go and see how Ayesha is but I didn’t do it coz I still had doubt if she wanna meet me or not. I started working at the firm. I liked the environment ppl were so friendly and there were few hot girls use to work in the same office too so I liked hot chicks around me. I became familiar with the new environment. I made few friends there my best buddy there was jack he was a nice guy. He had a nice big house. One day I was at home “I normally was at home coz I didn’t had to do much at office just had to go whenever they need me and call me” watching TV. Someone ring my door bell i thought its pizza boy coz few min. ago I ordered a pizza. When I opened the door I got surprised it wasn’t pizza boy it was Ayesha stand front of me looking straight on my face red coz of anger. I didn’t know what to say nothing comes in my mind all I could manage to say “hi” she didn’t reply she just pushed me slowly and came inside the house. I looked her she seat on the sofa and was watching the right wall like she don’t want to talk to me. I closed the door and seat on a chair on some distance to her. 100s of questions were coming in my mind but I didn’t know how to ask them I had no idea from where to start questions. And what’s going on in her mind. Anyway I had to start from somewhere so I dare a little and said. Me: are you angry? Now she turn her face on me and said loudly. Ayesha: no I am not angry I am happy I am feeling like dancing coz of joy. Again she turned her had to the wall. I was so surprised how she find out I am in uk and how do she know my address but I had littlie idea like maybe somehow her parents came to know about me being in uk and they told her anyway that wasn’t the time to think about that…..right now I had to think how to calm her. I have heard somewhere that girls always like if someone give compliment about their beauty. I notice her now she was in typical Indian salwar kurti and looking nice not much changed after even marry and being mother “if I wasn’t wrong” I said “You looking good didn’t changed still looking like 18.” She didn’t response. Her head was still toward wall and mouth was zipped. Me: hey would u take something tea, coffee, soft drink, juice or a sword to cut my neck??? I joked to calm the situation…..she thought I couldn’t but I clearly caught she tried to laugh. Ayesha: I don’t want to talk to you don’t try to make me laugh I am so angry. Me: hey common I know you are angry but give me a chance defend myself…..you know me from years can I do anything to hurt u? if I did something it have a good reason won’t u even listen ones.? Ayesha: oh so you still remember me I thought you forgot me. Me: what? How can u think anything like that I can forget myself but can’t forget u. Ayesha: if that so why u didn’t told me you are in uk? M I so bad whom u didn’t wanted to know about ur arrival in uk? Me: that’s not thru u know it…..i have a good reason why I didn’t told u about me being in uk and btw how do u know about my location? Ayesha: ur mom told to my mom and she told me ur address as well…..and I am curious to know ur “good reason” make sure it should be really good else u goanna die today. Me: actually Ayesha you told me last time that jahid mind our friendship and I was so sure if u will know I am in ur town u will try to meet me and that could make problems between u and jahid I just didn’t wanted to be a coz of tensions in ur life. Ayesha: u want me to believe that? (now she was smiling ) Me: believe it or not u know me from childhood…..do I ever said any lie to u? Ayesha: no ok I believe u that’s what I like about u…..you are honest. I didn’t wanted to type all argument but after about a hour long arguments she finally became normal. I was happy to see her after so long time. Me: would u like to take something? “I asked again” Ayesha: a glass of water. I went in the kitchen and bring a glass of water for her and drunk some water myself in the kitchen too coz It wasn’t easy to make her calm. Me: so how r u ayesha? How’s jahid? And ur kid is it son or daughter? Ayesha: you don’t know anything? Me: what? I don’t know what r u talking about. Ayesha: my family told nothing in our colony? Me: I have no idea ayesha coz I wasn’t much at the town after ur marriage most of the time I was out for studies last news I heard about u was about ur pregnancy. She was now looking at me her eyes were being little wet coz of tears I could easily see it and I was wondering what the problem is. I asked. Me: is everything fine? She finally couldn’t stop herself and start crying. I was very shocked to see her crying coz doesn’t mater I was her childhood friend but I didn’t saw her crying after we were about 10. I hold her hand and asked her again. Me: what happen why r u crying? Is everything fine? Now she said something in her crying voice that made me pissoff on few ppl. Ayesha: jahid was an jerk and her family was cheater. Jahid already had a wife whom he and his family loved a lot but coz of some accident she wasn’t able to become mother. Jahid’s family needed jahid’s own kid and for that they needed another wife of jahid. They didn’t told neither me nor my parents that jahid was already married. I didn’t knew it until I gave birth to jahid’s son. Just after that they called her old wife back to their home. They treated me so roughly. They all use to beat me everyday I had no other choice but to take divorce but forcefully they took the kid too. Now I am alone. These ppl cheated me. I am living alone from last 3 months. I was so shocked to know all that I was so mad on jahid and his family members I wanted to shoot them all for doing bad with my innocent friend I said Me: these are fucking bastards I won’t leave them u don’t worry I will teach them a good lesson. Ayesha: no plz don’t do anything. Well frankly I had no idea what can I do to harm them I mean I was new there and they were living in the town from years but at that moment I couldn’t think like that I just wanted to teach them a good lesson. Me: they deserves a lesson ayesha. Ayesha: no plz jahid and his family is nothing for me now I don’t wanna see their faces again in my life infect it was my fault too. Me: what? How it was ur fault? Ayesha: I married a guy whom I didn’t know just coz my parents asked me to do. I wanted to study but I didn’t oppose them much when they forced me to marry I always live as my parents wanted me to live but not anymore now I will live my life the way I like. Me: what r u saying that wasn’t ur fault they took advantage of ur innocence. And what do u mean by ur own way? Ayesha: my own way…..you know when jahid gave me divorce my parents were sad too but soon they start looking for new husband for me but I don’t want to be fool again now I won’t marry with anyone whom I don’t know. My parents were so angry on me coz I refuse to marry again so I decided to stay in uk I got my citizenship here. I live and work here and I kinda like this free life. I can wear cloths as I like, I can go out without any male with me I don’t have to follow strict Islamic laws etc. I work earn and live at my own. Me: what? U work? But how I mean as much I remember you couldn’t finish ur studies so how u got work in a country like uk? Ayesha: yes yes u r right I couldn’t finish my education and came to uk but I am so lucky I found Dr. khan. He is a nice man he gave me job in his clinic as a receptionist. And I work same in a hotel too. I earn enough money for me. Then we talked for few more hours and then she went back to her house I asked her to drop her but she said she have some other work too before going home. In next few weeks we talked on phone sometime. We couldn’t meet coz her schedule was busy all day and I couldn’t dare to ask her time in night coz though now she was in uk but we both were still Indians and there was some untold rules between us. Time was passing like that until I got another surprise. It was a usual day I was busy doing some networking check up on my computers at home when I heard the door bell. I go and opened the door there was a woman covered by hijab on the door. It was Ayesha doesn’t mater she was fully covered with hijab but I could easily recognize her coz her eyes weren’t covered and I could easily know who have such beautiful eyes. Without wasting time I said. Me: oh you common in. (and I moved back to the room Ayesha followed me) Ayesha: how do u know it’s me? Me: I can see ur eyes. Ayesha start watching me with strange eyes. Ayesha: you can recognize my eyes??? Me: of curse we are friends from over 23 years now I don’t need to see ur face to know it’s u. I can easily find out it’s u by ur eyes and ur voice too. Seems like she got very impressed by my answer. till now she removed her hijab and throw it on the chair to get comfortable I was quite happy to see she is being like b4 now I mean she feel my home as her own. When she removed her hijab I was amazed to see her cloths it was totally western cloths nice blue sexy t shirt and and blue jeans. She was looking too sexy in those cloths. I couldn’t stop my self by asking. Me: ayesha what’s this??? Ayesha: what? Me: hijab in uk? Ayesha: you know Dr. khan strictly told me if I wanna work at his clinic I will have to work in Islamic way coz his 90% patients are from Pakistan and Arabia and they like to see woman in hijab they don’t like girl in western outfit. Me: ok I got it maam but why this jeans and blouse??? Ayesha: coz this is not the only work I have after dr. khan’s clinic I have to go to hotel for my other job too and tourists there will be scared if they will see a receptionist in hijab. Btw why u asked aren’t these cloths looking good on me??? Me: nope they are looking very nice I just never saw u in these kind of clothes that’s why I was just surprised. Ayesha: btw u didn’t asked why I came here? Me: why will I ask its ur own home u can come whenever u want. Ayesha: I know that but this time I come with a special reason. Me: and what’s that? Ayesha: dr. khan have decided take big break of one and half hour everyday coz he got some lecturer job in some medical college so he will go there for one and half hour everyday. He also permitted me to go home for lunch etc. but my house is too far from the clinic I don’t think so it’s a good idea to waste too much time and energy go there and come back daily for an hour. So I was wondering ur house is near clinic if I can come here everyday for relax a little coz I feel so weird in clinic. U got problem??? Me: as I said b4 it’s ur own house u don’t need my permission. Feel it ur home. Ayesha: thanks I knew u won’t say no infect u r the only one in the city whom I can trust coz other ppl always try to take advantage of me. Me: yeah probably they will I mean why not u r good looking and alone you are a easy target for any frustrated bastard. Ayesha: so I shouldn’t trust on u too coz u r also a bastard.(I know she was just kidding coz that’s what she always use to do) Me: yap better be aware of me coz I am the desperado can rape u anytime hahahaha.(we both laughed) Time being pass like always and she start being comfortable at my home as it was her own house i mean she was cooking food in my kitchen if she is hungry, she use to clean house often sometime even she use to get showers at my house if I wasn’t at home. She always use to come at my house at her break and I also never mind it coz she was the one whom I always thought my friend without any expectations. We two also had to go for the shopping for movie etc. and I was quite enjoying uk coz here no one was about to complain to her family about her and she was also enjoying her freedom. She was being little close to me for example in India she hardly use to touch me but here hugs and some other close body contact wasn’t a big deal for her. One day I was doing something about network on my computer when she came door was open so she came put her hijab off and lay on the sofa. She was now in a long skirt and a white blouse. she was looking so tired so I asked her “are u ok” she said she was ok but tired coz she had more then usual work today but she finished it b4 lunch and coz dr. isn’t gonna be at clinic again for next few days so she got full free week. “wow that’s cool so r u going to india to meet ur parents?” I asked she replied “no not now one week isn’t enough I will go 3 months later for about 15 days”. I asked her why Dr. is off for a week. “he is going to Pakistan for attend a marriage function of his childhood friend’s daughter” Ayesha: Dr. Khan care about his childhood friend so much. We were also so close to each other na? we never use to hide anything from each other isn’t it? Me: yeah right and don’t know about u but I still don’t hide anything from you. Ayesha: I also never hide anything from you but I doubt u tell me everything about u. Me: I have no idea what u r talking about have u ever found something about me that I didn’t told u.??? Ayesha: yes you didn’t tell me about ur girlfriend yet. Me: my girlfriend? Who told you I have got a girlfriend. That’s not thru. Ayesha: now don’t tell me in those years when we weren’t in touch u didn’t found any girl. Me: really I was so busy about my studies I never noticed any girl you are my first and last girlfriend. (soon I realized what I have said I could see her face in the mirror it was red a littlie I didn’t had any idea it was coz of anger or she was blushing ……to handle the situation soon I added few more words in my line ) yes I mean u r a girl and my friend too so u r my girlfriend we just don’t love each other else we are a couple. (And I winked at her) Ayesha: how u r so sure I don’t love u. (she winked me back. I was feeling exited inside but my face was saying that I am amazed I didn’t expected these words from her soon she saw my face which was now on her side and next she laughed and said) by see ur face I guess u being serious I hope u know I am just kidding. (Now this was something that I expected from her I was disappointed a little but this was more like real so I turned back my face to my computer and said ) Me: if u will make fun of me again I will call ur father and tell them u being love with a non Muslim so she will call u back. Ayesha: I will shoot a bullet in ur had if u will do anything like that. (she giggled ) Suddenly she stands from the sofa and came near to me. I was still busy making configure the network server. She came and stand back on my chair. I never felt her this much close b4 I can smell her perfume and it was really good feeling to feel her close her hairs were touching naked skin of my shoulders. When I felt that I stopped messing with computer and started waiting what she gona say or do. Ayesha: what r u doing btw? Me: I told u I am a network administrator. Ayesha: I know that. I mean what r u doing right now? Me: nothing important just doing some office work why? Ayesha: I want to ask u something very seriously. Me: don’t joke Ayesha and serious these two words can never be one in ur case. (And I laughed) Ayesha: no really will u answer honestly? Me: ok ok ask what u wana ask. Ayesha: we know each other from more then 23 years tell me in this long period of time did u think about me as a girl.? Me: what r u saying I always know u r a girl why will I think u as a boy lol. Ayesha: nope u didn’t got what I am trying to say I am trying to say have u ever thought about me like a boy think about a girl? Now this was something that I didn’t expected I will have to hear in my life. I didn’t knew what I should say coz that was truth she was a hot girl and I really fantasized about her ones maybe twice but on other hand whenever I fantasized about her I always felt so much guilt coz I fantasized about a girl who think me as her good friend. I didn’t knew I should say truth or not coz she will only notice that I fantasized about her she will never understand how much guilt I felt after fantasizing about her. I thought when she will know I had naughty thought about her she will get angry and I didn’t wanted to loose a friend like her but I didn’t knew how I can lie to her that she won’t catch me. I stand from chair and turn around to her. she was still looking me with questionable eyes. I start playing with words coz that was the only way to rid of from this topic. Me: what kind of question is this? U doesn’t trust me? Ayesha: what about trust? Yes I know u r my friend but u r a boy too and I am a girl we always spent too much time with each other it’s not unusual if u sometime get different kind of thoughts about me. Me: ayesha what r u saying girl? Ayesha: I am not saying anything I just asked u a simple question that u didn’t answered yet. Me: you know you are my best mate it’s really a shame for me if I even dream like that. Ayesha: this isn’t the answer of my question. Me: I know there is nothing possible between us so I don’t hope for anything that isn’t possible. Ayesha: yes I know there is nothing possible between us I am a divorced girl and maybe u like virgins. Me: bullshit I don’t believe all that virgin thing I said nothing is possible between us coz be both from different religions and I know u have no feeling for me. Ayesha : so is my religion a problem for u? Me: no but it can be for ur parents besides why r we discussing our relationship? As u recently said we are just friends? Ayesha: Hey listen up now I wana tell you something and this time I am not joking…..You and me we are together from long time as friends if there would be some other girl or boy they could be in love in this much big period of time very easily and I am not an exception I also love u vijay.( damn she love me? Wow these words were feeling like life in the deadland I wanted to listen those words again and again but had no time coz she was continue talking and I wanted to listen what she say next) yes I always loved you but I never told you coz you never showed any interest in me and we had several other problems too. But I can’t take it anymore I can’t hide my love for you vijay. Recently I realized life isn’t long as much we think so we should tell ppl whom we love that we love them. So I am telling you I love you most in the world. I know I am divorced and maybe it’s impossible for you to love me.( she had no idea how much I want her ) but still I wana admit I love you and plz don’t worry I don’t expect same from you I know u would like to love a girl who never got married b4. Now when I told u all that I feel for u and I just wanted to know what u feel about me but now I don’t wana know I think I know what u feel. Now when u knows all things it won’t be easy for me to be front of you coz you thought me as a friend and I got different feelings for you. I will always love you. Good bye. (b4 I could understand what’s going on she left my house ) I tried to catch her but she was left already I called her on her cell but It was off now I had no other choice but to go on her place. I drive fast and reached on her apartment. In the way I was hoping her to be on her house. I ringed her doorbell after a min. she opened door. Now she was in a beautiful night gown. She saw me and I saw her she went in I also moved in to her house and close the door myself. Then I said Me: why did u left. Ayesha: I couldn’t stand there anymore. Me: you didn’t gave me any chance to say anything. Ayesha: I know what u wana say but try to understand I can’t help it I tried not to love you but I simply can’t help it. Me: Ayesha listen I know we are good friends and the fact is I also love you a lot. Not from childhood as u do but I also feel so sad when u aren’t around me the day when u went to uk was one of the toughest day of my life. That time I didn’t know why I was so sad but now I know I was in love with u. She was looking me now there was a glow in her eyes. She suddenly hugged me tight and I also embraced her in my arms. Her had was on my shoulder and my hands were on her back. She said “oh viajy u don’t know since when I wanted to listen those words” we stand in that position for about 2 min. and then break off. She was looking me and I was looking her I wanted to kiss her but I had no idea if she will accept it as love or lust but I couldn’t help it I grabbed her face from both of my hands (as I saw in the movies) I moved forward to her and start moving my lips on her lips. She didn’t oppose… after few a second I put my lips on her. This was the first kiss of my life. I was rubbing my lips on her lips when she opened her mouth and start licking my lips from the tip of her tongue now I knew she was trying to enter her tongue in my mouth so I opened my mouth and just at the next moment she did what she wanted. She moved her tongue in my mouth it felt soooooooooo good so I also put my tongue in her mouth and soon we were kissing crazy in French kiss style. It was really hard for me to believe this is the same girl who use to get red coz of shyness few years back if I even touch her hand by mistake. Slowly I moved my hand on her butt from back. Now my hand was on her hip i pushed her hip and now her lower portion was in touch with mine. I started kissing her neck at the same time I was rubbing her hip through cloths too. I could easily see she was enjoying that. Her breast were pushing against my chest I could see her cleavage I moved my mouth on them and start kissing those cleavage she was still let me do all what I was doing. But then I did a mistake. I was wondering she was ready for everything so slowly I put my left hand on her right breast and through the cloths I rubbed it. She get surprised and pushed me with power by calling my name like I did something that she didn’t wanted me to do I didn’t expected this move from her so I left her she got back few inches from me she was looking at me and I said “I am sorry I guess I was over exited” she was breathing fast. She said “it’s ok that isn’t ur fault I was also enjoying ur moves anyway I think we should stop” I said “ ok as ur wish” Ayesha: do u take something tea or juice? Me: I will take a glass of chill water plz. Ayesha: ok give me a min. Then she went in kitchen and got back with a glass in her hand. Ayesha: there u r. Me: thanks. I start drinking water. Ayesha: are u angry.? Me: don’t be silly why I will be angry infect I should ask u the same question are u angry? Ayesha: no why will i? Me: I rubbed ur boob yes we accepted recently that we love each other but by rubbing ur boob I guess I gave u a sign like I love u coz of ur body or something like that but really believe me I was just over exited I love ur soul more then ur body. Ayesha: I know that. U are always far from girls you never had a girl friend but u r a boy and u have some needs coz I am ur girlfriend now it’s my duty to take care of ur needs but I couldn’t that’s why I asked u are u angry. I know it must be hard to be virgin till this age and I have no problem if u get exited about my body I am ur girlfriend after all ….. U have full right on my body. Me: really? What’s the problem then? Ayesha: problem is I still haven’t told u few things that I am scared to tell you coz I just got u and I don’t wana loose u again. I doubt when u will know those things u won’t love me as much u do right now. Me: what the f. there is nothing which can make me love u less then I do u right now. Tell me frankly plz always remember b4 ur lover I am ur best friend with whom u have shared everything each of ur secret. At least trust me like that. Ayesha: I don’t know how to tell you. You know I have a kid that jahid took from me. I didn’t breastfeed him from months but my breasts still produce milk. What? Damn I was wondering is that something that bad coz I was feeling excitement inside. Me: really? Ayesha: yes when u rubbed my boob I was worried it will come out soon if u keep squeezing it and when u will see it u will think it’s disgusting. Me: no it’s not disgusting like each part of ur body it’s also come from you how can I feel it disgusting. Ayesha: really? U have no problem with that? Me: of curse not. Now I had a hard on by listen about her breasts and to know that she had no problem if I have sex with her but this time I didn’t know from where to take this situation on kissing again so I can move for more but coz I am kind of shy boy I could ask her if she was continue from where we leaved. I was keep wondering in between she took the water glass and going back to put it in sink. I stand and said “ok ayesha I think I should leave now.” Ayesha: so soon? U have some work? I wanted to say “I have no work I just wanna fuck u so hard” but I couldn’t say that I said “ yes I have to finish the project which I left behind coz I had to follow you” she said ok said bye and I came back to home. At my home I was tying hard to concentrate on my half work but I wasn’t able to do it I was keep wondering about all what happened in recent hours how my life got changed in few hours how my best friend became my girl in few hours and more then that I was keep wondering about the words which ayesha said to me. “You have full right on my body”. That was feeling really good I couldn’t believe I was planning to take her on my bed. But I had no idea how can I do it coz for next full week she wasn’t coming to my house. Anyway somehow I finished my work and start trying to sleeping but It was really hard I was still awake till 2 am usually I sleep till 11 anyhow. I just wanted to talk to ayesha but it wasn’t possible coz she must be sleeping. But don’t know why I dialed her cell no. phone start ringing but in half I cut it off to think she will be mad if I awake her at midnight. I put my phone on table and again start try to sleep but just after a min. my phone start ringing without making any delay I picked it and watched its screen. I was expecting it must be ayesha and I was right the screen was flashing her name. I picked it up. Me: hello Ayesha: did you called me a min. ago? Me: yes I did how do you know? Ayesha: I can see ur no. on my cell phone. (Damn what happen to me? How I forgot everybody can see incoming no. on mobile phone I proved myself foolish front of her) Me: oh yeah sorry I forgot. (She giggled) Ayesha: so? U wanted to say something? Me: emm not exactly. Ayesha: why did u ringed me at 2 am then? Me: sorry if I awake you. Ayesha: nope you didn’t I was awaked already I couldn’t sleep. Me: really? Why? Is everything fine? Ayesha: yes everything is fine why u r still awake btw? I have same reason for being awake at 2 am that u have. I guess she figured it out I was wondering about her. Me: and what’s the reason? Ayesha: Vijay stop being ignorant now. Is it too hard for u to say u was missing me? Me: yes actually we are friends from long time we always were in limits but now suddenly we become lovers I think we will take some time to be familiar with this new relation what u think.? Ayesha: no I think only u will take time coz I am already comfortable with out new relation and I guess u also won’t take much time after tomorrow. Me: tomorrow? What’s tomorrow? Ayesha: tomorrow I am coming at ur house and I will give u something that will make u comfortable too coz I think u wasn’t prepare for this new relation but I was for the day I meet u. Me: what r u talking about? Ayesha: nothing you just sleep we will meet tomorrow. Me: ok good night. She also wished me good night and ended the phone call. I was start wondering what she gonna give me that will make me comfortable? Is she gonna give me a nice fuck or it will be a hours long lecture about love relationship? Anyway I awake for another hour and then fallen asleep. Next morning I wake up at 10. I took leave from office coz today I wasn’t feeling to work I just wanted to rest and wanted to spend time with Ayesha. I brushed my teeth and drink some tea took a quick shower. Then I watched some TV. I was expecting her to arrive at 2 pm. But she came at 11.30. She was in a black t-shirt and a high knee skirt. Door was open already when she arrived so she just came inside the house and sit on the couch. I asked her “u so early?” she replied “ yeah soon u will go to office so I came early to think we will have more time to talk” Me: but I am not going anywhere today. Ayesha: what about ur work? Me: I took leave today. Ayesha: really? That’s cool. Did u took leave for me btw? Me: No I didn’t have much work to do at office today that’s why. (I couldn’t say yes coz of my ego ) Ayesha: have u took lunch? Me: nope not yet I was going to cook. Ayesha: you sit and relax I will made lunch today. Then she went in the kitchen and start cooking she didn’t need my assistance coz she was already using my kitchen from months so she has all knowledge about my kitchen. She made some Indian food. We took lunch and finally became free at 1 pm. Now I was watching TV ones again I mean I was trying to act watching TV my attention was on ayesha who was reading news paper. There was thousands of questions in my mind about our last night talk but I wasn’t able to ask her coz she could catch my excitement about the desire of having sex with her. I was expecting her to tell it herself but when after half hour she didn’t say even a single word I dare myself. Me: ayesha. Ayesha: yes? Me: did I wake u up last night? Ayesha: u mean by that phone call? Me: yap Ayesha: nope u didn’t….. I told u already didn’t I? Me: yeah u did. Ayesha: then why u asked again or u wanted to remind me about last night talk of ours??? (She giggled) I was busted now I have no choice will have to accept and will have to talk point to point. Me: yes I wanted to to remind u when u said u gonna give me something today I am wondering from last night what u was talking about I am so confuse. Ayesha: I know u already guessed what I was talking about. Me: really I have no idea. Ayesha: ok let It be….. tell me why r u so shy these days.? You said u also loves me but I don’t feel like you do. Me: I really love u why did u thought I don’t love u.? Ayesha: ask urself you feel shy to say u was missing me you aren’t comfortable when I am around u and so on. Me: it’s just coz I am so confuse these days b4 we were just friends and we use to talk but we never talk about any sexual mater but now we are lovers and I know it will hurt you but since I know you are my girl I just can’t stop dreaming about u in a sexual way. I don’t know what’s wrong with me I try a lot to stop thinking about you like that but I can’t help it. (I can’t believe I just said that ) now I was waiting for her reply what she will say. She was quite “are you angry” I said “I am so sorry if I hurt you but I just said what I feel I am always afraid I will do something and u will leave me” She looked at me for a moment then she moved sit near me and said “Look I know sex is the topic we have never talked b4 but it’s not a big deal for me to talk about it with u coz now I have accepted you as my lover my soul mate so I can talk about it with u. I am not angry from you if u think about me sexually after all we are lovers. I never told you b4 but I always fantasize about u coz you was the only boy who was around me from childhood. Now tell me was I a bad friend? I don’t think I was coz I loved you I just didn’t told you about that.” I was shocked to know all that. But I was quite happy too. Ayesha continue speaking. Tell me do wanna have sex with me? I was shocked again what she was saying was totally fantastic it was like a dream I couldn’t say anything else other then “what?” Ayesha: yes tell me do u wanna have sex with me coz I think this is the only way to make you comfortable with me. Me: no I don’t want to have sex with u just coz I want it we will have it when u will also want to have sex with me not just to make me comfortable with u. Ayesha: now I am also shy a little I can’t say it from my mouth but yes I also want it. Before I could realize what she said she stand and set on my lap. She was close to me again I could smell her perfume that was making me crazy coz doesn’t mater I was about to be 24 I never been this much close with any woman b4. When she sat on my lap her legs get spread a little so her skirt moved up a little now it was above her knee and I could see her fair sexy lower legs what I never saw b4. I had no idea what was going on until she started kissing me and just at the moment I realize this day gonna be the most fantastic day of my life. I also start kissing her wildly. Her big breasts were pushing against my chest and my hands were on her lower back just above her ass. I was enjoying her tongue playing with mine but I had to move on so I put my mouth on her neck and between our kiss sometimes I was kissing her neck too and when I was doing that I could see she was moving her face to the roof so I could kiss her neck even her upper cleavage much better way. Our breathing was being faster every moment. Slowly I moved my right hand on her thigh it was so nice soft and without even a single hair. I start lifting her skirt up slowly she didn’t protest but suddenly stop kissing me and stand from my laps. I thought maybe she mind but how we have just talked about all things then why? I was wrong she didn’t mind she stand from my laps and stand right front of me. She removed her hair band so now her beautiful black silky hairs were all over her back and some were on her face now she was looking even sexier. I thought now she would remove her top but I was wrong she jumped over me gave me a big kiss and then start lifting my t-shirt and after only a single second she removed my t-shirt. Now she start kissing my chest my stomach and nipples. She was teasing my nipples with her tongue yap that was stupid but I didn’t wanted to stop her I wanted her to do whatever she want. It didn’t last too long just after 5 to 10 seconds she stand again and said “let’s go to bedroom” I was so horney and didn’t wanted to go anywhere I asked “what’s the problem here” she replied “ no problem but I think bed is more comfortable” I didn’t wanted to argue with her so I stand too I put her in my arm now she was in my arms not on floor I start moving to bedroom and in the way to the bed I was keeping kissing her soft tasty lips. When we reached to the bed I almost throw her on bed she managed and sit on the bed this time I couldn’t wait and I removed her t-shirt myself. I looked for a moment she wear a black bra it wasn’t enough to cover her breast I could easily see her breast just near her nipples. Bra was so tight so I could see where her nipple is behind the fabric I start kissing her ones again now my hands went on her back and I unhook her bra and fall back I pulled her bra and I saw the most beautiful breasts ever these were nice firm round breast two little coin size nipple were looking so nice on them. When Ayesha notice I am watching her tits she blushed and hided her boobs with both of her hands and stat smiling. I give her a smile too and then take her hands off from her boobs. She said “u looking like u never watched breast b4” Me: I said I never had any girl. Ayesha: so u never watched boobs even on internet or TV. Me: of curse I did but none of them were beautiful as u have. She blushed again. I went back to her start kissing her again and my hands were on her boobs now I start squeezing them. It didn’t took so much time I felt my hands became wet I looked at them there was something white on my hands I knew what it was. Me: wow its nice u still have milk in ur breast but since no body suck ur breast don’t it hurt I mean I heard it hurts to have milk in breast if woman don’t squeeze it out. Ayesha: yes it hurts but I squeeze it by using my hands and I got a pump back at my home too. Then she stopped speaking for a moment and then after thinking something she said Ayesha: vijay….. Would u like to suck them? Actually I also wanted to suck them and wanted to taste how does it taste I know it was weird but exiting at the same time. Me: u want me to suck ur breast? Ayesha: yes if u don’t mind…..whenever I squeeze my milk I fantasize about u sucking them and it felt good to me now when u know my secret so I want to feel it in real. Will u? Me: ok let’s try. she lay on the bed I sit near her I moved my mouth near her right breast nipple. I could smell aroma of her milk it was good I took her nipple in my mouth and start sucking it gently. She start moaning as milk start coming from her nipple. It was so tasty kind of vanilla flavor. I said Me: it’s taste like vanilla. Ayesha: I know Me: how? Ayesha: told ya I got a pump at home so I taste it ones. “Smile” Ayesha: it feels so good when u suck my breast I can feel something from my body going in ur body I think it makes our love strong. Me: yes. And then I start sucking it again. I sucked both of her breasts for about 15 to 20 min. and she didn’t stop moaning in that period of time it sounds like she was enjoying this sucking more then the fucking lol. After some time milk stopped flowing. And I removed my mouth from her breast. Ayesha: oh vijay u don’t know how much good I am feeling right now….. it was never so satisfying to squeeze milk by hands or by using pump today I am feeling like I rid from pain in real. Me: don’t worry from now u won’t need any pump or ur hands to squeeze ur milk out of ur breast. And I winked her She giggled and said “I really hope so” then she sit on the bed and removed her pant herself I saw her beautiful thighs first time in my life. She was looking to sexy but at this moment all I wanted to see her pussy. I grabbed her panty and slowly slid it out from her thighs then from her legs and bingo she was now totally nude. Her legs were straight on the bed she lay on the bed again fold her legs. I grabbed them by her knee and spread them by using my hands and I saw a nicely shaved pink pussy totally open. It was little wet and I guessed it’s coz of sucking session. I watched it’s beauty for about a min. and then I put my hand on it I felt it was so soft and warm maybe the softest thing I ever touch it was sticky coz of her juice I start rubbing it and when I was rubbing it she was moaning so hard my hand gets sticky coz of her precum. I don’t know what came in my mind I put my biggest finger in her pussy and it slid into the pussy like there was nothing maybe coz it was so wet. I start fingering her and she start moaning even louder. Her moans were making me crazy so I was fingering her more and more my hand was running like it was some engine then suddenly she grabbed my hand so tight and forcefully stopped it she holed my hand so tight and her hips were bouncing like ball. I didn’t know what happened till I didn’t felt something on my finger which was still in her vagina. Now I knew she got orgasm. Her body was all sweaty. I put my finger out of her pussy it was even more wet now. She looked at me and gave me a smile. I smiled back. Now she got up and said “now let me see what u have” and she pushed me slowly I knew she want me to lay on the bed so I layed on the bed myself. She removed my pants and then underwear my 7 inch dick already in its hardest position she saw it. I don’t know it surprised her or what but her eyes became so wide I asked her. Me: what happen? Ayesha: it’s so beautiful big, thick and nicely shaped ……….the best I ever saw I doubt if my pussy will be able to handle it. Me: best u ever saw? How many u saw yet? Ayesha: two ur and jahid’s his dick was not this much bigger it was almost half then ur and not thick as u have and he had a cut on his dick that looks really ugly infect he use to force me to suck it coz his dick because his dick use to take too much time to get hard and ur is hard already. Me: jahid forced u for blowjob? That sux I guess u don’t like it so no worry if u don’t feel comfortable don’t suck mine. “smile” Ayesha was still looking at my dick she said “no it’s looking so cute I want to take it in my mouth I want to see how it’s different the jahid’s it was only jahids dick which taste so bad or all dicks taste rubbish.” Me: sure? Ayesha: yes She moved her mouth near my dick I knew what was going to happen I never had even someone’s hand on my dick before and now the girl of my dreams were going to put her lips, mouth on it…..it was making my dick even harder. She took my dick in her mouth and start sucking it slowly. I can’t explain how good that feeling was, her mouth was so warm I could feel her tongue licking tip of my dick. She put my dick out of her mouth and start looking it again. Me: what happen? It’s same as jahids? Ayesha: no it’s much better I enjoyed it. And again she took it in her mouth and start sucking it I closed my eyes and start enjoying her warm mouth. She sucked it for about 10 min. and then put it out. She looking at me and said Ayesha: it felt so good but my mouth hurts now. Me: oh sorry. Ayesha: why r u sorry u didn’t forced me I enjoyed that but now I am ready to move forward I can’t take this anymore I am so horney now. Me: move forward what do u mean? I knew what she mean but I wanted to know what will she say. Ayesha: are u ready to make me ur forever? Me: yes I am. Ayesha: then just lay as u r. Then she stand up on bed. She stepped her one leg over my body and now I am between her legs. She set near my dick. I knew what she was going to do. She grabbed my dick in her right hand and point it’s tip on the door of her lovehole. Ayesha: I think it’s too big for this position but coz my pussy is open it should go in it somehow. She start trying to sit on my dick pointing her pussy. This was the first time my dick ever touch a pussy it went 10% in her pussy but then slid out it happen several times. She stand up and said “ I think it won’t work we will have to try something else. I got up and she layed on the bed she folded her legs and spread them now her pussy was open I layed on her I aimed my dick on her pussy and pushed. With a single push my dick goes little in her pussy she moaned and said “push again” I pushed again and this time half of my dick was inside in her pussy she almost screamed. Me: u ok? “I could easily see pain on her face” Ayesha: it’s too big I am feeling like I am a virgin. Me: u want me to take it out if u feeling too much pain? Ayesha: no keep going on today no pain can stop me to make u mine. Push it in I pushed again and my dick was inside her pussy. It was so tight she was right I also felt like she was still a virgin coz her pussy hold my dick so tight. My dick was totally inside her pussy. It was so warm and wet. I was feeling so happy coz this was the moment when I was inside my best friend. Now we became one. But ayesha was feeling so much pain I could see it on her face became so red like all her blood came in her face her body was white as much it wasn’t few min. ago. Me: Ayesha r u ok? I really feel we should stop seems like its not usual pain. Ayesha: no don’t stop it will be ok soon. To reduce her pain I start kissing her again and start moving my dick in and out. She was right in next few min. her pain became pleasure and screams became moans now I was fucking her so fast our body were now with full of sweat. Her arms were on my around back and legs were on my hips I was fucking her with my full capacity I was enjoying it too much and finally after about 25 min. I was about to reach my destination. I said Me: Ayesha I am about to cum. Ayesha: me too. Me: let me take it out. Ayesha: no do it inside. I became even faster with those words and finally I came deep inside her womb about 3 to 5 shots of cum inside her pussy and we both were done. I was still on her my dick now getting loose I moved up and lay next to her she was still breathing fast but it became normal in next few seconds. I looked her and asked her if she is ok coz I was worried if she still feeling pain or something like that she looked me and gave me a smile with satisfaction. She kissed me and said “I love you and I was never good like this before.” I smiled back. Then we took shower together and I fucked her again in bathroom. This wasn’t the end it was just the start of my golden time. Now there was nothing privet or secret between us we were one forever. This is half story my friend told me more let me know if you ppl wanna know it.

"Why the hell does he have to come along?" Asked Chloe, as she got in the car. Her parents and my parents along with myself, Zach, were going on a trip together. It was only a 4 hour drive from where we live in Belen, New Mexico. We here heading up to Cortez, Colorado, well, just north of there, to go camping. "Because," her mother replied, "He is Carol and Mike's son, and he has every right to go along too." "Its bad enough that I have to go to school with him." she retorted. I was starting to get very uncomfortable. I am more of an outcast in high school, always sitting at the back of the class, sitting alone at lunch, talking to no one. I was shy, and because of that, I was typecast as the the outcast. Since I was also really into Model Railroading, I was also considered the nerd, since I always wore a shirt with a railroad logo on it. "Chloe, please, don't make this trip unbearable for us, just get used to it, who knows, you two might become friends" her father told here. Chloe slid into the seat into the seat next to me and gave me an evil glare, making me even more uncomfortable. "I highly doubt it, dad" Chloe said. We were taking two cars, Chloe's parents were driving their Dodge Dart, while my parents followed in our SUV. Apparently they had decided to use my parents SUV to haul everything down to our property about 15 minutes south of Cortez. "Listen, its bad enough that I have to sit next to you for the next 4 hours, but help me god, if you even dare touch me, even accidentally, I will scream bloody murder and have my parents force you to ride on the top of the car!" She scowled I looked at her and just nodded. I was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. I scooted as close as I could to my side of the car so I would not accidentally touch her. I picked up the book I was reading, "Saving the Cumbres and Toltec Scenic Railroad" and started to read. I should take this moment to describe Chloe and myself. I am about 5'9, 190 pounds, dark brown hair and grey eyes. I may be a little overweight, and I have no excuse for myself, since I am not very active. As for Chloe, I have always had a secret crush on her. She is 5'2, petite, weighing in at no more than 110 pounds soaking wet, small B-cup breasts, dark red hair and green eyes. I have always had a crush on her since the 3rd grade when she transferred to my school when her father was transferred by his job from Bozeman, Montana, however, she instantly hated me, and everyone in our grade told her about how much of a nerd and geek I am. Ahh, yes, the cruelty of grade school towards the outcasts! Chloe's parents, Ray and Donna, spoke during the whole trip, it seemed like they never ran out of things to talk about. As for myself, I was intently reading my book, trying my best from not touch Chloe, and Chloe it seemed like had fallen asleep while listening to her music from her Samsung phone. We were going going up old US 666 (The Devils road), when the dreaded thing happened. As we were going around the a sharp corner , the movement of the car caused her head to lean over and land on my shoulder! "Good God!" I exclaimed quietly. I was afraid she was going to wake up instantly and come through on her threat. Thankfully as we rounded the next corner, it caused her head to move the other way, and she did not even stir. I gave a sigh of relief. When we got to our property, I helped my parents unload the car. We had made previous arrangements to bring 4 tents, two for our parents, and one each for Chloe and I. As we were unloading, Ray came up and asked where the last tent was, since we he only counted 3. My dad and I searched the car and all around, but there was no tent to be found, we had 6 sleeping bags, but only 3 tents! "Oh geez," Ray said, "Chloe will not be happy about sharing a tent with you, Zach." he said, almost apologetically. "It is fine, I can sleep outside in my sleeping back, I don't care" I replied "I don't think so, Zach," My dad told me, "it is supposed to rain hard tonight" "I could wear my poncho!" I said, doing my best to get out of sharing a tent with Chloe. "Not gonna happen!" my father said sternly. "CHLOE!" Ray called out to his daughter, "COME OVER HERE!" Chloe walked over to where we were standing. "Yes?" She asked her dad. "I hate to say this, but it appears that we forgot one of the tents. It is supposed to rain hard tonight, so you are going to have to share a tent with Zach" I could see her face become pale with terror... "What the HELL! Can't we go buy another tent!?" She was furious, she did not want me near her while she slept. "I am afraid not, the stores close in 30 minutes and its a 40 minute drive to the nearest Wal-Mart, Now if we were at a campground, I would rush right over, but we are in the woods and it will take some time to get there." Her dad replied. "Fuck this, I am sleeping with you and mom!" She said coldly, staring at me. "We would let you, honey, but there is no room in there for 3 people" Ray explained. "God Damnit!" She said Angerly, She then turned to me. "If you even DARE touch me, or tell ANYONE we slept in the same tent, I will make sure you will regret it for the rest of your life!" "Understood" I said quietly. The rest of the day went smoothly, and before long, we had finished our dinner, catfish that was caught in the decent sized stream about 100 yards from where we were camping out. We could hear thunder in the distance. Chloe stood up. "I am going to go change in the tent now, better stay out, perv!" She told us. She then walked to the tent, unzipped it, and got in. I decided to wait 15 minutes before I decided to go to tent, giving her ample time to get changed. I walked over, but before entering, I decided to ask if she was decent. "Yes, I am decent, you may come in, but stay away from me!" She growled. She was apparently still not happy or used to the idea that we had to share the same tent. After I closed the tent zipper behind me, I realized, how the hell am I going to get change for bed with her inside! The wind was picking up and it was starting to rain, so I knew that she would not want to wait outside. I decided that I would save her the disgrace of me changing, and climbed into my sleeping bag and decided I would only sleep in my boxers. It would be uncomfortable, but I did not want her ruining my life. As I slid into my bag, I found it difficult to remove my pants, since there is hardly any room inside it. I finally managed and put them on my slide of the tent. "Okay perv, don't you dare touch me tonight! Remember what I said!" She reminded me, as she turned on her side to go to sleep. I turned oppisite of her and immediately fell asleep my self. I was asleep for what seemed like a few minutes, when I felt something warm cuddle up to the front of me. It caused me to stir, and I was really frightened with what was going on. There was Chloe, curled up next to me, her ass on my crotch, my hardening cock right between her ass cheeks. I was petrified, but also at the same time, extremely aroused. Yes, I know she has been very harsh to me, but, as you know, I have been very attracted to her. I then realized the mistake that I knew for sure would be the ruining of my life. I had left my bags zipper all the way open, and as hers did not have a zipper, she was able to, without realizing it, cuddle up to me. Her ass was so soft and warm against my cock. I held my breath as I listened to her soft breaths as she slept. I tried to move away, but she only moved with me and cuddled even closer, this time, my now fully hard, 9 inch cock, was right between her legs and less then a millimeter away from her pussy. I tried not to move, but I accidentally moved very slightly, and I heard her let out a gentle moan. Was she dreaming of one of her many ex-boyfriends fucking her, while she unknowingly was cuddled up next to the person she hated with a passion. I was very turned on, the moan made it even worse. I decided to risk her ruining my life and placed my hand on her hips. I was surprised that she was only wearing a thin nighty, and I could not feel any panties what so ever.... "Uh oh" I thought to myself, "This is NOT going to be good" With Chloe not wearing anything below the waste, and my cock poking out from my boxers, I knew that this would not end well....I will have to try and fall asleep like this and try to ignore her cuddled up to me. Try as I might, I could not, and I could tell that her breathing was becoming more rapid, and she was moaning more and more, albeit gently. What happened next, really terrified me, but also surprised me. She moved her hips in such a way, the head of my cock dipped inside her very wet pussy. It felt like heaven! I stifled a moan at the feeling. The warmth of her pussy turned me on even more. She started moving her hips more, and each time she pushed back, my cock would go deeper into her. I felt bad because she was still asleep, elated that I was actually inside this cute girl who hated me, but I adored from afar, and scared to death of what would happen when, if she does wake up and finds my cock deep in her. About a minute or two later, My full 9 inch cock was buried fully, deep inside her. She was very tight, and very wet. It was at the moment, she stirred, and opened her eyes. She suddenly realized that she had a cock in her, and a split second later, she realized it was mine. "THE FUCK!" She yelled, when she realized my cock was balls deep in her. Her anger instantly changed to pleasure when she felt how big I was in her, filling her completely. "Oh my god, Zach, you are HUGE!" She moaned "Do you want me to pull out?" I asked "Don't you fucking dare, stay right where you are" She responded, and started rocking her hips, slowly fucking my cock. It felt amazing! She was so tight, it almost hurt being in her, but it felt so good at the same. Feeling brave, I reached around her and put my hand on top of one her tits. She grabbed my hand and put it under her shirt and directly on nipple. "Squeeze it" She told me, "twist it as well, I really like that." When I did, she let out a moan of pure pleasure. "Oh god, Zach, you feel amazing!" She said. I took this as a sign that she would not do anything harmfull to me, so I started moving my cocking in rythem with hers, fucking her from behind. "Can I be on top of you, Chloe?" I asked. "Yes, please, I want to feel your cock rubbing on my clit!" I removed my cock, and she let out a sound of displeasure when she felt empty. She rolled onto her back, and I climbed between her legs. "I want to do something first." I told her, and moved my head down to her pussy. She smelled good, almost like cherries. I moved in and kissed the outside of her pussy. She let out an approving moan. "Please, please lick me!" She moaned. I did not hesitate, and took this opportunity to start licking her from top to bottom, paying careful attention to her clit. Before long, she had her hands on the back of my head, moaning and writhing like crazy. "Don't Stop! Please, Don't stop! I'm going to cum!" she moaned. She let out a muffled scream and I knew she was cumming hard from the attention I was giving her. When I pulled my face, covered with her juices on my mouth, she told me "Oh god, Zach, I had no idea you liked doing that! None of my boyfriends would ever do that to me! That was amazing!" With that, she pulled me up and to my surprise, gave me a kiss. I returned this, I was not going to waste a moment of this, because who knew what would happen in the morning. Then an idea popped into my head, an idea that would basically make her my girlfriend. As we were kissing, I felt her hand move down to my cock. Her eyes widened when she felt how big I really was with her hand. "You are massive! Much bigger than my other boyfriends." "I am glad you like it, Chloe, do you want it back in you?" I asked. "Yes, Please, I really want it in me, I need you" I took this as a sign and slid my cock deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss as she felt me stretch her once again. I started to move my cock in and out of her now soaking wet pussy. "Oh baby, you feel so good in me, you fill me like no one else ever has" She moaned. I started kissing the base of her neck as I took my time fucking her with slow, long strokes. Each time I bottomed out, I could the head of my go past her cervix. "Oh god, go faster, please, I need to feel you pounding into me!" She begged. "Please, please fuck me hard!" "How hard?" I asked "As hard as you can, please, please faster!" She begged some more. I took a nipple into my mouth and started to slam my cock into her, pistoning in and out of her, each time causing her to let out muffled screams. "Oh god! Yes! Yes! Oh my god! Please don't stop!" She moaned. At this point, I figured that out parents could hear, but then I remembered that it was raining hard, so I figured that if the did hear, it would be faint. I continued to slam as hard and fast as I could. She pulled me down and gave me a kiss full of passion, and looked into my eyes. I looked back, and I no longer saw the hatred she had always shown me, but more of a passionate look. I knew that she was enjoying having me deep in her, just as much as I was having her tight, wet pussy wrapped around me. "Don't stop! Please, Zach, keep going! I'm...I'm....I'm Cumming!" She yelled. I could feel her pussy contract around me even tighter and I knew I was getting close. I did what she asked me to, and kept going. When her orgasm subsided, she looked at me. "Please don't cum in me, please! I am not on the pill and I know I am very fertile right now!" She begged, "Please, cum on my tits!" I kept banging deep into her, my eyes locked on hers. "Oh yeah?" I replied, still fucking her, a bit more slowly now. "And what if I do cum in you?" "Please, no, please, cum on my tits!" She replied "What if I want to?" I asked her again "No! I know I am fertile right now! Please, I don't want to be pregnant!" She told me. When I heard her say the word "Pregnant", the thought of her belly growing with my child inside her turned me on even more. She could feel that I was getting very close, feeling my cock get bigger inside her. Before she could say anything else, I gave her a very deep kiss, and started to go even faster, determined to cum deep inside her. "Please! No! Oh god! Please! Cum on me!" She begged. I let out a groan and shoved my cock as deep as I could into her pussy, and released a torrent of my sticky, white, baby making cum deep into her. Her eyes widened when she felt me release my cum deep inside her. "NO! Please! Pull out! Pull Out! Don't cum in me!" She complained, but I ignored her, and kept pumping my cum as deep as I could into her fertile pussy. She looked sad when I stopped cumming. I had cum deep into her, when she did not want me too. "Why? Why did you cum in me, Zach?" She asked "Think of it as my way of making you my girlfriend, I claim you as mine" I responded. "No one has ever cum in me before, Zach. Yes, I will be your girlfriend, but I am not ready to be a mother yet! She cried. I could tell that she was very worried. But the fact that she had agreed to be my girlfriend without hesitation made me very happy, but the fact that she might now be pregnant with my child made me smile. That morning, our parents noticed that change in her as well. She was no longer acting like a total ass towards me, but was now actually being nice to me, even flirting. When her parents asked, she told them that we had a long talk, and that she started to really like me as a person. Her parents had shocked look on their faces when she told them that she had agreed to be my girlfriend. After that night, she no longer talked bad about me, and when we went back to school, her friends thought that she was crazy that she was now dating me, but she took it in stride. I was making her happy and keeping her satisfied in bed. We were spending every moment we could together. She found out that I had always liked her and had a crush on her, even though she had always treated me like shit. A couple of weeks later, she realized that she was late for her period. On our date night, she wanted me to pick her up some pregnancy tests, just to make sure. She decided that she would take the test in the morning, and stayed the night with me. We made love a few times that night, and when she woke up to use that bathroom, she took the test. To her horror.....it read "Positive" I had put a baby in Chloe. When she told me that I had gotten her pregnant, I gave her a really big smile and gave her a great big hug, kissing her deeply on the lips. It surprised her, and kissed me back "You are not going to leave me?" She asked "Why would I? It is my child, and I want to be there for our baby" I replied She looked at me again and pulled me in for another kiss. When we broke the kiss, I looked deep into her eyes. "I love you, Chloe" I told her. She kissed me again. "I love you too, Zach" Her parents we not thrilled about their daughter being pregnant at an early age, but they grew to accept it when she told them that I was going to be there for the baby. My parents were mad at me, but that did not last long. Everyone agreed that it wold be better for her to move in with me, and before long, we were making love every night, in our bed. She gave birth to a healthy baby girl, who we named Veronica. I fell in love instantly with our daughter, I made a promise, both to Chloe, and Veronica, that I would be there for them whenever they needed me. We got married a year later, and shortly after the honeymoon, which was in upstate New York by the way, we found out she was pregnant again. I could not be happier, and I don't think Chloe would disagree

My mom and dad split up a couple of years ago. From what I heard it was about sex. Dad was not man enough to keep Mom happy and after 17 years she eventually got fed up and let him know that he wasn't big enough or good enough and she was sick of faking it so he left. I could hear them fighting, or at least Mom yelling that she had had enough of sucking his cock to get him hard enough so he could fuck her for thirty seconds, blow his load and fall asleep. Dad had been gone for about six months and Mom was getting frustrated and hard to live with. I could hear her getting herself off at night and looked once and saw her using a huge didlo on herself. She was pounding it fast and deep into her cunt and rubbing her clit with her other hand till she got off. I went back to my room and rubbed myself till I came and fell asleep. I was sixteen then and had started pleasuring myself often although I was still a virgin. Not long after that, Mom started going out several nights a week. She would come home at one or two in the morning drunk and all messed up. Sometimes there was still cum on her face and in her hair and her clothes would be torn. I would lay in my bed and imagine my mom getting fucked hard by some stranger while I rubbed my pussy till I felt good. After several weeks went by like that Mom finally brought the first stranger home with her. She was so drunk that he had to hold her to keep her from falling. They went straight to her room and for an hour I could hear them fucking. She would be yelling for him to shove that big meat into her. "Fuck me with that man sized cock. Harder. Fuck me harder. My husband had a little wimpy pecker. I want your big cock fucking me." Finally I heard him. "I'm going to come you fucking bar slut. Suck the cum out of my cock and don't spill a fucking drop. Yesssss." A few seconds later, "Come on stud, now eat me. Lick my fuckin' pussy. Bite my clit, chew on it. I'm going to come. Shove that bat back in me while I come on it. Oh shiiiiit yes. Yes." Things were quiet for several minutes then I heard Mom's door squeak and I saw him walk naked past my partly open door as he went to the bathroom. His cock hung half way to his knee. As he passed by on his way back he was stroking it and it was starting to get hard again. I had seen Dad naked a few times and had seen a few pornos on the computer but I had never seen a cock like that. He went back into Mom's room and I heard him tell her to roll over and lift her ass up in the air. "I'm going to fuck your ass and fill it full. Mom screamed when he shoved it up her rectum but was soon telling him to give it to her. "Fuck my asshole you bull. Get it all in there. Pound my ass. Yeeees!" "I'm ready to come you fucking bitch now turn around and suck me dry." A few minutes later I heard him trying to get my mom to suck him again but she had passed out and he could not get her to come to. He got dressed and left. I got myself off for the third time that night and went to sleep. It was about 3 am. The next morning Mom called me for breakfast. She looked like hell and was dragging around the kitchen but neither one of us said anything about the night before. Mom started going out three of four times a week and always bringing home men for the same kind of night. She was always drunk and loud and I always rubbed myself to completion while listening to her get fucked in every way your could think of. More and more often the guy or guys would be black. I heard her say that blacks usually had the biggest cocks and she loved big cocks, the bigger the better. She frequently wound up passed out and the guys would leave her in a bed drenched with cum. Some times there were two at the same time and I could hear them talking about all the things they were doing. She loved having cocks pounding any two of her holes at the same time. One time I heard the two guys saying that she had passed out. They agreed to piss all over her and leave. The next morning I could smell the urine. She finally acknowledged that I knew what she was doing. She apologized but said that she was having the time of her life and intended to keep doing it so I should just not worry about it. After that the man or men would sometimes still be there for breakfast the next morning. Some would give me a real good looking over and make some sexy wise cracks but Mom never let them touch me. I had had my eighteenth birthday by now. Thru all of this I had kept my virginity although I was starting to let some of the guys at school get pretty friendly and even finger fuck me. I gave one blowjob to the quarterback of the football team but he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to fuck me but I said no and he moved on to another girl. One night Mom brought this guy home earlier than usual but she was still already plastered. I was watching a show on TV and they came in and sat in the living room too. He was about six foot four and really built and probably in his late thirties. He was black, really dark black. It was only a few minutes before she had his cock out and was sucking on it right in front of me. He had a cock that was at least ten inches and as big around as my wrist and Mom had almost all of it in her mouth. He just stared at me while Mom was blowing him. I stayed and half watched the show and half watched them. After a few minutes she got him off and he filled her mouth with cum. She never even swallowed it. She passed out and it just drained out of her mouth all over his cock and balls. After a couple of minutes he pulled her off of him by the hair and pushed her away. He got up dropping his pants to the floor and stepping out of them as he walked over to my chair. He stood in front of me with his huge cum covered cock right in front of my face. "OK little darlin' clean it." I sank back in the chair and said no. This big black man grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to his cock. "I said clean it." He rubbed the head against my lips and tightened his grip in me hair. I slowly opened my mouth and as soon as it was open enough, he shoved that huge thing in, stretching me wide and hitting the back of my mouth and making me gag. I could taste his cum but it did not taste as bad as I expected that it would. He used my hair to pull me back and forth on his rod as it hardened. My mouth was stretched to hurting to get around it and I gagged each time he hit the back of my throat but he didn't care. He was getting about half of his now rock hard ten inch cock into my mouth. While he was fucking his cock with my face he reached down with his other hand and reached under my skirt and pulled my panties aside and pushed his big fingers into my pussy. After poking me a few times he got in far enough to reach my hymen. "What have we here, a virgin. Not for long. I haven't fucked me a virgin for years. I would have thought that as much as your mom fucked that you would have started years ago." He pulled his cock and fingers out of me and yanked my blouse over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra so my 34 B tits were exposed to him. "Your nipples are hard sweetie." He roughly pulled my legs apart and stepped between them. "No, don't do it. I don't want to. Please." He held me tight around the neck with one hand. He spit on my pussy and again on his cock head. Then with the other hand he positioned his cock head at the opening to my cunt. One hard thrust and he was fully in me. My hymen was busted and I felt like I was being spilt apart. I screamed in pain. It hurt. It hurt so bad. The first time he pulled his monster out it was covered in blood. He slammed it back into me and laughed. "No. No. Stop. I can't take it. It hurts so bad. Please stop." But he didn't stop. He pounded my pussy over and over again. The pain started to go away but I still begged him to stop. He fucked me deep and hard for about ten minutes. I gave up fighting and begging and just lay there. Finally I was able to look down and see his huge black man pole sliding in and out of my snow white pubic hair covered pussy. It was an amazing sight. He started making noises that I knew from listening to Mom and her guys that meant that he was about to come. I panicked. "Don't come in me. I don't want to get pregnant." I begged him twice. "OK but you're going to suck me dry then." He pulled his cock out and brought it to my mouth. I would do anything to get him to stop at that point so I opened my mouth. He put just the head in my mouth and stroked himself till he erupted. Spurt after spurt, rope after rope of cum flew into my mouth. More than I could hold. He reached and forced my mouth closed and held it till I had to swallow. Then he squeezed the sides of my jaw, forcing my mouth open and shoved himself back in. "Keep sucking till I tell you to stop." About five minutes later he let me stop sucking on his soft cock. He got dressed and left. I went to my room. I was hurting and sore and mad at him and my mom. She was still passed out on the couch. The next morning Mom was still on the couch when I came into the living room, sore and mad and having trouble walking. I grabbed her and shook her hard. When she came to I screamed at her. "You fucking slut. Your son of a bitch boy friend raped me last night because you passed out and he couldn't get what he wanted from your cunt and mouth and asshole. I was still a virgin but not any more. You're a fucking drunken pig." Rather than yelling back at me she came to enough to realize what had happened and she spent all morning apologizing to me over and over. Finally we ended up hugging. I was just wiped out physically and emotionally. She still went out but she did not bring anyone home for the next couple weeks. After a couple weeks, I let one of the boys at school fuck me in the woods on the way home from school. His five-inch white cock didn't feel right and he came and filled the condom after about two minutes then put himself away and we went home. That night I told Mom that I didn't care if she started bringing guys home again. I also told her that I had let one of the boys at school fuck me. I asked her to let me get the pill. She said OK. One night about a month later she had brought two guys home, one black and one white. She was drunk enough not to know what was happening when the black guy took her to her room but the white guy stopped at my door and looked in. They were all already naked. I was almost asleep when he came into my room but I woke up when he sat on the edge of my bed. With a start I looked at him. He was sitting there stroking himself while looking at me. "Hello there. I'm Bill. I met your mom at the bar tonight and she invited me and my friend to come over for a little fun. Would you like to join in on the fun?" I looked at his eyes and then at his cock and thought about it for a minute. Then I sat up and pulled the oversized t-shirt that I wear as a nightie off over my head. I took Bill's cock in my hand and stroked it. It was big but not quite as big as the first cock that had fucked me. Bill bent over and started sucking on one of my tits making my nipples hard. He also slid his finger between my pussy lips and rubbed my clit. It felt so much better than when I did it to myself. I spread my legs and could feel myself getting wet. Bill pushed me down and kissed his way down my stomach to my mound. When his tongue first touched my clit I jumped and moaned. I put my hands behind his head and held him tight to my pussy. He ate me for several minutes and brought me to two orgasms. I was loving it. He turned his body so we were in 69 position. I stretched my lips over his cock and took as much as I could into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his shaft while he kept eating me out. I pulled off him. "Fuck me now." Bill rolled me on my back and got between my legs. He put his large cock to my cunt opening. It was good and wet so he easily started to enter me but he took his time and worked his way deep into me till he was fully in. He waited for a little bit for me to adjust and then started slowly pumping into me. As he picked up speed I knew that this is what fucking is supposed to feel like. I felt very full but wonderful and it did not hurt. I had been on the pill long enough now so that it was working and I was anxious to feel my first load of cum deep inside me. After about five wonderful minutes and my having two more orgasms Bill pushed all the way in and held still. I felt his cock pulse once, twice, three times as he filled me with his seed. It felt warm, wet and wonderful. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed me back. He kept his cock in me and slowly pumped for another couple of minutes. It felt great. When he pulled out I turned and without his asking, I sucked his cock clean. "That was great Bill. I really enjoyed it. You're the first person I have let come in me. It felt wonderful." I knew I was going to need big cocks just like my mother. Stay right where you are. I'm sure that Jamal will like to come in and get to know you too. With that Bill left the room. About a minute later Jamal walked in. He was a little bigger than Bill, both his body and his cock and he had skin the color of milk chocolate. He was about the same size as the first cock that had raped me. I was a little nervous, remembering the pain I had the first time. "Bill tells me that you are a wonderful little lady. I'm looking forward to getting to know you." With that he pulled me off the bed onto the floor in front of him and his half hard cock. Jamal pulled my face to his cock. I opened my mouth and stretched it around him. I took in about four inches at first. It tasted a little different than Bill's or the quarterbacks. It tasted a little sharp and bitter but I sucked it as best I could, wanting to please him. His cock grew and stretched my jaws wider. After a minute he asked me how I liked the taste of my mother's asshole. I almost spit him out at the thought but it was too late. He had his hand behind my head and was fucking my mouth. I couldn't say or do anything. After a few minutes he pulled out. picked me up and put me on the bed on my stomach with my feet on the floor. He got behind me and placed himself at my cunt. I was still good and wet so he was able to work himself into me fairly easily. I felt very full and stretched but it felt good. Soon he was hitting bottom. That was a new feeling. After fucking me for several minutes and bringing me to the hardest orgasm I had ever had, he filled my pussy with a huge load of cream. My pussy could not hold all that I had been given by these two big men and I leaked out a big cream pie. I was very satisfied and rolled over to go to sleep while both Bill and Jamal spent the rest of the night in Mom's bed. I woke up at four am to go to the bathroom and could still hear them going at it. I thought about joining them but I was still fully satisfied so I went back to sleep. In the morning we all shared breakfast and then the guys left. Now I am an eighteen year old high school senior. My mom shares most of her men with me now. She has cut way back on her drinking and is enjoying life much more. I have even found a couple of big cocked high school guys that I have brought home and shared with her. Life is good and the bigger the cock the better. 610

warning this story is quite old and parts are not my own words just edits i have made to know what you think i will post my full own stories soon I was watching my neighbour’s daughter Alice for a night whilst she went out for a party. Alice was 14 so I felt she was okay to just go out to the shops whilst I watched some T.V; bored with what was on I thought about giving my girlfriend a ring just as I was about to phone her I dropped my phone and as I bent over to pick it up I noticed a book under the couch with natural intrigue I pulled it out and stared in amazement at the picture on-top of it, it was Anna, (my neighbour) in lingerie! I couldn't help it; my cock went rock hard under my skinny jeans. I had seen her boobs once before when I was a little younger looking out my window and seeing her sunbathing and I just watched for like 10 minutes before getting bored and going out. I flicked through the rest, each one more arousing than the last. She wasn't even that hot, but it really exited me! As I got to the back my jaw dropped as I saw a picture of her licking out her daughter her little girl who had just about got boobs. After some time of looking, I could resist no longer. I pulled my erect cock from my jeans and began to rub gently. It was awesome, and being in someone else's house really added to the experience. Unfortunately after only 2 minutes alone Alice’s head popped through the door, even as I tried to stuff my cock into my pants! I literally couldn't speak I was so embarrassed. But she just smiled, asked me if I wanted a drink and walked into the kitchen. Amazed at my luck, I just put my cock away and hid the book back under the couch. “You saw the pictures I’m guessing?” Alice said to me sitting on the couch next to me. “Umm yeah...” I said “we started up to relief our stress and stop our constant arguments” I sought of just started at her in amazement. “You need relief I can tell...want a blowjob?” I just stared dumbfounded “you’re 14 fuck no” I said. “oh come here” she reached my cock and squeezed “no” she pulled it out and stared to jerk me off against my will it was too good I just let her do it as she began to tell me a story. One night mummy walked in on me shoving three fingers up my pussy and couldn’t help herself she began to masturbate to the sight of me and feeling so horny she decided she had to have me. The next day when I got home from school she was in the lounge in a sexy little red number as I walked in mum then started to rub her pussy and control her fingers to dive into her sexy cunt, she heard me open the door but paid it no mind. I stood in the doorway watching my own mother rub her pussy until orgasm. And I couldn’t help myself I pulled down my skirt and began to finger myself. “What you doing darling?” mummy asked me. “Nothing” I said trying to pull my skirt back up. She continued tossing me off and she spat on my cock to make it wetter “come on big boy cum all over my hand” “Don’t think I didn’t see your sexy little sexy sitting there finger-fucking yourself, plus you’re doing it all wrong." mummy slowly walked over. “come here darling” she said as she unbuttoned my school shirt leaving my tie on she removed my shirt and blazer and trailed a tongue up my cleavage before removing my bra and slowly pulling my skirt up to the bottom of my breasts. Removing my lace green thong she began working on me. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a school girl” mummy grinned putting my blazer back on so I looked like one of those school girl porn stars. "First baby, you stick two fingers in the top then you pinkeye in the bottom," "OH AHH!" I screamed as mummy sat there on her knees ramming her fingers into my hot, wet cunt. "FUCK MUMMY THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!" "You think this is good?" She asked. "How about this?" Mummy moved her head up to my neck and starting kissing as passionatly as she could. She could tell that I was going crazy inside. She started grabbing my tiny tits and started licking my perky nipples. Mummy kept fingering me before moving down to my sexy pussy and started licking and sucking. "IM GOING TO CUM MUMMY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "IT’S ON ITS WAY!" "GIVE IT TO ME BABY, CUM ALL OVER MUMMYS TITIES!" I was so horny no longer did I care how wrong it was it was so good “ahhhh” I moaned. She pulled me onto her lap, thrilled I squirmed on mummy’s lap as I kissed mummy on the lips in a way that was not the kind of kiss that mother and daughter usually share. "MUMmy, I love you!” I said, "I Love You Too Baby!" mummy replied. “would you like to see what your body will look like as you get older?” she asked me and although I had seen her playing with herself her boobs were hidden and her pussy was covered by her many fingers. Watching her as she undid her cami and pulled me toward her, letting me bury my face in the motherly mounds at which I had suckled only a few short years ago. She encouraged me to explore her breasts and to tweak her nipples, finally pushing my head onto her breasts so I could suck on the hardening nipples, I started licking on my mummy’s plump boobies and sucking on her nipples until they were a hard as rock which gave her a mini orgasm in and of itself. She stepped back to reveal her thong clad figure, the wetness of her pussy already showing through the gusset of her panties. "Wow! MUMmy you have a lot of hair down there!" I said "Can I touch you there?" I asked looking up at mummy with a little smile. "Go ahead" Mummy said, grinning as I reached up and stroked my little hand against her thong covered pubic hair. "It's really thick and bushy!" I said smiling up at mummy. I started stroking it with my young fingers, rubbing her thumb into the crack that became visible due to the pussy juice that oozed from her mummy's cunt. Mummy moaned as I pulled my hand away from her pussy and licked the pussy juice off my thumb, immediately responding to the delicious taste. "Can I pull your panties down?" I asked, looking up at her mummy. "Sure," Mummy replied as her heart started pounding, to think that her fourteen year-old daughter wanted to see her bare pussy. Mummy let me take hold of the elastic at the top of her panties and pull them down, uncovering her light brown bush, then pooling at her feet, where she kicked them off and up on the couch with a quick motion of her right foot. I started finger fucking her tight cunt and made her moan like a midnight fuck session between a man and his wife. I moved up on the couch and getting on my hands and knees kissing down mummy’s belly as I did mummy moved closer to the couch, Mummy gasped as I buried my face in the forest of mummy's pubic fur, inhaling the womanly scent and beaming up at mummy with a beatific grin whilst exploring the glorious place from which I had emerged only a few years ago. My tongue quickly snaked out and began licking at the hot, wet slit that lay hidden beneath the fur forest into which I had plunged my face. "Oh!" Mummy moaned as she felt my mouth encircle the head of her clitoris. "OH ALICE! YOU’RE AMAZING AT THIS!" "Of course I am, I learned from the best," I continued sucking and ramming my tongue deep into her cunt. "IM GOING TO CUM, IT’S SO CLOSE!" I felt the warm, think liquid running down my throat I sucked on mummy's cunt for a while swallowing much of the pussy juice and giving mummy a glorious orgasm before she pulled off and smiled at me, my face smeared with lady juice. “ALICE DUNST!! What are you doing?” Anna shouted from the door. “Mummy James found our pictures and got so aroused by you I couldn’t leave him to just twitch” the entire time she was still tossing me off. Anna just stared before smiling “you found it arousing James?” “Fuck yes “I said out of breath. “Mummy he’s like a machine I’ve been at this for half hour pleases help. Anna walked over and got on her knees “you could have sucked him off Alice...” “He wouldn’t let me” Alice sulked “well let’s see if he refuses this” she wrapped her hands around my cock and starts licking the base of the cock. She slides her tongue up and down from the base to the head. When she got to the head, she put her lips on it and kissed it. After licking it a few times, she opened her mouth and put my cock into it. Starting from the top, she started sliding down on it. She got a little to the half-way point before I felt the back of her throat. As she started blowing me, her hands began massaging my balls. Each time she tried hard to take down as much as she can. I sat back and started to groan. ‘Man, this slut knows how to suck a cock!’ She moved her mouth and Alice was not happy “mummy I’ve seen you do better than that” she grabbed her mother’s head and forced it all the way down and she took all of my 7” in her throat and gagged but Alice held her head there. Letting her mum come up for air for just a Moment Alice removed her belt and tied her mothers hands behind her back and then in one motion forced her mothers head all the way down my cock to my balls buried deep in her throat I began to groan in pleasure. “Mummy open wider you slut” Alice said and Anna’s eyes opened wider as her jaw stretched and my cock was deep in her throat. Alice the grabbed her mothers head and stared ramming he head up and down my cock each time a little harder and faster. She makes gagging sounds like in the porn films and I can’t believe how good it feels as Alice pushes Anna’s mouth so far down my cock that she nearly pukes and then holding her there Alice closed her mother’s nostrils. She began fidgeting as both dunst were closed but after 30 seconds Alice let go and a long stream of saliva came from her mouth to my cock. I smile as Anna is in front of me covered in pre-cum and her mascara is running down her face giving her the complete whore look. “Enjoying this James?” Anna asked me. “Yes” was all I could say as Anna put my cock in her mouth and down her throat without any help from her daughter I suddenly felt my balls tighten and started to moan even more. As Anna took her mouth off my cock, I erupted. Just as Alice got down on her knees in front of my cock and as more of my juices came out over their faces. Anna turned to Alice and started to lick my cum off of her. She then kissed her full on the mouth. Alice undid the belt on her mother’s wrists and Anna then led us into her bedroom Anna laid Alice on the bed and removed her blue and white sailor panties from under her skirt as Alice pulled up her blue top and pulled her bra down to play with her tiny tits. She parted her legs and started to lick Alice’s cunt. I undid the zip of Anna’s dress and unclasped her bra and pulled it all off leaving her in her see through black lace knickers pulling them to one side i gazed at her arse and cunt. As Anna licked and sucked on Alice’s cunt, Alice’s head was moving from side to side. By now my cock was rock hard again and I started to toss myself off. Anna looked up and told me to move round behind her. I done as she said. ‘Lick and kiss my cunt and arse’ she said. Again I did as she said. Her cunt was shaven and tasted divine. As I licked her I started to wank. ‘Fuck me’, said Anna. I placed my cock at her cunt entrance and was just about to start when she said, ‘No. Fuck me in the arse’. “this is one major slut” I thought as I moved my cock to her arsehole, I took her thighs and held her arse cheeks apart and I pushed my cock into her arse I started to push my cock inside. It was so loose that in seconds I had a good rhythm going. I reached around and grabbed at her clit, roughly rubbing it as I tried to push my cock even further up her arse. She pushed her butt back at me and I got all my cock into her anal passage “you’re too loose Anna” with that she clenched the muscles so tight it felt like she was tryna pull my cock off. I looked over her shoulder and saw that she had really opened up Alice’s cunt and had 2 fingers pumping away. As Anna licked and finger fucked Alice, Alice suddenly let out a loud moan. Anna slipped the whole of her mouth over Alice’s cunt and licked and sucked her juices. Her arse was so tight; the heat from her internal rear passage was so hot on my shaft. Her arse rippled around my dick, I kept spitting saliva onto my cock to help and managed to get a slow rhythm going. She pushed back onto me in time with my forward thrusts. The tightness of her anal muscle was pulling at my cock each time I tried to withdraw, the intense pleasure and the tightness of her rear passage soon had me cuming. I shot cum into her, load after load; I didn’t know I could cum so much. Anna feeling my hot cum, squirting inside her joined me in her own orgasm. “Oh my …fuck fuck fuck” she said as I sent the last of my spunk into her arse, I leant over and squeezed her tits. I slid out of Anna and lay on the bed. Alice fell asleep on her side and I couldn’t resist the sight of her bum so I started fingering it slowly as she let out sleepy moans. “Anna can I have some of your pussy before I go” “only if you let Alice suck you off she’s been dying to since she was 10” “but shes 14 its wrong” “who will tell and it’s not the first cock shes sucked either” in shock I gave in. “ok” Anna took my cock deep into her mouth till I was rock hard before mounting me and the pleasure of her tight wet pussy her lips wrapped and clenched my cock in I was so good it felt so fucking hot warm and wet. I pumped harder into her watching her tits waggle around before groping them. The bed springs bouncing woke Alice who instantly got up and started to kiss her mother. “Lick her arse Alice” I said as I pounded her mother’s tight wet cunt. As my balls slapped Anna's arse Alice began to lick them and it sent me of my moans where to loud Anna knew what was coming “don’t you fucking dare cum in my cunt, I’m on no contraceptive and you don’t wanna go getting me pregnant do you” “ohh uuggg” she jumped off my cock and pinched it so tight i couldn’t cum. “I kept my deal now you keep yours” “Yeah I will gimmy a chance.” “Suck him off darling” she crawled over to me on all fours and before I knew it, she leaned forward and put her young lips over my cock head, sucking the head into her hot mouth. I felt her velvety tongue brush the underside of my glands, sending shivers throughout my body. “Oh, Alice…” “Mmmmm hmm…” Her head began to bob up and down, my cock a prisoner in her moist little mouth. Tentatively at first, then with more confidence, her tongue began to swirl around my dick head. “Honey, I can’t hold out much longer.” I said in a faltering voice. Her reply to that was to suck me further into her mouth, my cock head bumping the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, and moved back up so that just my cock head remained in her mouth. My head began to swim and I almost lost my balance. I groaned as my cock began to twitch, and suddenly my thick, pearly sperm began to fill her mouth. I heard her squeal in surprise. Suddenly, she popped my dick out her mouth and began jacking me in earnest. Cum was dribbling out of both corners of her mouth. Again and again, my dick convulsed, spewing streams of semen all over her fourteen year-old body. Soon, her face and tits were covered from my spurting load. My body shuddered, and I found myself collapsing backward onto Anna’s’ bed. After the intense sensation began to subside, I opened my eyes to find Alice’s grinning cum-coated face just inches from mine. She quickly sat up and grinned at me. “That was good” she smiled I just grinned at her absolutely shattered. “Anna…” I looked around for her and saw her coming back into her bedroom with a video camera and tripod. “James go home and get some rest you’ve got a long filming process tomorrow” she said to me. “Can I have a couple of your pictures from the album and copy the?” I asked slowly retrieving my clothes. “Take the whole fucking thing just don’t cum all over it” I grinned at her and had a sudden thought. “Alice wear your uniform tomorrow for filming” I winked and left. I left their house exhausted and still horny and getting home i went straight to my photocopier and photocopied all of the picture and putting them into my own folder also saving a separate copy onto a CD. I hid the stash away under my bed and got some shut eye. I woke up the next day around 5 in the afternoon refreshed and hard as steel once more. I looked at my phone 7 missed calls from my girlfriend. “Woops” i thought ringing her back and after a quick chat i got showered dressed and round to Anna’s. She had the house all set up and a film planned in her mind. She started the camera off with me and her talking and fooling around snogging and feeling each other up before she took my cock into her mouth and sucked it like there was no tomorrow. She raised and lowered her head on to my cock while playing with my balls. She rolled my balls around in-between her fingers giving them a slight squeeze occasionally. This had to of been the best blowjob I had ever received. I guess experience comes with age. I laid my hands on the back of her head and face fucked her. Anna enjoyed being forced to suck cock. I could hear slurping sounds throughout the room. I grabbed her head tight and shoved my cock as far down her throat as I could. I knew I was about to cum and yelled it out but she just worked harder. Just as i was about to come she stopped. It fucking hurt but i knew what was coming. She lowered her work trousers to reveal yet again no panties “Miss Dunst you really are a slut aren’t you” she smiled at me removing her top and bra and stretching her arse open she placed her arse on my cock, no lube except her own saliva on my cock and she slipped straight down my pole. Anna was a small woman only 5 foot 2 so i picked her up and slammed her body into the wall shoving my cock further up her arse. Taking the camera in my hand i aimed it so it got every second of my cock entering her arse before i shot my hot sticky load in her arse and keeping my cock in her arse i took her onto all fours on the floor and kept pushing my spuncking dick in her loose back passage. I aimed the camera at her face and looked at the sweat on her fore head as she smiled at the camera saying “i love young hard cock pounding my slutty arse” bringing the camera to my face “and now you slag...clean my cock” i said winking just as she was about to pull off my cock... “Mum..?” Alice said standing at the door looking pretty hot for a young girl in her Blazer short skirt, tight white blouse, black tie and knee high socks skirt screwed up with hands in her panties rubbing her pussy with a finger. I figure a few more minutes might give her one last orgasm and kept on fucking her mother looking at the girl with interest. “Well honey, when a boy and girl need pleasure they do things like this just like when i lick your tiny cunt baby.” Alice looked at us dumbfounded. “Come her honey.” Alice approached me as i continued to pound her mothers fat arse and she stretched her hand and began stroking my back. Then her hand slid to my crotch and started fondling the scrotum. Anna moaned, stuck out her butt more but kept on lying with her breast on the floor. Alice’s hand penetrated deeper and began massaging her mother’s clit. Anna moaned louder and her hips started moving quicker. Pounding so hard she was getting carpet burn on her breasts. “Now alice bend down like a dog just like me, just like that naked baby picture of you on the wall”. I got in-front of Alice with my dick slightly floppy . “Put it in your mouth you naughty girl” Anna said removing her daughter lacy thong from under her skirt and raising it up she spanked her daughter “oww” “put it in your mouth then sweetie or the next ones harder with that the tip of my cock disappeared into her mouth. “Good girl” Anna said rubbing her daughters sweet little pussy lips. Alice began to moan closing her eyes and slightly clenching her lips which just made the sight and pleasure so much better. Suddenly i saw her wince and try to crawl away from her mother which was better for me as she moved my cock down her throat without realising it because Anna had slid her tongue through the crack of Alice's bum. Anna stopped her wriggling by kneeling on her ankles with my cock jammed in her mouth she could do nothing to protest as Anna brought her arse back to her tongue. "I never realized you were that sensitive to just a tongue in your arse honey." Anna said excitingly. Anna firmly put her arms around Alice’s hips too make sure she couldn't crawl away from her tongue. Anna moved her tongue up and down Alice's butt. She hadn't tasted anything as warm and wet as Alice's arse in her life. Anna continued the same tongue motion down her arse. She stopped after some time and stuck a finger in her arse. Anna moved her finger in and out of Alice's butt very slowly. Alice screamed. “Am I hurting you honey?" questioned Anna. I pulled her head off my cock so she could speak with a long stream of saliva and pre-cum dribbling in a long sticky string from her mouth to my cock "NO IT FEELS GREAT BUT IT BUUUURRNS!!" moaned Alice as Anna pushed in two of her fingers in. The floor was very wet with Alice's cum. Anna had finally stopped playing with her daughter. “Good girl” she spanked Alice’s clit and it spurted another fountain. Horny as hell now the little redhead smiled in delight. There she was sitting on her hands and knees just like a cute puppy. “Say Argh”. Alice looked up at me, quizzically, “What?” “I said say Argh” I instructed her again. Still slightly confused she opened her mouth and said, rather quietly “Argh”. It was all the opportunity I needed, grabbing the back of her head and steadying my cock to be at her mouth level I pushed my cock into her mouth. It took her by surprise and her cheeks puffed out as she tried to either blow my cock from out of her mouth or struggled for breath. I continued to push my swollen member deeper into her mouth. Alice reached out with both hands, placing them onto the front of my thighs, she gave a little push but not too much, probably to show a bit of reluctance but there was no going back now. I pulled on the back of her head and pushed more of my cock into her, nearly gagging her as I made her mouth open wide. She didn’t throw me back and now seemed to be resting her hands on my thighs rather than pushing on them, so I face fucked her. “Mmmmm much better” I told her as we both got into what was happening. She tried to smile but the size of my cock meant there wasn’t much room for anything other than wrapping her lips around my shaft. Whilst this was going on Anna had again buried her face between her daughter cheeks and licked at the exposed arsehole. When she rose up, Anna called me round and I stared at the girl’s now-glistening anus. Anna gently pulled Alice’s cheeks apart and revealed pink and clean, a slightly-raised, wrinkled ring of erogenous tissue, radiating irresistible erotic appeal. Her mother was offering her daughter’s lubed and ready arsehole to me to use as I please. The brazen teenager gave her butt a tempting wiggle. She was absolutely shameless. “Fuck my arsehole”, she said enticingly. This was one invitation that I delighted to accept. I knelt down right behind Alice’s tempting arse. Taking hold of my throbbing shaft, her mother slipped me into her mouth and coated my cockhead with her saliva. Then I ran the swollen head up and down from her juicy cunt along the crack of her arse and until Anna guided it right to her daughter’s puckered anus. Leaning forward I touched the tip of my erection against the girl’s tender flesh. Her little body quivered slightly. Slowly I pushed harder against her yielding anus. Gradually I watched as it sank into her. Then I was pushed it even deeper she moaned as I filled her steamy rectum with my entire prick. Here was one advantage to having a normal-sized cock. Alice would be able to take my full length without any problem. I’m thicker than the average but her anus stretched to take it all with some difficulty. My wedge-shaped cockhead easily pried the tight ring of muscle open and made way for the thick shaft to follow. She gasped as her anus was stretched wider than ever before. I sank three inches into her rectum and stopped to let my young lover become accustomed to this intrusion. I held her close to me, giving her trembling body a chance to adjust to my invasion. Then I slowly started to fuck her, working my cock in and out of her beautiful butt. Reaching down between her legs, I diddled her wet pussy and pulled at her swollen nipples as I pumped in and out of her tender butthole. "Oh, God! It feels so good!" she wailed, squirming her arse shamelessly back onto my rock-hard erection until she buried all six inches up her rear end. I pumped my cock in and out of the horny teenager’s tightly clasping butthole, making her arse-cheeks ripple and her small boobs bounce lewdly with the impacts of my hips against hers. Alice moaned, low and sensually, loving the way my hairy balls slapped against her sticky cunt lips, stimulating her throbbing clit more with each thrust. Trying to keep as much as my body weight off the teenager's small frame as he could, I pumped my blood-engorged penis very slowly in and out of her clinging rectum, maintaining as gentle a rhythm as possible. Using the naughty fourteen-year-old this way made me feel so turned on, I was dizzy and short of breath. Sex had never been as sensual or stimulating. After two or three minutes I pulled back and my prick slipped out of Alice’s grasping arsehole. I looked down and gazed on the fourteen-year-old’s gaping hole. I turned to Anna and she looked up at me with an expectant smile. I leaned toward her and slipped my slimy cock right into the mother’s warm, wet mouth. The woman hungrily sucked the tip as she stroked the greasy shaft. “You like the taste of your daughter’s arse?” I asked Anna. She just looked up at me and smiled with her eyes as she continued to lave my slimy prick. I pulled out and plunged right back into her daughter’s wide open anus. Excited by her daughter’s moans of pleasure, the woman urged us on. “Faster. Fuck her faster, Jordon. Shove it up her arse. She loves it hard”, she cried out. I increased my pace and buggered Alice even harder. She turned her head and looked up at me with a look of pure, unadulterated desire. "Don't come in my arse," she pleaded. “I want you to cum in my mouth.” My little arse-girl had read my mind. “As you wish, dear Alice”, I replied with a wicked smile. “One mouthful coming right up”, I respond with a depraved leer. I grabbed her skinny, writhing hips and began ramming my rock-hard cock into her tight, clinging bunghole with long, hard thrusts that made the girl’s body shake and quiver with the sheer force of them. My little arse-girl shuddered and screamed when she came, pushing back against me, wanting to cram as much of my thick rod up her cock-hugging anal passage as she could. Her little body trembled from the force of her climax and she collapsed, resting her head on the carpet. I held her up by her girlish hips and pushed deeper into her arse. I almost shot my load deep in her bowels but I managed to restrain myself. She was lost in a world of orgasmic pleasure, unending pleasure, a world that revolved around my hard-pumping, ejaculating cock. Her rectal sheath clung tightly around my shaft as I jerked it from her arse with a resounding “pop”. I quickly shifted around in front of her and presented my cock, shiny with her arse juices, to her eager mouth. She lifted her head form the carpet and opened wide and I drove my prick deep into her angelic face. In seconds I was spewing my thick sperm into her mouth. She clamped her lips around my pulsating rod and let me fill her up. As I face-fucked her daughter, Anna dived down behind her daughter. As the daughter drank down my copious load of sperm, the mother lasciviously rimmed the girl’s slimy, distended arsehole.

I sat down to write a part two of this story and was gonna start off with a recap of what happened last time from dad's perspective, but it kinda took over and well, this is what came out... Hope you enjoy, I still plan on writing more chapters soon so stay tuned. So I had just gotten out of work and planned on heading home after yet another long day of working two jobs. I probably didn't need to keep the second job after all this time, but it helped when unexpected bills came up and when we wanted to buy something or go on a short getaway. After my evening shift some of my co-workers were hanging out for a little while after work having a few drinks and asked me to join them. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but usually I would just decline and head on my way. Tonight I knew that my wife was out having fun with her friends and I thought that she told me our daughter was going to be staying the night at a friends house anyway, so I decided to accept the offer and cracked one open with them in the parking lot. As a couple of the guys were starting there beers they were getting in and out of there cars and getting out of there work clothes to some extent, as I did as well. Some were getting dressed to go out after work and other, like myself, were just getting a little more comfortable for the ride home. One of the guys came back to the circle with a joint between his lips. This wasn't an unusual occurrence I suppose, but I didn't usually hang around after work, so it took me a little by surprise. What shocked me even more is when they started passing it around and offered it to me. I had smoked plenty of weed back in my prime, but it had been years since I had even really thought about it. My wife was always very anti-drug so I pretty much steered clear of it just to make things smoother at home. 'What the hell' I thought and took a good deep hit off the joint and passed it on as I started coughing and choking. All the guys started laughing and jeering me that I was an old-timer and couldn't handle a little weed. Boy was it good too, I was good and high off that hit and the beer was starting to relax me a little to at that point. Being a little older I knew when to call it quits and decided to head home after finishing my beer. As I got home I didn't think anyone was home because the house was dark. I knew my wife was still out and I didn't see any light coming from my daughter's room. Having a bit of a buzz and not really wanting to stop right then to shower I decided to grab another beer and head to the office and kill a little time on the computer. I got to the office and noticed a small reading lamp was on, but that still seemed to be the only light on in the house and I concluded that I probably left that on the night before while I was on the computer and forgot to shut it off before going to bed. I sat down at my desk and started logging into the computer and had a few drinks of beer while doing some routine activities. I checked my email and got on Facebook for a little to see what all my social networking friends were up to lately. After a little while of sitting at the computer I started getting really horny. I am generally a pretty sexual guy, my wife and I have a pretty healthy sex life and I still masturbate from time to time, but I guess the weed was making me even more in the mood because I was really feeling kinda raunchy and wanted some release. I took another drink of beer and went looking for a good porn site. I had a couple that I liked and found one that seemed to hit the spot. I looked at a few of the videos on the sites homepage and mindlessly started rubbing my growing erection through my pants then I found a particularly naughty one that seemed to hit my metaphorical g-spot. A nice story about a father coming home from work and finding his daughter masturbating and deciding to join in. I had often read and enjoyed these stories because of there taboo and risque nature and maybe a little because I had a hot little teenage girl running around the house in little more than underwear and a t-shirt or bra. I started the video, took another long swig of beer which finished it off and leaned back to enjoy the show while stroking my now rock hard cock. I must have been high because not only was I imagining it was me doing all those things in the video to my daughter I could have sworn I heard her moaning as I was imagining it too. The male 'dad' in the video had his 'daughter' bent over the back of a couch and was pounding deep into her wet snatch and I was wondering what my own teen daughter's sweet little pussy looked like now. I imagined it to be smooth and hairless as I plummeted into her from behind and I could swear I heard her moaning and grunting as I imagined myself roughly fucking her tight little twat raw. I was so horny and wanted to cum so bad that my balls started aching. Just then in the video the dad pulled out and spun his daughter around and unloaded his massive wad onto her awaiting face and tits saying "that's it, take your daddy's cum, ugghh..." I couldn't hold back anymore, nor did I want to, so instead of running off to the bathroom or grabbing a tissue I just let the cum flow. I climaxed and shot my sperm under the desk, but as I came my leg jerked and hit something I didn't expect or recognize. Suddenly I looked down to see my hot little teen daughter completely naked under the desk with a brush shoved up her cunt and my jizz shooting all over her face. I froze. I had no idea what to do. I was stuck somewhere between 'HOLY SHIT WHAT DID I JUST DO!?!' and 'OH sweet jesus put suck my dick baby girl!!!' and before I could even think both thoughts she engorged her mouth around my cock and sucked the last few drops of cum up while apparently moaning through her own orgasm.

"Why the hell does he have to come along?" Asked Chloe, as she got in the car. Her parents and my parents along with myself, Zach, were going on a trip together. It was only a 4 hour drive from where we live in Belen, New Mexico. We here heading up to Cortez, Colorado, well, just north of there, to go camping. "Because," her mother replied, "He is Carol and Mike's son, and he has every right to go along too." "Its bad enough that I have to go to school with him." she retorted. I was starting to get very uncomfortable. I am more of an outcast in high school, always sitting at the back of the class, sitting alone at lunch, talking to no one. I was shy, and because of that, I was typecast as the the outcast. Since I was also really into Model Railroading, I was also considered the nerd, since I always wore a shirt with a railroad logo on it. "Chloe, please, don't make this trip unbearable for us, just get used to it, who knows, you two might become friends" her father told here. Chloe slid into the seat into the seat next to me and gave me an evil glare, making me even more uncomfortable. "I highly doubt it, dad" Chloe said. We were taking two cars, Chloe's parents were driving their Dodge Dart, while my parents followed in our SUV. Apparently they had decided to use my parents SUV to haul everything down to our property about 15 minutes south of Cortez. "Listen, its bad enough that I have to sit next to you for the next 4 hours, but help me god, if you even dare touch me, even accidentally, I will scream bloody murder and have my parents force you to ride on the top of the car!" She scowled I looked at her and just nodded. I was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. I scooted as close as I could to my side of the car so I would not accidentally touch her. I picked up the book I was reading, "Saving the Cumbres and Toltec Scenic Railroad" and started to read. I should take this moment to describe Chloe and myself. I am about 5'9, 190 pounds, dark brown hair and grey eyes. I may be a little overweight, and I have no excuse for myself, since I am not very active. As for Chloe, I have always had a secret crush on her. She is 5'2, petite, weighing in at no more than 110 pounds soaking wet, small B-cup breasts, dark red hair and green eyes. I have always had a crush on her since the 3rd grade when she transferred to my school when her father was transferred by his job from Bozeman, Montana, however, she instantly hated me, and everyone in our grade told her about how much of a nerd and geek I am. Ahh, yes, the cruelty of grade school towards the outcasts! Chloe's parents, Ray and Donna, spoke during the whole trip, it seemed like they never ran out of things to talk about. As for myself, I was intently reading my book, trying my best from not touch Chloe, and Chloe it seemed like had fallen asleep while listening to her music from her Samsung phone. We were going going up old US 666 (The Devils road), when the dreaded thing happened. As we were going around the a sharp corner , the movement of the car caused her head to lean over and land on my shoulder! "Good God!" I exclaimed quietly. I was afraid she was going to wake up instantly and come through on her threat. Thankfully as we rounded the next corner, it caused her head to move the other way, and she did not even stir. I gave a sigh of relief. When we got to our property, I helped my parents unload the car. We had made previous arrangements to bring 4 tents, two for our parents, and one each for Chloe and I. As we were unloading, Ray came up and asked where the last tent was, since we he only counted 3. My dad and I searched the car and all around, but there was no tent to be found, we had 6 sleeping bags, but only 3 tents! "Oh geez," Ray said, "Chloe will not be happy about sharing a tent with you, Zach." he said, almost apologetically. "It is fine, I can sleep outside in my sleeping back, I don't care" I replied "I don't think so, Zach," My dad told me, "it is supposed to rain hard tonight" "I could wear my poncho!" I said, doing my best to get out of sharing a tent with Chloe. "Not gonna happen!" my father said sternly. "CHLOE!" Ray called out to his daughter, "COME OVER HERE!" Chloe walked over to where we were standing. "Yes?" She asked her dad. "I hate to say this, but it appears that we forgot one of the tents. It is supposed to rain hard tonight, so you are going to have to share a tent with Zach" I could see her face become pale with terror... "What the HELL! Can't we go buy another tent!?" She was furious, she did not want me near her while she slept. "I am afraid not, the stores close in 30 minutes and its a 40 minute drive to the nearest Wal-Mart, Now if we were at a campground, I would rush right over, but we are in the woods and it will take some time to get there." Her dad replied. "Fuck this, I am sleeping with you and mom!" She said coldly, staring at me. "We would let you, honey, but there is no room in there for 3 people" Ray explained. "God Damnit!" She said Angerly, She then turned to me. "If you even DARE touch me, or tell ANYONE we slept in the same tent, I will make sure you will regret it for the rest of your life!" "Understood" I said quietly. The rest of the day went smoothly, and before long, we had finished our dinner, catfish that was caught in the decent sized stream about 100 yards from where we were camping out. We could hear thunder in the distance. Chloe stood up. "I am going to go change in the tent now, better stay out, perv!" She told us. She then walked to the tent, unzipped it, and got in. I decided to wait 15 minutes before I decided to go to tent, giving her ample time to get changed. I walked over, but before entering, I decided to ask if she was decent. "Yes, I am decent, you may come in, but stay away from me!" She growled. She was apparently still not happy or used to the idea that we had to share the same tent. After I closed the tent zipper behind me, I realized, how the hell am I going to get change for bed with her inside! The wind was picking up and it was starting to rain, so I knew that she would not want to wait outside. I decided that I would save her the disgrace of me changing, and climbed into my sleeping bag and decided I would only sleep in my boxers. It would be uncomfortable, but I did not want her ruining my life. As I slid into my bag, I found it difficult to remove my pants, since there is hardly any room inside it. I finally managed and put them on my slide of the tent. "Okay perv, don't you dare touch me tonight! Remember what I said!" She reminded me, as she turned on her side to go to sleep. I turned oppisite of her and immediately fell asleep my self. I was asleep for what seemed like a few minutes, when I felt something warm cuddle up to the front of me. It caused me to stir, and I was really frightened with what was going on. There was Chloe, curled up next to me, her ass on my crotch, my hardening cock right between her ass cheeks. I was petrified, but also at the same time, extremely aroused. Yes, I know she has been very harsh to me, but, as you know, I have been very attracted to her. I then realized the mistake that I knew for sure would be the ruining of my life. I had left my bags zipper all the way open, and as hers did not have a zipper, she was able to, without realizing it, cuddle up to me. Her ass was so soft and warm against my cock. I held my breath as I listened to her soft breaths as she slept. I tried to move away, but she only moved with me and cuddled even closer, this time, my now fully hard, 9 inch cock, was right between her legs and less then a millimeter away from her pussy. I tried not to move, but I accidentally moved very slightly, and I heard her let out a gentle moan. Was she dreaming of one of her many ex-boyfriends fucking her, while she unknowingly was cuddled up next to the person she hated with a passion. I was very turned on, the moan made it even worse. I decided to risk her ruining my life and placed my hand on her hips. I was surprised that she was only wearing a thin nighty, and I could not feel any panties what so ever.... "Uh oh" I thought to myself, "This is NOT going to be good" With Chloe not wearing anything below the waste, and my cock poking out from my boxers, I knew that this would not end well....I will have to try and fall asleep like this and try to ignore her cuddled up to me. Try as I might, I could not, and I could tell that her breathing was becoming more rapid, and she was moaning more and more, albeit gently. What happened next, really terrified me, but also surprised me. She moved her hips in such a way, the head of my cock dipped inside her very wet pussy. It felt like heaven! I stifled a moan at the feeling. The warmth of her pussy turned me on even more. She started moving her hips more, and each time she pushed back, my cock would go deeper into her. I felt bad because she was still asleep, elated that I was actually inside this cute girl who hated me, but I adored from afar, and scared to death of what would happen when, if she does wake up and finds my cock deep in her. About a minute or two later, My full 9 inch cock was buried fully, deep inside her. She was very tight, and very wet. It was at the moment, she stirred, and opened her eyes. She suddenly realized that she had a cock in her, and a split second later, she realized it was mine. "THE FUCK!" She yelled, when she realized my cock was balls deep in her. Her anger instantly changed to pleasure when she felt how big I was in her, filling her completely. "Oh my god, Zach, you are HUGE!" She moaned "Do you want me to pull out?" I asked "Don't you fucking dare, stay right where you are" She responded, and started rocking her hips, slowly fucking my cock. It felt amazing! She was so tight, it almost hurt being in her, but it felt so good at the same. Feeling brave, I reached around her and put my hand on top of one her tits. She grabbed my hand and put it under her shirt and directly on nipple. "Squeeze it" She told me, "twist it as well, I really like that." When I did, she let out a moan of pure pleasure. "Oh god, Zach, you feel amazing!" She said. I took this as a sign that she would not do anything harmfull to me, so I started moving my cocking in rythem with hers, fucking her from behind. "Can I be on top of you, Chloe?" I asked. "Yes, please, I want to feel your cock rubbing on my clit!" I removed my cock, and she let out a sound of displeasure when she felt empty. She rolled onto her back, and I climbed between her legs. "I want to do something first." I told her, and moved my head down to her pussy. She smelled good, almost like cherries. I moved in and kissed the outside of her pussy. She let out an approving moan. "Please, please lick me!" She moaned. I did not hesitate, and took this opportunity to start licking her from top to bottom, paying careful attention to her clit. Before long, she had her hands on the back of my head, moaning and writhing like crazy. "Don't Stop! Please, Don't stop! I'm going to cum!" she moaned. She let out a muffled scream and I knew she was cumming hard from the attention I was giving her. When I pulled my face, covered with her juices on my mouth, she told me "Oh god, Zach, I had no idea you liked doing that! None of my boyfriends would ever do that to me! That was amazing!" With that, she pulled me up and to my surprise, gave me a kiss. I returned this, I was not going to waste a moment of this, because who knew what would happen in the morning. Then an idea popped into my head, an idea that would basically make her my girlfriend. As we were kissing, I felt her hand move down to my cock. Her eyes widened when she felt how big I really was with her hand. "You are massive! Much bigger than my other boyfriends." "I am glad you like it, Chloe, do you want it back in you?" I asked. "Yes, Please, I really want it in me, I need you" I took this as a sign and slid my cock deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss as she felt me stretch her once again. I started to move my cock in and out of her now soaking wet pussy. "Oh baby, you feel so good in me, you fill me like no one else ever has" She moaned. I started kissing the base of her neck as I took my time fucking her with slow, long strokes. Each time I bottomed out, I could the head of my go past her cervix. "Oh god, go faster, please, I need to feel you pounding into me!" She begged. "Please, please fuck me hard!" "How hard?" I asked "As hard as you can, please, please faster!" She begged some more. I took a nipple into my mouth and started to slam my cock into her, pistoning in and out of her, each time causing her to let out muffled screams. "Oh god! Yes! Yes! Oh my god! Please don't stop!" She moaned. At this point, I figured that out parents could hear, but then I remembered that it was raining hard, so I figured that if the did hear, it would be faint. I continued to slam as hard and fast as I could. She pulled me down and gave me a kiss full of passion, and looked into my eyes. I looked back, and I no longer saw the hatred she had always shown me, but more of a passionate look. I knew that she was enjoying having me deep in her, just as much as I was having her tight, wet pussy wrapped around me. "Don't stop! Please, Zach, keep going! I'm...I'm....I'm Cumming!" She yelled. I could feel her pussy contract around me even tighter and I knew I was getting close. I did what she asked me to, and kept going. When her orgasm subsided, she looked at me. "Please don't cum in me, please! I am not on the pill and I know I am very fertile right now!" She begged, "Please, cum on my tits!" I kept banging deep into her, my eyes locked on hers. "Oh yeah?" I replied, still fucking her, a bit more slowly now. "And what if I do cum in you?" "Please, no, please, cum on my tits!" She replied "What if I want to?" I asked her again "No! I know I am fertile right now! Please, I don't want to be pregnant!" She told me. When I heard her say the word "Pregnant", the thought of her belly growing with my child inside her turned me on even more. She could feel that I was getting very close, feeling my cock get bigger inside her. Before she could say anything else, I gave her a very deep kiss, and started to go even faster, determined to cum deep inside her. "Please! No! Oh god! Please! Cum on me!" She begged. I let out a groan and shoved my cock as deep as I could into her pussy, and released a torrent of my sticky, white, baby making cum deep into her. Her eyes widened when she felt me release my cum deep inside her. "NO! Please! Pull out! Pull Out! Don't cum in me!" She complained, but I ignored her, and kept pumping my cum as deep as I could into her fertile pussy. She looked sad when I stopped cumming. I had cum deep into her, when she did not want me too. "Why? Why did you cum in me, Zach?" She asked "Think of it as my way of making you my girlfriend, I claim you as mine" I responded. "No one has ever cum in me before, Zach. Yes, I will be your girlfriend, but I am not ready to be a mother yet! She cried. I could tell that she was very worried. But the fact that she had agreed to be my girlfriend without hesitation made me very happy, but the fact that she might now be pregnant with my child made me smile. That morning, our parents noticed that change in her as well. She was no longer acting like a total ass towards me, but was now actually being nice to me, even flirting. When her parents asked, she told them that we had a long talk, and that she started to really like me as a person. Her parents had shocked look on their faces when she told them that she had agreed to be my girlfriend. After that night, she no longer talked bad about me, and when we went back to school, her friends thought that she was crazy that she was now dating me, but she took it in stride. I was making her happy and keeping her satisfied in bed. We were spending every moment we could together. She found out that I had always liked her and had a crush on her, even though she had always treated me like shit. A couple of weeks later, she realized that she was late for her period. On our date night, she wanted me to pick her up some pregnancy tests, just to make sure. She decided that she would take the test in the morning, and stayed the night with me. We made love a few times that night, and when she woke up to use that bathroom, she took the test. To her horror.....it read "Positive" I had put a baby in Chloe. When she told me that I had gotten her pregnant, I gave her a really big smile and gave her a great big hug, kissing her deeply on the lips. It surprised her, and kissed me back "You are not going to leave me?" She asked "Why would I? It is my child, and I want to be there for our baby" I replied She looked at me again and pulled me in for another kiss. When we broke the kiss, I looked deep into her eyes. "I love you, Chloe" I told her. She kissed me again. "I love you too, Zach" Her parents we not thrilled about their daughter being pregnant at an early age, but they grew to accept it when she told them that I was going to be there for the baby. My parents were mad at me, but that did not last long. Everyone agreed that it wold be better for her to move in with me, and before long, we were making love every night, in our bed. She gave birth to a healthy baby girl, who we named Veronica. I fell in love instantly with our daughter, I made a promise, both to Chloe, and Veronica, that I would be there for them whenever they needed me. We got married a year later, and shortly after the honeymoon, which was in upstate New York by the way, we found out she was pregnant again. I could not be happier, and I don't think Chloe would disagree

My mom and dad split up a couple of years ago. From what I heard it was about sex. Dad was not man enough to keep Mom happy and after 17 years she eventually got fed up and let him know that he wasn't big enough or good enough and she was sick of faking it so he left. I could hear them fighting, or at least Mom yelling that she had had enough of sucking his cock to get him hard enough so he could fuck her for thirty seconds, blow his load and fall asleep. Dad had been gone for about six months and Mom was getting frustrated and hard to live with. I could hear her getting herself off at night and looked once and saw her using a huge didlo on herself. She was pounding it fast and deep into her cunt and rubbing her clit with her other hand till she got off. I went back to my room and rubbed myself till I came and fell asleep. I was sixteen then and had started pleasuring myself often although I was still a virgin. Not long after that, Mom started going out several nights a week. She would come home at one or two in the morning drunk and all messed up. Sometimes there was still cum on her face and in her hair and her clothes would be torn. I would lay in my bed and imagine my mom getting fucked hard by some stranger while I rubbed my pussy till I felt good. After several weeks went by like that Mom finally brought the first stranger home with her. She was so drunk that he had to hold her to keep her from falling. They went straight to her room and for an hour I could hear them fucking. She would be yelling for him to shove that big meat into her. "Fuck me with that man sized cock. Harder. Fuck me harder. My husband had a little wimpy pecker. I want your big cock fucking me." Finally I heard him. "I'm going to come you fucking bar slut. Suck the cum out of my cock and don't spill a fucking drop. Yesssss." A few seconds later, "Come on stud, now eat me. Lick my fuckin' pussy. Bite my clit, chew on it. I'm going to come. Shove that bat back in me while I come on it. Oh shiiiiit yes. Yes." Things were quiet for several minutes then I heard Mom's door squeak and I saw him walk naked past my partly open door as he went to the bathroom. His cock hung half way to his knee. As he passed by on his way back he was stroking it and it was starting to get hard again. I had seen Dad naked a few times and had seen a few pornos on the computer but I had never seen a cock like that. He went back into Mom's room and I heard him tell her to roll over and lift her ass up in the air. "I'm going to fuck your ass and fill it full. Mom screamed when he shoved it up her rectum but was soon telling him to give it to her. "Fuck my asshole you bull. Get it all in there. Pound my ass. Yeeees!" "I'm ready to come you fucking bitch now turn around and suck me dry." A few minutes later I heard him trying to get my mom to suck him again but she had passed out and he could not get her to come to. He got dressed and left. I got myself off for the third time that night and went to sleep. It was about 3 am. The next morning Mom called me for breakfast. She looked like hell and was dragging around the kitchen but neither one of us said anything about the night before. Mom started going out three of four times a week and always bringing home men for the same kind of night. She was always drunk and loud and I always rubbed myself to completion while listening to her get fucked in every way your could think of. More and more often the guy or guys would be black. I heard her say that blacks usually had the biggest cocks and she loved big cocks, the bigger the better. She frequently wound up passed out and the guys would leave her in a bed drenched with cum. Some times there were two at the same time and I could hear them talking about all the things they were doing. She loved having cocks pounding any two of her holes at the same time. One time I heard the two guys saying that she had passed out. They agreed to piss all over her and leave. The next morning I could smell the urine. She finally acknowledged that I knew what she was doing. She apologized but said that she was having the time of her life and intended to keep doing it so I should just not worry about it. After that the man or men would sometimes still be there for breakfast the next morning. Some would give me a real good looking over and make some sexy wise cracks but Mom never let them touch me. I had had my eighteenth birthday by now. Thru all of this I had kept my virginity although I was starting to let some of the guys at school get pretty friendly and even finger fuck me. I gave one blowjob to the quarterback of the football team but he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to fuck me but I said no and he moved on to another girl. One night Mom brought this guy home earlier than usual but she was still already plastered. I was watching a show on TV and they came in and sat in the living room too. He was about six foot four and really built and probably in his late thirties. He was black, really dark black. It was only a few minutes before she had his cock out and was sucking on it right in front of me. He had a cock that was at least ten inches and as big around as my wrist and Mom had almost all of it in her mouth. He just stared at me while Mom was blowing him. I stayed and half watched the show and half watched them. After a few minutes she got him off and he filled her mouth with cum. She never even swallowed it. She passed out and it just drained out of her mouth all over his cock and balls. After a couple of minutes he pulled her off of him by the hair and pushed her away. He got up dropping his pants to the floor and stepping out of them as he walked over to my chair. He stood in front of me with his huge cum covered cock right in front of my face. "OK little darlin' clean it." I sank back in the chair and said no. This big black man grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to his cock. "I said clean it." He rubbed the head against my lips and tightened his grip in me hair. I slowly opened my mouth and as soon as it was open enough, he shoved that huge thing in, stretching me wide and hitting the back of my mouth and making me gag. I could taste his cum but it did not taste as bad as I expected that it would. He used my hair to pull me back and forth on his rod as it hardened. My mouth was stretched to hurting to get around it and I gagged each time he hit the back of my throat but he didn't care. He was getting about half of his now rock hard ten inch cock into my mouth. While he was fucking his cock with my face he reached down with his other hand and reached under my skirt and pulled my panties aside and pushed his big fingers into my pussy. After poking me a few times he got in far enough to reach my hymen. "What have we here, a virgin. Not for long. I haven't fucked me a virgin for years. I would have thought that as much as your mom fucked that you would have started years ago." He pulled his cock and fingers out of me and yanked my blouse over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra so my 34 B tits were exposed to him. "Your nipples are hard sweetie." He roughly pulled my legs apart and stepped between them. "No, don't do it. I don't want to. Please." He held me tight around the neck with one hand. He spit on my pussy and again on his cock head. Then with the other hand he positioned his cock head at the opening to my cunt. One hard thrust and he was fully in me. My hymen was busted and I felt like I was being spilt apart. I screamed in pain. It hurt. It hurt so bad. The first time he pulled his monster out it was covered in blood. He slammed it back into me and laughed. "No. No. Stop. I can't take it. It hurts so bad. Please stop." But he didn't stop. He pounded my pussy over and over again. The pain started to go away but I still begged him to stop. He fucked me deep and hard for about ten minutes. I gave up fighting and begging and just lay there. Finally I was able to look down and see his huge black man pole sliding in and out of my snow white pubic hair covered pussy. It was an amazing sight. He started making noises that I knew from listening to Mom and her guys that meant that he was about to come. I panicked. "Don't come in me. I don't want to get pregnant." I begged him twice. "OK but you're going to suck me dry then." He pulled his cock out and brought it to my mouth. I would do anything to get him to stop at that point so I opened my mouth. He put just the head in my mouth and stroked himself till he erupted. Spurt after spurt, rope after rope of cum flew into my mouth. More than I could hold. He reached and forced my mouth closed and held it till I had to swallow. Then he squeezed the sides of my jaw, forcing my mouth open and shoved himself back in. "Keep sucking till I tell you to stop." About five minutes later he let me stop sucking on his soft cock. He got dressed and left. I went to my room. I was hurting and sore and mad at him and my mom. She was still passed out on the couch. The next morning Mom was still on the couch when I came into the living room, sore and mad and having trouble walking. I grabbed her and shook her hard. When she came to I screamed at her. "You fucking slut. Your son of a bitch boy friend raped me last night because you passed out and he couldn't get what he wanted from your cunt and mouth and asshole. I was still a virgin but not any more. You're a fucking drunken pig." Rather than yelling back at me she came to enough to realize what had happened and she spent all morning apologizing to me over and over. Finally we ended up hugging. I was just wiped out physically and emotionally. She still went out but she did not bring anyone home for the next couple weeks. After a couple weeks, I let one of the boys at school fuck me in the woods on the way home from school. His five-inch white cock didn't feel right and he came and filled the condom after about two minutes then put himself away and we went home. That night I told Mom that I didn't care if she started bringing guys home again. I also told her that I had let one of the boys at school fuck me. I asked her to let me get the pill. She said OK. One night about a month later she had brought two guys home, one black and one white. She was drunk enough not to know what was happening when the black guy took her to her room but the white guy stopped at my door and looked in. They were all already naked. I was almost asleep when he came into my room but I woke up when he sat on the edge of my bed. With a start I looked at him. He was sitting there stroking himself while looking at me. "Hello there. I'm Bill. I met your mom at the bar tonight and she invited me and my friend to come over for a little fun. Would you like to join in on the fun?" I looked at his eyes and then at his cock and thought about it for a minute. Then I sat up and pulled the oversized t-shirt that I wear as a nightie off over my head. I took Bill's cock in my hand and stroked it. It was big but not quite as big as the first cock that had fucked me. Bill bent over and started sucking on one of my tits making my nipples hard. He also slid his finger between my pussy lips and rubbed my clit. It felt so much better than when I did it to myself. I spread my legs and could feel myself getting wet. Bill pushed me down and kissed his way down my stomach to my mound. When his tongue first touched my clit I jumped and moaned. I put my hands behind his head and held him tight to my pussy. He ate me for several minutes and brought me to two orgasms. I was loving it. He turned his body so we were in 69 position. I stretched my lips over his cock and took as much as I could into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his shaft while he kept eating me out. I pulled off him. "Fuck me now." Bill rolled me on my back and got between my legs. He put his large cock to my cunt opening. It was good and wet so he easily started to enter me but he took his time and worked his way deep into me till he was fully in. He waited for a little bit for me to adjust and then started slowly pumping into me. As he picked up speed I knew that this is what fucking is supposed to feel like. I felt very full but wonderful and it did not hurt. I had been on the pill long enough now so that it was working and I was anxious to feel my first load of cum deep inside me. After about five wonderful minutes and my having two more orgasms Bill pushed all the way in and held still. I felt his cock pulse once, twice, three times as he filled me with his seed. It felt warm, wet and wonderful. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed me back. He kept his cock in me and slowly pumped for another couple of minutes. It felt great. When he pulled out I turned and without his asking, I sucked his cock clean. "That was great Bill. I really enjoyed it. You're the first person I have let come in me. It felt wonderful." I knew I was going to need big cocks just like my mother. Stay right where you are. I'm sure that Jamal will like to come in and get to know you too. With that Bill left the room. About a minute later Jamal walked in. He was a little bigger than Bill, both his body and his cock and he had skin the color of milk chocolate. He was about the same size as the first cock that had raped me. I was a little nervous, remembering the pain I had the first time. "Bill tells me that you are a wonderful little lady. I'm looking forward to getting to know you." With that he pulled me off the bed onto the floor in front of him and his half hard cock. Jamal pulled my face to his cock. I opened my mouth and stretched it around him. I took in about four inches at first. It tasted a little different than Bill's or the quarterbacks. It tasted a little sharp and bitter but I sucked it as best I could, wanting to please him. His cock grew and stretched my jaws wider. After a minute he asked me how I liked the taste of my mother's asshole. I almost spit him out at the thought but it was too late. He had his hand behind my head and was fucking my mouth. I couldn't say or do anything. After a few minutes he pulled out. picked me up and put me on the bed on my stomach with my feet on the floor. He got behind me and placed himself at my cunt. I was still good and wet so he was able to work himself into me fairly easily. I felt very full and stretched but it felt good. Soon he was hitting bottom. That was a new feeling. After fucking me for several minutes and bringing me to the hardest orgasm I had ever had, he filled my pussy with a huge load of cream. My pussy could not hold all that I had been given by these two big men and I leaked out a big cream pie. I was very satisfied and rolled over to go to sleep while both Bill and Jamal spent the rest of the night in Mom's bed. I woke up at four am to go to the bathroom and could still hear them going at it. I thought about joining them but I was still fully satisfied so I went back to sleep. In the morning we all shared breakfast and then the guys left. Now I am an eighteen year old high school senior. My mom shares most of her men with me now. She has cut way back on her drinking and is enjoying life much more. I have even found a couple of big cocked high school guys that I have brought home and shared with her. Life is good and the bigger the cock the better. 610

Note: Neither i am a professional writer nor i wanna be. people who are looking for stories written by professional writers plz don't waste ur time here. People say love and lust are two different things even I use to believe that too but one day all got changed. I am 23 year old guy from a average city of India. I myself never felt that but ppl say I looks good that’s all I can tell you about my looks I can’t waste time to describe myself only gay guys think much about their body. I have kind of shy nature so I never had many friends. On the name of friends I had only one childhood friend her name was Ayesha she was from a strict muslim family. Her parents never allowed her to be friend of any guy but coz I was her childhood friend and grown up with her they never objected my friendship with her. I always knew my limits and I never use to touch her or say any rubbish word front of her parents I always use to talk point to point only about education so they were kinda impressed by my sense of seriousness. When she grown up she started looking very hot. Light pink skin 5,5 height thin body long black hairs brown eyes, and most of them big perfect shape boobs. While time I felt she became two sexy but coz she was my good friend and i was so sure she don’t love me so I never try to think in that way for her. At the age of 19 she got married with a businessman name jahid khan settled in uk. Jahid’s parents were Indians but jahid born and grown up in UK. Like a typical muslim family when jahid became old enough for marry his parents start finding a bride for him. jahid was 30 already but still didn’t wanted to marry but his parents forced him very much and when he couldn’t bare pressure anymore he had to lookout some girls that his parents suggested for him. Jahid’s parents wanted a typical muslim girl for him so they try to find out girl in India and somehow found about ayesha. Some of jahid’s relative sent ayesha’s picture to jahid and he said yes without wasting even a single minute as ayesha was way too good looking. Ayesha didn’t wanted to marry she wanted to study but when her parents find out that jahid earn well they forced ayesha to marry with jahid and ayesha couldn’t protest much. Anyway she got married and the day when she was going to uk all of her relatives and her friends were on her house gate to say her bye coz they all couldn’t go to airport. She was going to the airport by car some of her relatives were also going with her to see off her and jahid. I also wanted to go but I thought maybe his typical Islamic relatives will mind a non muslim guy too close to their girl so just to avoid any non likeable situation I decided not to go to airport and see off her from the house. There were too many ppl on the gate most of them were her relative some were the ppl of colony who were there to say bye to a girl whom they saw by her childhood and some were her friends ”female”. I was also there but on some distance to her. One by one she meat her relatives then her friends. I was watching her I was sure I can’t go and say her bye coz of her relatives were all over but I was still watching her continuously if she look me ones I can wave my hand. I was watching her when someone called me “bhaiya” ( big brother )I looked around who called me and my search end on a kid who was looking at me and was waiting for my response I didn’t knew who he is but I knew he is also her relative of ayesha coz I saw him in her house from last few days….. I said “what”??? ………….”javed uncle (ayesha’s father) is calling u” for a moment I wondered what work he can have 2 me when his daughter is going out of country. But I didn’t had too much time to wonder so I moved in the rush coz javed uncle was stand in the rush near ayesha and other relatives. I moved to javed uncle and asked him “yeah uncle have u called me???” Ayesha was also there her eyes were full of tears (Indian girls normally cry too much when they left their ppl after marry ) she was still hugging bye to one of her relative but just at the moment she heard my voice she turn her eyes on me. Uncle javed said “where was u? Ayesha is going won’t u say bye???” I was surprised by his answer and quite happy too I said “of curse I wanna say but I thought ppl here can mind so” “why will ppl mind u r her childhood friend” I was very happy that now I got chance to say bye to my best friend but I guess other ppl were not coz just at the moment mr. javed asked me for wish to Ayesha all noisy rush there got silent like someone die. Now I didn’t needed to be worry coz now mr. javed himself asked me to say bye now it was his job to take care of his relatives if they try to create scene there. Ayesha was stand now and didn’t move to next relative like she was waiting for me to say something to her. I moved forward to her. Her face was so sad eyes were still full of tears like she wanted to hug me but we both knew it wasn’t possible we should had to be happy that we got chance to say few words. I couldn’t say anything else just “good bye Ayesha I will miss u” she also couldn’t say much but reply in a short sentence “don’t say good bye I will be back” I said “yeah sure bye” she said “take care of urself” and that’s it then I got back out of rush and she moved forward to other relatives and then to the car. When her car was going to the air port she was watching the rush through the back glass of the car but I don’t know why I felt like she was watching me and wanted to say something more then “bye”. Time run like it have wings I went out to study in other city. We were always in touch via internet we use to chat almost every night she told me jahid’s parents wasn’t that bad I mean they were quite open minded were not so strict like her own parents. With the time she stop coming online as she use to at the beginning she use to come online almost all nights but soon she was coming online only ones in a week and that too for only for few minutes ones I asked her what’s the problem why don’t she come online like b4 now??? It was a normal question coz I was worried for her but I got a rapid response she told me that her husband don’t like her to chat with me all nights he doubts on her. I was very shocked by her answer but on other hand I thought it’s not that strange I mean if a guy mind her wife chatting with some other boy daily for hours any husband can mind. I didn’t wanted to be a problem for her happily married life so I myself asked her that we shouldn’t chat now much she said her husband don’t mind ones in a week she chat with me but I was sure soon he will start minding that too so I decided not to go online much now. Anyway time passed and we lost contact meanwhile she came to her home too but I was out of town coz of study so I couldn’t meet her. Ones I went to my home in holidays I meet with my old friends a day in market I found asima she was ayesha’s friend but coz I was also ayesha’s friend so asima and me also knew each other. When I saw her I said hi coz she talked to me b4 on few occasions I had no hesitation to say hi I knew she remember me so I was so sure she won’t mind it. She also reply by saying hi. Me: long time no see how r u asima. Asima: yeah quite long time but I am fine how r u? Me: how I can be better then u. (giggled) Asima: so have u meet Ayesha? Me: nope not since her marriage. Asima: but she just went back three days ago. Me: yap I know but I just came back to the city yesterday. Asima: ah so sad so I guess u missed the news. Me: news? What news u r talking about? Is something wrong with her? I asked too many questions at ones coz I was worried for ayesha. Asima: nope nothing wrong infect it’s a good news she is pregnant. Me: really? Wow that’s a fantastic news. (I was quite happy to know about her pregnancy I thought it’s a good move for a couple to have a baby) Asima: yap but I wonder how u doesn’t know that, I thought u will be the first whom she will tell this. Me: I didn’t know coz we are completely out of touch from long long time. After some more talk we both went on our ways but I was still in my thoughts after hearing about ayesha I was really missing her a lot specially now when she was pregnant and I couldn’t even congratulate her. I was quite proud on my decision of stop chatting with her if I chat with her who really knows if they have problems in their married life. Time passed again and I became 23 now I completed my CCNA and I applied for jobs on a job portal. Soon I got so many responses but none of them was like I expected, some had low salary and some had no promotion chances but there was one offer which was different then all. It was from a networking firm they offered a nice salary it was more then I expected so I was very happy about the offer everything was simply perfect in the job but there was just one problem in the offer. The firm where I had to work after accepting the offer was in uk even in the same town where ayesha use to live with jahid. I was in big dilemma I wasn’t able to decide I wanna go or not coz at one hand I had a great proposal on other hand I didn’t wanted to go in ayesha’s town I knew if she will find I am in her town she will try to meet me and that can make some serious problems in her happily married life. Anyway finally I chosen to go uk coz I wasn’t sure I will get this much fine offer ones again. I decided I won’t tell ayesha or any of his family members that I am going in her town. I will live there work there but won’t try to meet her. Just after few days I was in uk. The first step I took on the English land I wanted to go and see how Ayesha is but I didn’t do it coz I still had doubt if she wanna meet me or not. I started working at the firm. I liked the environment ppl were so friendly and there were few hot girls use to work in the same office too so I liked hot chicks around me. I became familiar with the new environment. I made few friends there my best buddy there was jack he was a nice guy. He had a nice big house. One day I was at home “I normally was at home coz I didn’t had to do much at office just had to go whenever they need me and call me” watching TV. Someone ring my door bell i thought its pizza boy coz few min. ago I ordered a pizza. When I opened the door I got surprised it wasn’t pizza boy it was Ayesha stand front of me looking straight on my face red coz of anger. I didn’t know what to say nothing comes in my mind all I could manage to say “hi” she didn’t reply she just pushed me slowly and came inside the house. I looked her she seat on the sofa and was watching the right wall like she don’t want to talk to me. I closed the door and seat on a chair on some distance to her. 100s of questions were coming in my mind but I didn’t know how to ask them I had no idea from where to start questions. And what’s going on in her mind. Anyway I had to start from somewhere so I dare a little and said. Me: are you angry? Now she turn her face on me and said loudly. Ayesha: no I am not angry I am happy I am feeling like dancing coz of joy. Again she turned her had to the wall. I was so surprised how she find out I am in uk and how do she know my address but I had littlie idea like maybe somehow her parents came to know about me being in uk and they told her anyway that wasn’t the time to think about that…..right now I had to think how to calm her. I have heard somewhere that girls always like if someone give compliment about their beauty. I notice her now she was in typical Indian salwar kurti and looking nice not much changed after even marry and being mother “if I wasn’t wrong” I said “You looking good didn’t changed still looking like 18.” She didn’t response. Her head was still toward wall and mouth was zipped. Me: hey would u take something tea, coffee, soft drink, juice or a sword to cut my neck??? I joked to calm the situation…..she thought I couldn’t but I clearly caught she tried to laugh. Ayesha: I don’t want to talk to you don’t try to make me laugh I am so angry. Me: hey common I know you are angry but give me a chance defend myself…..you know me from years can I do anything to hurt u? if I did something it have a good reason won’t u even listen ones.? Ayesha: oh so you still remember me I thought you forgot me. Me: what? How can u think anything like that I can forget myself but can’t forget u. Ayesha: if that so why u didn’t told me you are in uk? M I so bad whom u didn’t wanted to know about ur arrival in uk? Me: that’s not thru u know it…..i have a good reason why I didn’t told u about me being in uk and btw how do u know about my location? Ayesha: ur mom told to my mom and she told me ur address as well…..and I am curious to know ur “good reason” make sure it should be really good else u goanna die today. Me: actually Ayesha you told me last time that jahid mind our friendship and I was so sure if u will know I am in ur town u will try to meet me and that could make problems between u and jahid I just didn’t wanted to be a coz of tensions in ur life. Ayesha: u want me to believe that? (now she was smiling ) Me: believe it or not u know me from childhood…..do I ever said any lie to u? Ayesha: no ok I believe u that’s what I like about u…..you are honest. I didn’t wanted to type all argument but after about a hour long arguments she finally became normal. I was happy to see her after so long time. Me: would u like to take something? “I asked again” Ayesha: a glass of water. I went in the kitchen and bring a glass of water for her and drunk some water myself in the kitchen too coz It wasn’t easy to make her calm. Me: so how r u ayesha? How’s jahid? And ur kid is it son or daughter? Ayesha: you don’t know anything? Me: what? I don’t know what r u talking about. Ayesha: my family told nothing in our colony? Me: I have no idea ayesha coz I wasn’t much at the town after ur marriage most of the time I was out for studies last news I heard about u was about ur pregnancy. She was now looking at me her eyes were being little wet coz of tears I could easily see it and I was wondering what the problem is. I asked. Me: is everything fine? She finally couldn’t stop herself and start crying. I was very shocked to see her crying coz doesn’t mater I was her childhood friend but I didn’t saw her crying after we were about 10. I hold her hand and asked her again. Me: what happen why r u crying? Is everything fine? Now she said something in her crying voice that made me pissoff on few ppl. Ayesha: jahid was an jerk and her family was cheater. Jahid already had a wife whom he and his family loved a lot but coz of some accident she wasn’t able to become mother. Jahid’s family needed jahid’s own kid and for that they needed another wife of jahid. They didn’t told neither me nor my parents that jahid was already married. I didn’t knew it until I gave birth to jahid’s son. Just after that they called her old wife back to their home. They treated me so roughly. They all use to beat me everyday I had no other choice but to take divorce but forcefully they took the kid too. Now I am alone. These ppl cheated me. I am living alone from last 3 months. I was so shocked to know all that I was so mad on jahid and his family members I wanted to shoot them all for doing bad with my innocent friend I said Me: these are fucking bastards I won’t leave them u don’t worry I will teach them a good lesson. Ayesha: no plz don’t do anything. Well frankly I had no idea what can I do to harm them I mean I was new there and they were living in the town from years but at that moment I couldn’t think like that I just wanted to teach them a good lesson. Me: they deserves a lesson ayesha. Ayesha: no plz jahid and his family is nothing for me now I don’t wanna see their faces again in my life infect it was my fault too. Me: what? How it was ur fault? Ayesha: I married a guy whom I didn’t know just coz my parents asked me to do. I wanted to study but I didn’t oppose them much when they forced me to marry I always live as my parents wanted me to live but not anymore now I will live my life the way I like. Me: what r u saying that wasn’t ur fault they took advantage of ur innocence. And what do u mean by ur own way? Ayesha: my own way…..you know when jahid gave me divorce my parents were sad too but soon they start looking for new husband for me but I don’t want to be fool again now I won’t marry with anyone whom I don’t know. My parents were so angry on me coz I refuse to marry again so I decided to stay in uk I got my citizenship here. I live and work here and I kinda like this free life. I can wear cloths as I like, I can go out without any male with me I don’t have to follow strict Islamic laws etc. I work earn and live at my own. Me: what? U work? But how I mean as much I remember you couldn’t finish ur studies so how u got work in a country like uk? Ayesha: yes yes u r right I couldn’t finish my education and came to uk but I am so lucky I found Dr. khan. He is a nice man he gave me job in his clinic as a receptionist. And I work same in a hotel too. I earn enough money for me. Then we talked for few more hours and then she went back to her house I asked her to drop her but she said she have some other work too before going home. In next few weeks we talked on phone sometime. We couldn’t meet coz her schedule was busy all day and I couldn’t dare to ask her time in night coz though now she was in uk but we both were still Indians and there was some untold rules between us. Time was passing like that until I got another surprise. It was a usual day I was busy doing some networking check up on my computers at home when I heard the door bell. I go and opened the door there was a woman covered by hijab on the door. It was Ayesha doesn’t mater she was fully covered with hijab but I could easily recognize her coz her eyes weren’t covered and I could easily know who have such beautiful eyes. Without wasting time I said. Me: oh you common in. (and I moved back to the room Ayesha followed me) Ayesha: how do u know it’s me? Me: I can see ur eyes. Ayesha start watching me with strange eyes. Ayesha: you can recognize my eyes??? Me: of curse we are friends from over 23 years now I don’t need to see ur face to know it’s u. I can easily find out it’s u by ur eyes and ur voice too. Seems like she got very impressed by my answer. till now she removed her hijab and throw it on the chair to get comfortable I was quite happy to see she is being like b4 now I mean she feel my home as her own. When she removed her hijab I was amazed to see her cloths it was totally western cloths nice blue sexy t shirt and and blue jeans. She was looking too sexy in those cloths. I couldn’t stop my self by asking. Me: ayesha what’s this??? Ayesha: what? Me: hijab in uk? Ayesha: you know Dr. khan strictly told me if I wanna work at his clinic I will have to work in Islamic way coz his 90% patients are from Pakistan and Arabia and they like to see woman in hijab they don’t like girl in western outfit. Me: ok I got it maam but why this jeans and blouse??? Ayesha: coz this is not the only work I have after dr. khan’s clinic I have to go to hotel for my other job too and tourists there will be scared if they will see a receptionist in hijab. Btw why u asked aren’t these cloths looking good on me??? Me: nope they are looking very nice I just never saw u in these kind of clothes that’s why I was just surprised. Ayesha: btw u didn’t asked why I came here? Me: why will I ask its ur own home u can come whenever u want. Ayesha: I know that but this time I come with a special reason. Me: and what’s that? Ayesha: dr. khan have decided take big break of one and half hour everyday coz he got some lecturer job in some medical college so he will go there for one and half hour everyday. He also permitted me to go home for lunch etc. but my house is too far from the clinic I don’t think so it’s a good idea to waste too much time and energy go there and come back daily for an hour. So I was wondering ur house is near clinic if I can come here everyday for relax a little coz I feel so weird in clinic. U got problem??? Me: as I said b4 it’s ur own house u don’t need my permission. Feel it ur home. Ayesha: thanks I knew u won’t say no infect u r the only one in the city whom I can trust coz other ppl always try to take advantage of me. Me: yeah probably they will I mean why not u r good looking and alone you are a easy target for any frustrated bastard. Ayesha: so I shouldn’t trust on u too coz u r also a bastard.(I know she was just kidding coz that’s what she always use to do) Me: yap better be aware of me coz I am the desperado can rape u anytime hahahaha.(we both laughed) Time being pass like always and she start being comfortable at my home as it was her own house i mean she was cooking food in my kitchen if she is hungry, she use to clean house often sometime even she use to get showers at my house if I wasn’t at home. She always use to come at my house at her break and I also never mind it coz she was the one whom I always thought my friend without any expectations. We two also had to go for the shopping for movie etc. and I was quite enjoying uk coz here no one was about to complain to her family about her and she was also enjoying her freedom. She was being little close to me for example in India she hardly use to touch me but here hugs and some other close body contact wasn’t a big deal for her. One day I was doing something about network on my computer when she came door was open so she came put her hijab off and lay on the sofa. She was now in a long skirt and a white blouse. she was looking so tired so I asked her “are u ok” she said she was ok but tired coz she had more then usual work today but she finished it b4 lunch and coz dr. isn’t gonna be at clinic again for next few days so she got full free week. “wow that’s cool so r u going to india to meet ur parents?” I asked she replied “no not now one week isn’t enough I will go 3 months later for about 15 days”. I asked her why Dr. is off for a week. “he is going to Pakistan for attend a marriage function of his childhood friend’s daughter” Ayesha: Dr. Khan care about his childhood friend so much. We were also so close to each other na? we never use to hide anything from each other isn’t it? Me: yeah right and don’t know about u but I still don’t hide anything from you. Ayesha: I also never hide anything from you but I doubt u tell me everything about u. Me: I have no idea what u r talking about have u ever found something about me that I didn’t told u.??? Ayesha: yes you didn’t tell me about ur girlfriend yet. Me: my girlfriend? Who told you I have got a girlfriend. That’s not thru. Ayesha: now don’t tell me in those years when we weren’t in touch u didn’t found any girl. Me: really I was so busy about my studies I never noticed any girl you are my first and last girlfriend. (soon I realized what I have said I could see her face in the mirror it was red a littlie I didn’t had any idea it was coz of anger or she was blushing ……to handle the situation soon I added few more words in my line ) yes I mean u r a girl and my friend too so u r my girlfriend we just don’t love each other else we are a couple. (And I winked at her) Ayesha: how u r so sure I don’t love u. (she winked me back. I was feeling exited inside but my face was saying that I am amazed I didn’t expected these words from her soon she saw my face which was now on her side and next she laughed and said) by see ur face I guess u being serious I hope u know I am just kidding. (Now this was something that I expected from her I was disappointed a little but this was more like real so I turned back my face to my computer and said ) Me: if u will make fun of me again I will call ur father and tell them u being love with a non Muslim so she will call u back. Ayesha: I will shoot a bullet in ur had if u will do anything like that. (she giggled ) Suddenly she stands from the sofa and came near to me. I was still busy making configure the network server. She came and stand back on my chair. I never felt her this much close b4 I can smell her perfume and it was really good feeling to feel her close her hairs were touching naked skin of my shoulders. When I felt that I stopped messing with computer and started waiting what she gona say or do. Ayesha: what r u doing btw? Me: I told u I am a network administrator. Ayesha: I know that. I mean what r u doing right now? Me: nothing important just doing some office work why? Ayesha: I want to ask u something very seriously. Me: don’t joke Ayesha and serious these two words can never be one in ur case. (And I laughed) Ayesha: no really will u answer honestly? Me: ok ok ask what u wana ask. Ayesha: we know each other from more then 23 years tell me in this long period of time did u think about me as a girl.? Me: what r u saying I always know u r a girl why will I think u as a boy lol. Ayesha: nope u didn’t got what I am trying to say I am trying to say have u ever thought about me like a boy think about a girl? Now this was something that I didn’t expected I will have to hear in my life. I didn’t knew what I should say coz that was truth she was a hot girl and I really fantasized about her ones maybe twice but on other hand whenever I fantasized about her I always felt so much guilt coz I fantasized about a girl who think me as her good friend. I didn’t knew I should say truth or not coz she will only notice that I fantasized about her she will never understand how much guilt I felt after fantasizing about her. I thought when she will know I had naughty thought about her she will get angry and I didn’t wanted to loose a friend like her but I didn’t knew how I can lie to her that she won’t catch me. I stand from chair and turn around to her. she was still looking me with questionable eyes. I start playing with words coz that was the only way to rid of from this topic. Me: what kind of question is this? U doesn’t trust me? Ayesha: what about trust? Yes I know u r my friend but u r a boy too and I am a girl we always spent too much time with each other it’s not unusual if u sometime get different kind of thoughts about me. Me: ayesha what r u saying girl? Ayesha: I am not saying anything I just asked u a simple question that u didn’t answered yet. Me: you know you are my best mate it’s really a shame for me if I even dream like that. Ayesha: this isn’t the answer of my question. Me: I know there is nothing possible between us so I don’t hope for anything that isn’t possible. Ayesha: yes I know there is nothing possible between us I am a divorced girl and maybe u like virgins. Me: bullshit I don’t believe all that virgin thing I said nothing is possible between us coz be both from different religions and I know u have no feeling for me. Ayesha : so is my religion a problem for u? Me: no but it can be for ur parents besides why r we discussing our relationship? As u recently said we are just friends? Ayesha: Hey listen up now I wana tell you something and this time I am not joking…..You and me we are together from long time as friends if there would be some other girl or boy they could be in love in this much big period of time very easily and I am not an exception I also love u vijay.( damn she love me? Wow these words were feeling like life in the deadland I wanted to listen those words again and again but had no time coz she was continue talking and I wanted to listen what she say next) yes I always loved you but I never told you coz you never showed any interest in me and we had several other problems too. But I can’t take it anymore I can’t hide my love for you vijay. Recently I realized life isn’t long as much we think so we should tell ppl whom we love that we love them. So I am telling you I love you most in the world. I know I am divorced and maybe it’s impossible for you to love me.( she had no idea how much I want her ) but still I wana admit I love you and plz don’t worry I don’t expect same from you I know u would like to love a girl who never got married b4. Now when I told u all that I feel for u and I just wanted to know what u feel about me but now I don’t wana know I think I know what u feel. Now when u knows all things it won’t be easy for me to be front of you coz you thought me as a friend and I got different feelings for you. I will always love you. Good bye. (b4 I could understand what’s going on she left my house ) I tried to catch her but she was left already I called her on her cell but It was off now I had no other choice but to go on her place. I drive fast and reached on her apartment. In the way I was hoping her to be on her house. I ringed her doorbell after a min. she opened door. Now she was in a beautiful night gown. She saw me and I saw her she went in I also moved in to her house and close the door myself. Then I said Me: why did u left. Ayesha: I couldn’t stand there anymore. Me: you didn’t gave me any chance to say anything. Ayesha: I know what u wana say but try to understand I can’t help it I tried not to love you but I simply can’t help it. Me: Ayesha listen I know we are good friends and the fact is I also love you a lot. Not from childhood as u do but I also feel so sad when u aren’t around me the day when u went to uk was one of the toughest day of my life. That time I didn’t know why I was so sad but now I know I was in love with u. She was looking me now there was a glow in her eyes. She suddenly hugged me tight and I also embraced her in my arms. Her had was on my shoulder and my hands were on her back. She said “oh viajy u don’t know since when I wanted to listen those words” we stand in that position for about 2 min. and then break off. She was looking me and I was looking her I wanted to kiss her but I had no idea if she will accept it as love or lust but I couldn’t help it I grabbed her face from both of my hands (as I saw in the movies) I moved forward to her and start moving my lips on her lips. She didn’t oppose… after few a second I put my lips on her. This was the first kiss of my life. I was rubbing my lips on her lips when she opened her mouth and start licking my lips from the tip of her tongue now I knew she was trying to enter her tongue in my mouth so I opened my mouth and just at the next moment she did what she wanted. She moved her tongue in my mouth it felt soooooooooo good so I also put my tongue in her mouth and soon we were kissing crazy in French kiss style. It was really hard for me to believe this is the same girl who use to get red coz of shyness few years back if I even touch her hand by mistake. Slowly I moved my hand on her butt from back. Now my hand was on her hip i pushed her hip and now her lower portion was in touch with mine. I started kissing her neck at the same time I was rubbing her hip through cloths too. I could easily see she was enjoying that. Her breast were pushing against my chest I could see her cleavage I moved my mouth on them and start kissing those cleavage she was still let me do all what I was doing. But then I did a mistake. I was wondering she was ready for everything so slowly I put my left hand on her right breast and through the cloths I rubbed it. She get surprised and pushed me with power by calling my name like I did something that she didn’t wanted me to do I didn’t expected this move from her so I left her she got back few inches from me she was looking at me and I said “I am sorry I guess I was over exited” she was breathing fast. She said “it’s ok that isn’t ur fault I was also enjoying ur moves anyway I think we should stop” I said “ ok as ur wish” Ayesha: do u take something tea or juice? Me: I will take a glass of chill water plz. Ayesha: ok give me a min. Then she went in kitchen and got back with a glass in her hand. Ayesha: there u r. Me: thanks. I start drinking water. Ayesha: are u angry.? Me: don’t be silly why I will be angry infect I should ask u the same question are u angry? Ayesha: no why will i? Me: I rubbed ur boob yes we accepted recently that we love each other but by rubbing ur boob I guess I gave u a sign like I love u coz of ur body or something like that but really believe me I was just over exited I love ur soul more then ur body. Ayesha: I know that. U are always far from girls you never had a girl friend but u r a boy and u have some needs coz I am ur girlfriend now it’s my duty to take care of ur needs but I couldn’t that’s why I asked u are u angry. I know it must be hard to be virgin till this age and I have no problem if u get exited about my body I am ur girlfriend after all ….. U have full right on my body. Me: really? What’s the problem then? Ayesha: problem is I still haven’t told u few things that I am scared to tell you coz I just got u and I don’t wana loose u again. I doubt when u will know those things u won’t love me as much u do right now. Me: what the f. there is nothing which can make me love u less then I do u right now. Tell me frankly plz always remember b4 ur lover I am ur best friend with whom u have shared everything each of ur secret. At least trust me like that. Ayesha: I don’t know how to tell you. You know I have a kid that jahid took from me. I didn’t breastfeed him from months but my breasts still produce milk. What? Damn I was wondering is that something that bad coz I was feeling excitement inside. Me: really? Ayesha: yes when u rubbed my boob I was worried it will come out soon if u keep squeezing it and when u will see it u will think it’s disgusting. Me: no it’s not disgusting like each part of ur body it’s also come from you how can I feel it disgusting. Ayesha: really? U have no problem with that? Me: of curse not. Now I had a hard on by listen about her breasts and to know that she had no problem if I have sex with her but this time I didn’t know from where to take this situation on kissing again so I can move for more but coz I am kind of shy boy I could ask her if she was continue from where we leaved. I was keep wondering in between she took the water glass and going back to put it in sink. I stand and said “ok ayesha I think I should leave now.” Ayesha: so soon? U have some work? I wanted to say “I have no work I just wanna fuck u so hard” but I couldn’t say that I said “ yes I have to finish the project which I left behind coz I had to follow you” she said ok said bye and I came back to home. At my home I was tying hard to concentrate on my half work but I wasn’t able to do it I was keep wondering about all what happened in recent hours how my life got changed in few hours how my best friend became my girl in few hours and more then that I was keep wondering about the words which ayesha said to me. “You have full right on my body”. That was feeling really good I couldn’t believe I was planning to take her on my bed. But I had no idea how can I do it coz for next full week she wasn’t coming to my house. Anyway somehow I finished my work and start trying to sleeping but It was really hard I was still awake till 2 am usually I sleep till 11 anyhow. I just wanted to talk to ayesha but it wasn’t possible coz she must be sleeping. But don’t know why I dialed her cell no. phone start ringing but in half I cut it off to think she will be mad if I awake her at midnight. I put my phone on table and again start try to sleep but just after a min. my phone start ringing without making any delay I picked it and watched its screen. I was expecting it must be ayesha and I was right the screen was flashing her name. I picked it up. Me: hello Ayesha: did you called me a min. ago? Me: yes I did how do you know? Ayesha: I can see ur no. on my cell phone. (Damn what happen to me? How I forgot everybody can see incoming no. on mobile phone I proved myself foolish front of her) Me: oh yeah sorry I forgot. (She giggled) Ayesha: so? U wanted to say something? Me: emm not exactly. Ayesha: why did u ringed me at 2 am then? Me: sorry if I awake you. Ayesha: nope you didn’t I was awaked already I couldn’t sleep. Me: really? Why? Is everything fine? Ayesha: yes everything is fine why u r still awake btw? I have same reason for being awake at 2 am that u have. I guess she figured it out I was wondering about her. Me: and what’s the reason? Ayesha: Vijay stop being ignorant now. Is it too hard for u to say u was missing me? Me: yes actually we are friends from long time we always were in limits but now suddenly we become lovers I think we will take some time to be familiar with this new relation what u think.? Ayesha: no I think only u will take time coz I am already comfortable with out new relation and I guess u also won’t take much time after tomorrow. Me: tomorrow? What’s tomorrow? Ayesha: tomorrow I am coming at ur house and I will give u something that will make u comfortable too coz I think u wasn’t prepare for this new relation but I was for the day I meet u. Me: what r u talking about? Ayesha: nothing you just sleep we will meet tomorrow. Me: ok good night. She also wished me good night and ended the phone call. I was start wondering what she gonna give me that will make me comfortable? Is she gonna give me a nice fuck or it will be a hours long lecture about love relationship? Anyway I awake for another hour and then fallen asleep. Next morning I wake up at 10. I took leave from office coz today I wasn’t feeling to work I just wanted to rest and wanted to spend time with Ayesha. I brushed my teeth and drink some tea took a quick shower. Then I watched some TV. I was expecting her to arrive at 2 pm. But she came at 11.30. She was in a black t-shirt and a high knee skirt. Door was open already when she arrived so she just came inside the house and sit on the couch. I asked her “u so early?” she replied “ yeah soon u will go to office so I came early to think we will have more time to talk” Me: but I am not going anywhere today. Ayesha: what about ur work? Me: I took leave today. Ayesha: really? That’s cool. Did u took leave for me btw? Me: No I didn’t have much work to do at office today that’s why. (I couldn’t say yes coz of my ego ) Ayesha: have u took lunch? Me: nope not yet I was going to cook. Ayesha: you sit and relax I will made lunch today. Then she went in the kitchen and start cooking she didn’t need my assistance coz she was already using my kitchen from months so she has all knowledge about my kitchen. She made some Indian food. We took lunch and finally became free at 1 pm. Now I was watching TV ones again I mean I was trying to act watching TV my attention was on ayesha who was reading news paper. There was thousands of questions in my mind about our last night talk but I wasn’t able to ask her coz she could catch my excitement about the desire of having sex with her. I was expecting her to tell it herself but when after half hour she didn’t say even a single word I dare myself. Me: ayesha. Ayesha: yes? Me: did I wake u up last night? Ayesha: u mean by that phone call? Me: yap Ayesha: nope u didn’t….. I told u already didn’t I? Me: yeah u did. Ayesha: then why u asked again or u wanted to remind me about last night talk of ours??? (She giggled) I was busted now I have no choice will have to accept and will have to talk point to point. Me: yes I wanted to to remind u when u said u gonna give me something today I am wondering from last night what u was talking about I am so confuse. Ayesha: I know u already guessed what I was talking about. Me: really I have no idea. Ayesha: ok let It be….. tell me why r u so shy these days.? You said u also loves me but I don’t feel like you do. Me: I really love u why did u thought I don’t love u.? Ayesha: ask urself you feel shy to say u was missing me you aren’t comfortable when I am around u and so on. Me: it’s just coz I am so confuse these days b4 we were just friends and we use to talk but we never talk about any sexual mater but now we are lovers and I know it will hurt you but since I know you are my girl I just can’t stop dreaming about u in a sexual way. I don’t know what’s wrong with me I try a lot to stop thinking about you like that but I can’t help it. (I can’t believe I just said that ) now I was waiting for her reply what she will say. She was quite “are you angry” I said “I am so sorry if I hurt you but I just said what I feel I am always afraid I will do something and u will leave me” She looked at me for a moment then she moved sit near me and said “Look I know sex is the topic we have never talked b4 but it’s not a big deal for me to talk about it with u coz now I have accepted you as my lover my soul mate so I can talk about it with u. I am not angry from you if u think about me sexually after all we are lovers. I never told you b4 but I always fantasize about u coz you was the only boy who was around me from childhood. Now tell me was I a bad friend? I don’t think I was coz I loved you I just didn’t told you about that.” I was shocked to know all that. But I was quite happy too. Ayesha continue speaking. Tell me do wanna have sex with me? I was shocked again what she was saying was totally fantastic it was like a dream I couldn’t say anything else other then “what?” Ayesha: yes tell me do u wanna have sex with me coz I think this is the only way to make you comfortable with me. Me: no I don’t want to have sex with u just coz I want it we will have it when u will also want to have sex with me not just to make me comfortable with u. Ayesha: now I am also shy a little I can’t say it from my mouth but yes I also want it. Before I could realize what she said she stand and set on my lap. She was close to me again I could smell her perfume that was making me crazy coz doesn’t mater I was about to be 24 I never been this much close with any woman b4. When she sat on my lap her legs get spread a little so her skirt moved up a little now it was above her knee and I could see her fair sexy lower legs what I never saw b4. I had no idea what was going on until she started kissing me and just at the moment I realize this day gonna be the most fantastic day of my life. I also start kissing her wildly. Her big breasts were pushing against my chest and my hands were on her lower back just above her ass. I was enjoying her tongue playing with mine but I had to move on so I put my mouth on her neck and between our kiss sometimes I was kissing her neck too and when I was doing that I could see she was moving her face to the roof so I could kiss her neck even her upper cleavage much better way. Our breathing was being faster every moment. Slowly I moved my right hand on her thigh it was so nice soft and without even a single hair. I start lifting her skirt up slowly she didn’t protest but suddenly stop kissing me and stand from my laps. I thought maybe she mind but how we have just talked about all things then why? I was wrong she didn’t mind she stand from my laps and stand right front of me. She removed her hair band so now her beautiful black silky hairs were all over her back and some were on her face now she was looking even sexier. I thought now she would remove her top but I was wrong she jumped over me gave me a big kiss and then start lifting my t-shirt and after only a single second she removed my t-shirt. Now she start kissing my chest my stomach and nipples. She was teasing my nipples with her tongue yap that was stupid but I didn’t wanted to stop her I wanted her to do whatever she want. It didn’t last too long just after 5 to 10 seconds she stand again and said “let’s go to bedroom” I was so horney and didn’t wanted to go anywhere I asked “what’s the problem here” she replied “ no problem but I think bed is more comfortable” I didn’t wanted to argue with her so I stand too I put her in my arm now she was in my arms not on floor I start moving to bedroom and in the way to the bed I was keeping kissing her soft tasty lips. When we reached to the bed I almost throw her on bed she managed and sit on the bed this time I couldn’t wait and I removed her t-shirt myself. I looked for a moment she wear a black bra it wasn’t enough to cover her breast I could easily see her breast just near her nipples. Bra was so tight so I could see where her nipple is behind the fabric I start kissing her ones again now my hands went on her back and I unhook her bra and fall back I pulled her bra and I saw the most beautiful breasts ever these were nice firm round breast two little coin size nipple were looking so nice on them. When Ayesha notice I am watching her tits she blushed and hided her boobs with both of her hands and stat smiling. I give her a smile too and then take her hands off from her boobs. She said “u looking like u never watched breast b4” Me: I said I never had any girl. Ayesha: so u never watched boobs even on internet or TV. Me: of curse I did but none of them were beautiful as u have. She blushed again. I went back to her start kissing her again and my hands were on her boobs now I start squeezing them. It didn’t took so much time I felt my hands became wet I looked at them there was something white on my hands I knew what it was. Me: wow its nice u still have milk in ur breast but since no body suck ur breast don’t it hurt I mean I heard it hurts to have milk in breast if woman don’t squeeze it out. Ayesha: yes it hurts but I squeeze it by using my hands and I got a pump back at my home too. Then she stopped speaking for a moment and then after thinking something she said Ayesha: vijay….. Would u like to suck them? Actually I also wanted to suck them and wanted to taste how does it taste I know it was weird but exiting at the same time. Me: u want me to suck ur breast? Ayesha: yes if u don’t mind…..whenever I squeeze my milk I fantasize about u sucking them and it felt good to me now when u know my secret so I want to feel it in real. Will u? Me: ok let’s try. she lay on the bed I sit near her I moved my mouth near her right breast nipple. I could smell aroma of her milk it was good I took her nipple in my mouth and start sucking it gently. She start moaning as milk start coming from her nipple. It was so tasty kind of vanilla flavor. I said Me: it’s taste like vanilla. Ayesha: I know Me: how? Ayesha: told ya I got a pump at home so I taste it ones. “Smile” Ayesha: it feels so good when u suck my breast I can feel something from my body going in ur body I think it makes our love strong. Me: yes. And then I start sucking it again. I sucked both of her breasts for about 15 to 20 min. and she didn’t stop moaning in that period of time it sounds like she was enjoying this sucking more then the fucking lol. After some time milk stopped flowing. And I removed my mouth from her breast. Ayesha: oh vijay u don’t know how much good I am feeling right now….. it was never so satisfying to squeeze milk by hands or by using pump today I am feeling like I rid from pain in real. Me: don’t worry from now u won’t need any pump or ur hands to squeeze ur milk out of ur breast. And I winked her She giggled and said “I really hope so” then she sit on the bed and removed her pant herself I saw her beautiful thighs first time in my life. She was looking to sexy but at this moment all I wanted to see her pussy. I grabbed her panty and slowly slid it out from her thighs then from her legs and bingo she was now totally nude. Her legs were straight on the bed she lay on the bed again fold her legs. I grabbed them by her knee and spread them by using my hands and I saw a nicely shaved pink pussy totally open. It was little wet and I guessed it’s coz of sucking session. I watched it’s beauty for about a min. and then I put my hand on it I felt it was so soft and warm maybe the softest thing I ever touch it was sticky coz of her juice I start rubbing it and when I was rubbing it she was moaning so hard my hand gets sticky coz of her precum. I don’t know what came in my mind I put my biggest finger in her pussy and it slid into the pussy like there was nothing maybe coz it was so wet. I start fingering her and she start moaning even louder. Her moans were making me crazy so I was fingering her more and more my hand was running like it was some engine then suddenly she grabbed my hand so tight and forcefully stopped it she holed my hand so tight and her hips were bouncing like ball. I didn’t know what happened till I didn’t felt something on my finger which was still in her vagina. Now I knew she got orgasm. Her body was all sweaty. I put my finger out of her pussy it was even more wet now. She looked at me and gave me a smile. I smiled back. Now she got up and said “now let me see what u have” and she pushed me slowly I knew she want me to lay on the bed so I layed on the bed myself. She removed my pants and then underwear my 7 inch dick already in its hardest position she saw it. I don’t know it surprised her or what but her eyes became so wide I asked her. Me: what happen? Ayesha: it’s so beautiful big, thick and nicely shaped ……….the best I ever saw I doubt if my pussy will be able to handle it. Me: best u ever saw? How many u saw yet? Ayesha: two ur and jahid’s his dick was not this much bigger it was almost half then ur and not thick as u have and he had a cut on his dick that looks really ugly infect he use to force me to suck it coz his dick because his dick use to take too much time to get hard and ur is hard already. Me: jahid forced u for blowjob? That sux I guess u don’t like it so no worry if u don’t feel comfortable don’t suck mine. “smile” Ayesha was still looking at my dick she said “no it’s looking so cute I want to take it in my mouth I want to see how it’s different the jahid’s it was only jahids dick which taste so bad or all dicks taste rubbish.” Me: sure? Ayesha: yes She moved her mouth near my dick I knew what was going to happen I never had even someone’s hand on my dick before and now the girl of my dreams were going to put her lips, mouth on it…..it was making my dick even harder. She took my dick in her mouth and start sucking it slowly. I can’t explain how good that feeling was, her mouth was so warm I could feel her tongue licking tip of my dick. She put my dick out of her mouth and start looking it again. Me: what happen? It’s same as jahids? Ayesha: no it’s much better I enjoyed it. And again she took it in her mouth and start sucking it I closed my eyes and start enjoying her warm mouth. She sucked it for about 10 min. and then put it out. She looking at me and said Ayesha: it felt so good but my mouth hurts now. Me: oh sorry. Ayesha: why r u sorry u didn’t forced me I enjoyed that but now I am ready to move forward I can’t take this anymore I am so horney now. Me: move forward what do u mean? I knew what she mean but I wanted to know what will she say. Ayesha: are u ready to make me ur forever? Me: yes I am. Ayesha: then just lay as u r. Then she stand up on bed. She stepped her one leg over my body and now I am between her legs. She set near my dick. I knew what she was going to do. She grabbed my dick in her right hand and point it’s tip on the door of her lovehole. Ayesha: I think it’s too big for this position but coz my pussy is open it should go in it somehow. She start trying to sit on my dick pointing her pussy. This was the first time my dick ever touch a pussy it went 10% in her pussy but then slid out it happen several times. She stand up and said “ I think it won’t work we will have to try something else. I got up and she layed on the bed she folded her legs and spread them now her pussy was open I layed on her I aimed my dick on her pussy and pushed. With a single push my dick goes little in her pussy she moaned and said “push again” I pushed again and this time half of my dick was inside in her pussy she almost screamed. Me: u ok? “I could easily see pain on her face” Ayesha: it’s too big I am feeling like I am a virgin. Me: u want me to take it out if u feeling too much pain? Ayesha: no keep going on today no pain can stop me to make u mine. Push it in I pushed again and my dick was inside her pussy. It was so tight she was right I also felt like she was still a virgin coz her pussy hold my dick so tight. My dick was totally inside her pussy. It was so warm and wet. I was feeling so happy coz this was the moment when I was inside my best friend. Now we became one. But ayesha was feeling so much pain I could see it on her face became so red like all her blood came in her face her body was white as much it wasn’t few min. ago. Me: Ayesha r u ok? I really feel we should stop seems like its not usual pain. Ayesha: no don’t stop it will be ok soon. To reduce her pain I start kissing her again and start moving my dick in and out. She was right in next few min. her pain became pleasure and screams became moans now I was fucking her so fast our body were now with full of sweat. Her arms were on my around back and legs were on my hips I was fucking her with my full capacity I was enjoying it too much and finally after about 25 min. I was about to reach my destination. I said Me: Ayesha I am about to cum. Ayesha: me too. Me: let me take it out. Ayesha: no do it inside. I became even faster with those words and finally I came deep inside her womb about 3 to 5 shots of cum inside her pussy and we both were done. I was still on her my dick now getting loose I moved up and lay next to her she was still breathing fast but it became normal in next few seconds. I looked her and asked her if she is ok coz I was worried if she still feeling pain or something like that she looked me and gave me a smile with satisfaction. She kissed me and said “I love you and I was never good like this before.” I smiled back. Then we took shower together and I fucked her again in bathroom. This wasn’t the end it was just the start of my golden time. Now there was nothing privet or secret between us we were one forever. This is half story my friend told me more let me know if you ppl wanna know it.

Note: Neither i am a professional writer nor i wanna be. people who are looking for stories written by professional writers plz don't waste ur time here. People say love and lust are two different things even I use to believe that too but one day all got changed. I am 23 year old guy from a average city of India. I myself never felt that but ppl say I looks good that’s all I can tell you about my looks I can’t waste time to describe myself only gay guys think much about their body. I have kind of shy nature so I never had many friends. On the name of friends I had only one childhood friend her name was Ayesha she was from a strict muslim family. Her parents never allowed her to be friend of any guy but coz I was her childhood friend and grown up with her they never objected my friendship with her. I always knew my limits and I never use to touch her or say any rubbish word front of her parents I always use to talk point to point only about education so they were kinda impressed by my sense of seriousness. When she grown up she started looking very hot. Light pink skin 5,5 height thin body long black hairs brown eyes, and most of them big perfect shape boobs. While time I felt she became two sexy but coz she was my good friend and i was so sure she don’t love me so I never try to think in that way for her. At the age of 19 she got married with a businessman name jahid khan settled in uk. Jahid’s parents were Indians but jahid born and grown up in UK. Like a typical muslim family when jahid became old enough for marry his parents start finding a bride for him. jahid was 30 already but still didn’t wanted to marry but his parents forced him very much and when he couldn’t bare pressure anymore he had to lookout some girls that his parents suggested for him. Jahid’s parents wanted a typical muslim girl for him so they try to find out girl in India and somehow found about ayesha. Some of jahid’s relative sent ayesha’s picture to jahid and he said yes without wasting even a single minute as ayesha was way too good looking. Ayesha didn’t wanted to marry she wanted to study but when her parents find out that jahid earn well they forced ayesha to marry with jahid and ayesha couldn’t protest much. Anyway she got married and the day when she was going to uk all of her relatives and her friends were on her house gate to say her bye coz they all couldn’t go to airport. She was going to the airport by car some of her relatives were also going with her to see off her and jahid. I also wanted to go but I thought maybe his typical Islamic relatives will mind a non muslim guy too close to their girl so just to avoid any non likeable situation I decided not to go to airport and see off her from the house. There were too many ppl on the gate most of them were her relative some were the ppl of colony who were there to say bye to a girl whom they saw by her childhood and some were her friends ”female”. I was also there but on some distance to her. One by one she meat her relatives then her friends. I was watching her I was sure I can’t go and say her bye coz of her relatives were all over but I was still watching her continuously if she look me ones I can wave my hand. I was watching her when someone called me “bhaiya” ( big brother )I looked around who called me and my search end on a kid who was looking at me and was waiting for my response I didn’t knew who he is but I knew he is also her relative of ayesha coz I saw him in her house from last few days….. I said “what”??? ………….”javed uncle (ayesha’s father) is calling u” for a moment I wondered what work he can have 2 me when his daughter is going out of country. But I didn’t had too much time to wonder so I moved in the rush coz javed uncle was stand in the rush near ayesha and other relatives. I moved to javed uncle and asked him “yeah uncle have u called me???” Ayesha was also there her eyes were full of tears (Indian girls normally cry too much when they left their ppl after marry ) she was still hugging bye to one of her relative but just at the moment she heard my voice she turn her eyes on me. Uncle javed said “where was u? Ayesha is going won’t u say bye???” I was surprised by his answer and quite happy too I said “of curse I wanna say but I thought ppl here can mind so” “why will ppl mind u r her childhood friend” I was very happy that now I got chance to say bye to my best friend but I guess other ppl were not coz just at the moment mr. javed asked me for wish to Ayesha all noisy rush there got silent like someone die. Now I didn’t needed to be worry coz now mr. javed himself asked me to say bye now it was his job to take care of his relatives if they try to create scene there. Ayesha was stand now and didn’t move to next relative like she was waiting for me to say something to her. I moved forward to her. Her face was so sad eyes were still full of tears like she wanted to hug me but we both knew it wasn’t possible we should had to be happy that we got chance to say few words. I couldn’t say anything else just “good bye Ayesha I will miss u” she also couldn’t say much but reply in a short sentence “don’t say good bye I will be back” I said “yeah sure bye” she said “take care of urself” and that’s it then I got back out of rush and she moved forward to other relatives and then to the car. When her car was going to the air port she was watching the rush through the back glass of the car but I don’t know why I felt like she was watching me and wanted to say something more then “bye”. Time run like it have wings I went out to study in other city. We were always in touch via internet we use to chat almost every night she told me jahid’s parents wasn’t that bad I mean they were quite open minded were not so strict like her own parents. With the time she stop coming online as she use to at the beginning she use to come online almost all nights but soon she was coming online only ones in a week and that too for only for few minutes ones I asked her what’s the problem why don’t she come online like b4 now??? It was a normal question coz I was worried for her but I got a rapid response she told me that her husband don’t like her to chat with me all nights he doubts on her. I was very shocked by her answer but on other hand I thought it’s not that strange I mean if a guy mind her wife chatting with some other boy daily for hours any husband can mind. I didn’t wanted to be a problem for her happily married life so I myself asked her that we shouldn’t chat now much she said her husband don’t mind ones in a week she chat with me but I was sure soon he will start minding that too so I decided not to go online much now. Anyway time passed and we lost contact meanwhile she came to her home too but I was out of town coz of study so I couldn’t meet her. Ones I went to my home in holidays I meet with my old friends a day in market I found asima she was ayesha’s friend but coz I was also ayesha’s friend so asima and me also knew each other. When I saw her I said hi coz she talked to me b4 on few occasions I had no hesitation to say hi I knew she remember me so I was so sure she won’t mind it. She also reply by saying hi. Me: long time no see how r u asima. Asima: yeah quite long time but I am fine how r u? Me: how I can be better then u. (giggled) Asima: so have u meet Ayesha? Me: nope not since her marriage. Asima: but she just went back three days ago. Me: yap I know but I just came back to the city yesterday. Asima: ah so sad so I guess u missed the news. Me: news? What news u r talking about? Is something wrong with her? I asked too many questions at ones coz I was worried for ayesha. Asima: nope nothing wrong infect it’s a good news she is pregnant. Me: really? Wow that’s a fantastic news. (I was quite happy to know about her pregnancy I thought it’s a good move for a couple to have a baby) Asima: yap but I wonder how u doesn’t know that, I thought u will be the first whom she will tell this. Me: I didn’t know coz we are completely out of touch from long long time. After some more talk we both went on our ways but I was still in my thoughts after hearing about ayesha I was really missing her a lot specially now when she was pregnant and I couldn’t even congratulate her. I was quite proud on my decision of stop chatting with her if I chat with her who really knows if they have problems in their married life. Time passed again and I became 23 now I completed my CCNA and I applied for jobs on a job portal. Soon I got so many responses but none of them was like I expected, some had low salary and some had no promotion chances but there was one offer which was different then all. It was from a networking firm they offered a nice salary it was more then I expected so I was very happy about the offer everything was simply perfect in the job but there was just one problem in the offer. The firm where I had to work after accepting the offer was in uk even in the same town where ayesha use to live with jahid. I was in big dilemma I wasn’t able to decide I wanna go or not coz at one hand I had a great proposal on other hand I didn’t wanted to go in ayesha’s town I knew if she will find I am in her town she will try to meet me and that can make some serious problems in her happily married life. Anyway finally I chosen to go uk coz I wasn’t sure I will get this much fine offer ones again. I decided I won’t tell ayesha or any of his family members that I am going in her town. I will live there work there but won’t try to meet her. Just after few days I was in uk. The first step I took on the English land I wanted to go and see how Ayesha is but I didn’t do it coz I still had doubt if she wanna meet me or not. I started working at the firm. I liked the environment ppl were so friendly and there were few hot girls use to work in the same office too so I liked hot chicks around me. I became familiar with the new environment. I made few friends there my best buddy there was jack he was a nice guy. He had a nice big house. One day I was at home “I normally was at home coz I didn’t had to do much at office just had to go whenever they need me and call me” watching TV. Someone ring my door bell i thought its pizza boy coz few min. ago I ordered a pizza. When I opened the door I got surprised it wasn’t pizza boy it was Ayesha stand front of me looking straight on my face red coz of anger. I didn’t know what to say nothing comes in my mind all I could manage to say “hi” she didn’t reply she just pushed me slowly and came inside the house. I looked her she seat on the sofa and was watching the right wall like she don’t want to talk to me. I closed the door and seat on a chair on some distance to her. 100s of questions were coming in my mind but I didn’t know how to ask them I had no idea from where to start questions. And what’s going on in her mind. Anyway I had to start from somewhere so I dare a little and said. Me: are you angry? Now she turn her face on me and said loudly. Ayesha: no I am not angry I am happy I am feeling like dancing coz of joy. Again she turned her had to the wall. I was so surprised how she find out I am in uk and how do she know my address but I had littlie idea like maybe somehow her parents came to know about me being in uk and they told her anyway that wasn’t the time to think about that…..right now I had to think how to calm her. I have heard somewhere that girls always like if someone give compliment about their beauty. I notice her now she was in typical Indian salwar kurti and looking nice not much changed after even marry and being mother “if I wasn’t wrong” I said “You looking good didn’t changed still looking like 18.” She didn’t response. Her head was still toward wall and mouth was zipped. Me: hey would u take something tea, coffee, soft drink, juice or a sword to cut my neck??? I joked to calm the situation…..she thought I couldn’t but I clearly caught she tried to laugh. Ayesha: I don’t want to talk to you don’t try to make me laugh I am so angry. Me: hey common I know you are angry but give me a chance defend myself…..you know me from years can I do anything to hurt u? if I did something it have a good reason won’t u even listen ones.? Ayesha: oh so you still remember me I thought you forgot me. Me: what? How can u think anything like that I can forget myself but can’t forget u. Ayesha: if that so why u didn’t told me you are in uk? M I so bad whom u didn’t wanted to know about ur arrival in uk? Me: that’s not thru u know it…..i have a good reason why I didn’t told u about me being in uk and btw how do u know about my location? Ayesha: ur mom told to my mom and she told me ur address as well…..and I am curious to know ur “good reason” make sure it should be really good else u goanna die today. Me: actually Ayesha you told me last time that jahid mind our friendship and I was so sure if u will know I am in ur town u will try to meet me and that could make problems between u and jahid I just didn’t wanted to be a coz of tensions in ur life. Ayesha: u want me to believe that? (now she was smiling ) Me: believe it or not u know me from childhood…..do I ever said any lie to u? Ayesha: no ok I believe u that’s what I like about u…..you are honest. I didn’t wanted to type all argument but after about a hour long arguments she finally became normal. I was happy to see her after so long time. Me: would u like to take something? “I asked again” Ayesha: a glass of water. I went in the kitchen and bring a glass of water for her and drunk some water myself in the kitchen too coz It wasn’t easy to make her calm. Me: so how r u ayesha? How’s jahid? And ur kid is it son or daughter? Ayesha: you don’t know anything? Me: what? I don’t know what r u talking about. Ayesha: my family told nothing in our colony? Me: I have no idea ayesha coz I wasn’t much at the town after ur marriage most of the time I was out for studies last news I heard about u was about ur pregnancy. She was now looking at me her eyes were being little wet coz of tears I could easily see it and I was wondering what the problem is. I asked. Me: is everything fine? She finally couldn’t stop herself and start crying. I was very shocked to see her crying coz doesn’t mater I was her childhood friend but I didn’t saw her crying after we were about 10. I hold her hand and asked her again. Me: what happen why r u crying? Is everything fine? Now she said something in her crying voice that made me pissoff on few ppl. Ayesha: jahid was an jerk and her family was cheater. Jahid already had a wife whom he and his family loved a lot but coz of some accident she wasn’t able to become mother. Jahid’s family needed jahid’s own kid and for that they needed another wife of jahid. They didn’t told neither me nor my parents that jahid was already married. I didn’t knew it until I gave birth to jahid’s son. Just after that they called her old wife back to their home. They treated me so roughly. They all use to beat me everyday I had no other choice but to take divorce but forcefully they took the kid too. Now I am alone. These ppl cheated me. I am living alone from last 3 months. I was so shocked to know all that I was so mad on jahid and his family members I wanted to shoot them all for doing bad with my innocent friend I said Me: these are fucking bastards I won’t leave them u don’t worry I will teach them a good lesson. Ayesha: no plz don’t do anything. Well frankly I had no idea what can I do to harm them I mean I was new there and they were living in the town from years but at that moment I couldn’t think like that I just wanted to teach them a good lesson. Me: they deserves a lesson ayesha. Ayesha: no plz jahid and his family is nothing for me now I don’t wanna see their faces again in my life infect it was my fault too. Me: what? How it was ur fault? Ayesha: I married a guy whom I didn’t know just coz my parents asked me to do. I wanted to study but I didn’t oppose them much when they forced me to marry I always live as my parents wanted me to live but not anymore now I will live my life the way I like. Me: what r u saying that wasn’t ur fault they took advantage of ur innocence. And what do u mean by ur own way? Ayesha: my own way…..you know when jahid gave me divorce my parents were sad too but soon they start looking for new husband for me but I don’t want to be fool again now I won’t marry with anyone whom I don’t know. My parents were so angry on me coz I refuse to marry again so I decided to stay in uk I got my citizenship here. I live and work here and I kinda like this free life. I can wear cloths as I like, I can go out without any male with me I don’t have to follow strict Islamic laws etc. I work earn and live at my own. Me: what? U work? But how I mean as much I remember you couldn’t finish ur studies so how u got work in a country like uk? Ayesha: yes yes u r right I couldn’t finish my education and came to uk but I am so lucky I found Dr. khan. He is a nice man he gave me job in his clinic as a receptionist. And I work same in a hotel too. I earn enough money for me. Then we talked for few more hours and then she went back to her house I asked her to drop her but she said she have some other work too before going home. In next few weeks we talked on phone sometime. We couldn’t meet coz her schedule was busy all day and I couldn’t dare to ask her time in night coz though now she was in uk but we both were still Indians and there was some untold rules between us. Time was passing like that until I got another surprise. It was a usual day I was busy doing some networking check up on my computers at home when I heard the door bell. I go and opened the door there was a woman covered by hijab on the door. It was Ayesha doesn’t mater she was fully covered with hijab but I could easily recognize her coz her eyes weren’t covered and I could easily know who have such beautiful eyes. Without wasting time I said. Me: oh you common in. (and I moved back to the room Ayesha followed me) Ayesha: how do u know it’s me? Me: I can see ur eyes. Ayesha start watching me with strange eyes. Ayesha: you can recognize my eyes??? Me: of curse we are friends from over 23 years now I don’t need to see ur face to know it’s u. I can easily find out it’s u by ur eyes and ur voice too. Seems like she got very impressed by my answer. till now she removed her hijab and throw it on the chair to get comfortable I was quite happy to see she is being like b4 now I mean she feel my home as her own. When she removed her hijab I was amazed to see her cloths it was totally western cloths nice blue sexy t shirt and and blue jeans. She was looking too sexy in those cloths. I couldn’t stop my self by asking. Me: ayesha what’s this??? Ayesha: what? Me: hijab in uk? Ayesha: you know Dr. khan strictly told me if I wanna work at his clinic I will have to work in Islamic way coz his 90% patients are from Pakistan and Arabia and they like to see woman in hijab they don’t like girl in western outfit. Me: ok I got it maam but why this jeans and blouse??? Ayesha: coz this is not the only work I have after dr. khan’s clinic I have to go to hotel for my other job too and tourists there will be scared if they will see a receptionist in hijab. Btw why u asked aren’t these cloths looking good on me??? Me: nope they are looking very nice I just never saw u in these kind of clothes that’s why I was just surprised. Ayesha: btw u didn’t asked why I came here? Me: why will I ask its ur own home u can come whenever u want. Ayesha: I know that but this time I come with a special reason. Me: and what’s that? Ayesha: dr. khan have decided take big break of one and half hour everyday coz he got some lecturer job in some medical college so he will go there for one and half hour everyday. He also permitted me to go home for lunch etc. but my house is too far from the clinic I don’t think so it’s a good idea to waste too much time and energy go there and come back daily for an hour. So I was wondering ur house is near clinic if I can come here everyday for relax a little coz I feel so weird in clinic. U got problem??? Me: as I said b4 it’s ur own house u don’t need my permission. Feel it ur home. Ayesha: thanks I knew u won’t say no infect u r the only one in the city whom I can trust coz other ppl always try to take advantage of me. Me: yeah probably they will I mean why not u r good looking and alone you are a easy target for any frustrated bastard. Ayesha: so I shouldn’t trust on u too coz u r also a bastard.(I know she was just kidding coz that’s what she always use to do) Me: yap better be aware of me coz I am the desperado can rape u anytime hahahaha.(we both laughed) Time being pass like always and she start being comfortable at my home as it was her own house i mean she was cooking food in my kitchen if she is hungry, she use to clean house often sometime even she use to get showers at my house if I wasn’t at home. She always use to come at my house at her break and I also never mind it coz she was the one whom I always thought my friend without any expectations. We two also had to go for the shopping for movie etc. and I was quite enjoying uk coz here no one was about to complain to her family about her and she was also enjoying her freedom. She was being little close to me for example in India she hardly use to touch me but here hugs and some other close body contact wasn’t a big deal for her. One day I was doing something about network on my computer when she came door was open so she came put her hijab off and lay on the sofa. She was now in a long skirt and a white blouse. she was looking so tired so I asked her “are u ok” she said she was ok but tired coz she had more then usual work today but she finished it b4 lunch and coz dr. isn’t gonna be at clinic again for next few days so she got full free week. “wow that’s cool so r u going to india to meet ur parents?” I asked she replied “no not now one week isn’t enough I will go 3 months later for about 15 days”. I asked her why Dr. is off for a week. “he is going to Pakistan for attend a marriage function of his childhood friend’s daughter” Ayesha: Dr. Khan care about his childhood friend so much. We were also so close to each other na? we never use to hide anything from each other isn’t it? Me: yeah right and don’t know about u but I still don’t hide anything from you. Ayesha: I also never hide anything from you but I doubt u tell me everything about u. Me: I have no idea what u r talking about have u ever found something about me that I didn’t told u.??? Ayesha: yes you didn’t tell me about ur girlfriend yet. Me: my girlfriend? Who told you I have got a girlfriend. That’s not thru. Ayesha: now don’t tell me in those years when we weren’t in touch u didn’t found any girl. Me: really I was so busy about my studies I never noticed any girl you are my first and last girlfriend. (soon I realized what I have said I could see her face in the mirror it was red a littlie I didn’t had any idea it was coz of anger or she was blushing ……to handle the situation soon I added few more words in my line ) yes I mean u r a girl and my friend too so u r my girlfriend we just don’t love each other else we are a couple. (And I winked at her) Ayesha: how u r so sure I don’t love u. (she winked me back. I was feeling exited inside but my face was saying that I am amazed I didn’t expected these words from her soon she saw my face which was now on her side and next she laughed and said) by see ur face I guess u being serious I hope u know I am just kidding. (Now this was something that I expected from her I was disappointed a little but this was more like real so I turned back my face to my computer and said ) Me: if u will make fun of me again I will call ur father and tell them u being love with a non Muslim so she will call u back. Ayesha: I will shoot a bullet in ur had if u will do anything like that. (she giggled ) Suddenly she stands from the sofa and came near to me. I was still busy making configure the network server. She came and stand back on my chair. I never felt her this much close b4 I can smell her perfume and it was really good feeling to feel her close her hairs were touching naked skin of my shoulders. When I felt that I stopped messing with computer and started waiting what she gona say or do. Ayesha: what r u doing btw? Me: I told u I am a network administrator. Ayesha: I know that. I mean what r u doing right now? Me: nothing important just doing some office work why? Ayesha: I want to ask u something very seriously. Me: don’t joke Ayesha and serious these two words can never be one in ur case. (And I laughed) Ayesha: no really will u answer honestly? Me: ok ok ask what u wana ask. Ayesha: we know each other from more then 23 years tell me in this long period of time did u think about me as a girl.? Me: what r u saying I always know u r a girl why will I think u as a boy lol. Ayesha: nope u didn’t got what I am trying to say I am trying to say have u ever thought about me like a boy think about a girl? Now this was something that I didn’t expected I will have to hear in my life. I didn’t knew what I should say coz that was truth she was a hot girl and I really fantasized about her ones maybe twice but on other hand whenever I fantasized about her I always felt so much guilt coz I fantasized about a girl who think me as her good friend. I didn’t knew I should say truth or not coz she will only notice that I fantasized about her she will never understand how much guilt I felt after fantasizing about her. I thought when she will know I had naughty thought about her she will get angry and I didn’t wanted to loose a friend like her but I didn’t knew how I can lie to her that she won’t catch me. I stand from chair and turn around to her. she was still looking me with questionable eyes. I start playing with words coz that was the only way to rid of from this topic. Me: what kind of question is this? U doesn’t trust me? Ayesha: what about trust? Yes I know u r my friend but u r a boy too and I am a girl we always spent too much time with each other it’s not unusual if u sometime get different kind of thoughts about me. Me: ayesha what r u saying girl? Ayesha: I am not saying anything I just asked u a simple question that u didn’t answered yet. Me: you know you are my best mate it’s really a shame for me if I even dream like that. Ayesha: this isn’t the answer of my question. Me: I know there is nothing possible between us so I don’t hope for anything that isn’t possible. Ayesha: yes I know there is nothing possible between us I am a divorced girl and maybe u like virgins. Me: bullshit I don’t believe all that virgin thing I said nothing is possible between us coz be both from different religions and I know u have no feeling for me. Ayesha : so is my religion a problem for u? Me: no but it can be for ur parents besides why r we discussing our relationship? As u recently said we are just friends? Ayesha: Hey listen up now I wana tell you something and this time I am not joking…..You and me we are together from long time as friends if there would be some other girl or boy they could be in love in this much big period of time very easily and I am not an exception I also love u vijay.( damn she love me? Wow these words were feeling like life in the deadland I wanted to listen those words again and again but had no time coz she was continue talking and I wanted to listen what she say next) yes I always loved you but I never told you coz you never showed any interest in me and we had several other problems too. But I can’t take it anymore I can’t hide my love for you vijay. Recently I realized life isn’t long as much we think so we should tell ppl whom we love that we love them. So I am telling you I love you most in the world. I know I am divorced and maybe it’s impossible for you to love me.( she had no idea how much I want her ) but still I wana admit I love you and plz don’t worry I don’t expect same from you I know u would like to love a girl who never got married b4. Now when I told u all that I feel for u and I just wanted to know what u feel about me but now I don’t wana know I think I know what u feel. Now when u knows all things it won’t be easy for me to be front of you coz you thought me as a friend and I got different feelings for you. I will always love you. Good bye. (b4 I could understand what’s going on she left my house ) I tried to catch her but she was left already I called her on her cell but It was off now I had no other choice but to go on her place. I drive fast and reached on her apartment. In the way I was hoping her to be on her house. I ringed her doorbell after a min. she opened door. Now she was in a beautiful night gown. She saw me and I saw her she went in I also moved in to her house and close the door myself. Then I said Me: why did u left. Ayesha: I couldn’t stand there anymore. Me: you didn’t gave me any chance to say anything. Ayesha: I know what u wana say but try to understand I can’t help it I tried not to love you but I simply can’t help it. Me: Ayesha listen I know we are good friends and the fact is I also love you a lot. Not from childhood as u do but I also feel so sad when u aren’t around me the day when u went to uk was one of the toughest day of my life. That time I didn’t know why I was so sad but now I know I was in love with u. She was looking me now there was a glow in her eyes. She suddenly hugged me tight and I also embraced her in my arms. Her had was on my shoulder and my hands were on her back. She said “oh viajy u don’t know since when I wanted to listen those words” we stand in that position for about 2 min. and then break off. She was looking me and I was looking her I wanted to kiss her but I had no idea if she will accept it as love or lust but I couldn’t help it I grabbed her face from both of my hands (as I saw in the movies) I moved forward to her and start moving my lips on her lips. She didn’t oppose… after few a second I put my lips on her. This was the first kiss of my life. I was rubbing my lips on her lips when she opened her mouth and start licking my lips from the tip of her tongue now I knew she was trying to enter her tongue in my mouth so I opened my mouth and just at the next moment she did what she wanted. She moved her tongue in my mouth it felt soooooooooo good so I also put my tongue in her mouth and soon we were kissing crazy in French kiss style. It was really hard for me to believe this is the same girl who use to get red coz of shyness few years back if I even touch her hand by mistake. Slowly I moved my hand on her butt from back. Now my hand was on her hip i pushed her hip and now her lower portion was in touch with mine. I started kissing her neck at the same time I was rubbing her hip through cloths too. I could easily see she was enjoying that. Her breast were pushing against my chest I could see her cleavage I moved my mouth on them and start kissing those cleavage she was still let me do all what I was doing. But then I did a mistake. I was wondering she was ready for everything so slowly I put my left hand on her right breast and through the cloths I rubbed it. She get surprised and pushed me with power by calling my name like I did something that she didn’t wanted me to do I didn’t expected this move from her so I left her she got back few inches from me she was looking at me and I said “I am sorry I guess I was over exited” she was breathing fast. She said “it’s ok that isn’t ur fault I was also enjoying ur moves anyway I think we should stop” I said “ ok as ur wish” Ayesha: do u take something tea or juice? Me: I will take a glass of chill water plz. Ayesha: ok give me a min. Then she went in kitchen and got back with a glass in her hand. Ayesha: there u r. Me: thanks. I start drinking water. Ayesha: are u angry.? Me: don’t be silly why I will be angry infect I should ask u the same question are u angry? Ayesha: no why will i? Me: I rubbed ur boob yes we accepted recently that we love each other but by rubbing ur boob I guess I gave u a sign like I love u coz of ur body or something like that but really believe me I was just over exited I love ur soul more then ur body. Ayesha: I know that. U are always far from girls you never had a girl friend but u r a boy and u have some needs coz I am ur girlfriend now it’s my duty to take care of ur needs but I couldn’t that’s why I asked u are u angry. I know it must be hard to be virgin till this age and I have no problem if u get exited about my body I am ur girlfriend after all ….. U have full right on my body. Me: really? What’s the problem then? Ayesha: problem is I still haven’t told u few things that I am scared to tell you coz I just got u and I don’t wana loose u again. I doubt when u will know those things u won’t love me as much u do right now. Me: what the f. there is nothing which can make me love u less then I do u right now. Tell me frankly plz always remember b4 ur lover I am ur best friend with whom u have shared everything each of ur secret. At least trust me like that. Ayesha: I don’t know how to tell you. You know I have a kid that jahid took from me. I didn’t breastfeed him from months but my breasts still produce milk. What? Damn I was wondering is that something that bad coz I was feeling excitement inside. Me: really? Ayesha: yes when u rubbed my boob I was worried it will come out soon if u keep squeezing it and when u will see it u will think it’s disgusting. Me: no it’s not disgusting like each part of ur body it’s also come from you how can I feel it disgusting. Ayesha: really? U have no problem with that? Me: of curse not. Now I had a hard on by listen about her breasts and to know that she had no problem if I have sex with her but this time I didn’t know from where to take this situation on kissing again so I can move for more but coz I am kind of shy boy I could ask her if she was continue from where we leaved. I was keep wondering in between she took the water glass and going back to put it in sink. I stand and said “ok ayesha I think I should leave now.” Ayesha: so soon? U have some work? I wanted to say “I have no work I just wanna fuck u so hard” but I couldn’t say that I said “ yes I have to finish the project which I left behind coz I had to follow you” she said ok said bye and I came back to home. At my home I was tying hard to concentrate on my half work but I wasn’t able to do it I was keep wondering about all what happened in recent hours how my life got changed in few hours how my best friend became my girl in few hours and more then that I was keep wondering about the words which ayesha said to me. “You have full right on my body”. That was feeling really good I couldn’t believe I was planning to take her on my bed. But I had no idea how can I do it coz for next full week she wasn’t coming to my house. Anyway somehow I finished my work and start trying to sleeping but It was really hard I was still awake till 2 am usually I sleep till 11 anyhow. I just wanted to talk to ayesha but it wasn’t possible coz she must be sleeping. But don’t know why I dialed her cell no. phone start ringing but in half I cut it off to think she will be mad if I awake her at midnight. I put my phone on table and again start try to sleep but just after a min. my phone start ringing without making any delay I picked it and watched its screen. I was expecting it must be ayesha and I was right the screen was flashing her name. I picked it up. Me: hello Ayesha: did you called me a min. ago? Me: yes I did how do you know? Ayesha: I can see ur no. on my cell phone. (Damn what happen to me? How I forgot everybody can see incoming no. on mobile phone I proved myself foolish front of her) Me: oh yeah sorry I forgot. (She giggled) Ayesha: so? U wanted to say something? Me: emm not exactly. Ayesha: why did u ringed me at 2 am then? Me: sorry if I awake you. Ayesha: nope you didn’t I was awaked already I couldn’t sleep. Me: really? Why? Is everything fine? Ayesha: yes everything is fine why u r still awake btw? I have same reason for being awake at 2 am that u have. I guess she figured it out I was wondering about her. Me: and what’s the reason? Ayesha: Vijay stop being ignorant now. Is it too hard for u to say u was missing me? Me: yes actually we are friends from long time we always were in limits but now suddenly we become lovers I think we will take some time to be familiar with this new relation what u think.? Ayesha: no I think only u will take time coz I am already comfortable with out new relation and I guess u also won’t take much time after tomorrow. Me: tomorrow? What’s tomorrow? Ayesha: tomorrow I am coming at ur house and I will give u something that will make u comfortable too coz I think u wasn’t prepare for this new relation but I was for the day I meet u. Me: what r u talking about? Ayesha: nothing you just sleep we will meet tomorrow. Me: ok good night. She also wished me good night and ended the phone call. I was start wondering what she gonna give me that will make me comfortable? Is she gonna give me a nice fuck or it will be a hours long lecture about love relationship? Anyway I awake for another hour and then fallen asleep. Next morning I wake up at 10. I took leave from office coz today I wasn’t feeling to work I just wanted to rest and wanted to spend time with Ayesha. I brushed my teeth and drink some tea took a quick shower. Then I watched some TV. I was expecting her to arrive at 2 pm. But she came at 11.30. She was in a black t-shirt and a high knee skirt. Door was open already when she arrived so she just came inside the house and sit on the couch. I asked her “u so early?” she replied “ yeah soon u will go to office so I came early to think we will have more time to talk” Me: but I am not going anywhere today. Ayesha: what about ur work? Me: I took leave today. Ayesha: really? That’s cool. Did u took leave for me btw? Me: No I didn’t have much work to do at office today that’s why. (I couldn’t say yes coz of my ego ) Ayesha: have u took lunch? Me: nope not yet I was going to cook. Ayesha: you sit and relax I will made lunch today. Then she went in the kitchen and start cooking she didn’t need my assistance coz she was already using my kitchen from months so she has all knowledge about my kitchen. She made some Indian food. We took lunch and finally became free at 1 pm. Now I was watching TV ones again I mean I was trying to act watching TV my attention was on ayesha who was reading news paper. There was thousands of questions in my mind about our last night talk but I wasn’t able to ask her coz she could catch my excitement about the desire of having sex with her. I was expecting her to tell it herself but when after half hour she didn’t say even a single word I dare myself. Me: ayesha. Ayesha: yes? Me: did I wake u up last night? Ayesha: u mean by that phone call? Me: yap Ayesha: nope u didn’t….. I told u already didn’t I? Me: yeah u did. Ayesha: then why u asked again or u wanted to remind me about last night talk of ours??? (She giggled) I was busted now I have no choice will have to accept and will have to talk point to point. Me: yes I wanted to to remind u when u said u gonna give me something today I am wondering from last night what u was talking about I am so confuse. Ayesha: I know u already guessed what I was talking about. Me: really I have no idea. Ayesha: ok let It be….. tell me why r u so shy these days.? You said u also loves me but I don’t feel like you do. Me: I really love u why did u thought I don’t love u.? Ayesha: ask urself you feel shy to say u was missing me you aren’t comfortable when I am around u and so on. Me: it’s just coz I am so confuse these days b4 we were just friends and we use to talk but we never talk about any sexual mater but now we are lovers and I know it will hurt you but since I know you are my girl I just can’t stop dreaming about u in a sexual way. I don’t know what’s wrong with me I try a lot to stop thinking about you like that but I can’t help it. (I can’t believe I just said that ) now I was waiting for her reply what she will say. She was quite “are you angry” I said “I am so sorry if I hurt you but I just said what I feel I am always afraid I will do something and u will leave me” She looked at me for a moment then she moved sit near me and said “Look I know sex is the topic we have never talked b4 but it’s not a big deal for me to talk about it with u coz now I have accepted you as my lover my soul mate so I can talk about it with u. I am not angry from you if u think about me sexually after all we are lovers. I never told you b4 but I always fantasize about u coz you was the only boy who was around me from childhood. Now tell me was I a bad friend? I don’t think I was coz I loved you I just didn’t told you about that.” I was shocked to know all that. But I was quite happy too. Ayesha continue speaking. Tell me do wanna have sex with me? I was shocked again what she was saying was totally fantastic it was like a dream I couldn’t say anything else other then “what?” Ayesha: yes tell me do u wanna have sex with me coz I think this is the only way to make you comfortable with me. Me: no I don’t want to have sex with u just coz I want it we will have it when u will also want to have sex with me not just to make me comfortable with u. Ayesha: now I am also shy a little I can’t say it from my mouth but yes I also want it. Before I could realize what she said she stand and set on my lap. She was close to me again I could smell her perfume that was making me crazy coz doesn’t mater I was about to be 24 I never been this much close with any woman b4. When she sat on my lap her legs get spread a little so her skirt moved up a little now it was above her knee and I could see her fair sexy lower legs what I never saw b4. I had no idea what was going on until she started kissing me and just at the moment I realize this day gonna be the most fantastic day of my life. I also start kissing her wildly. Her big breasts were pushing against my chest and my hands were on her lower back just above her ass. I was enjoying her tongue playing with mine but I had to move on so I put my mouth on her neck and between our kiss sometimes I was kissing her neck too and when I was doing that I could see she was moving her face to the roof so I could kiss her neck even her upper cleavage much better way. Our breathing was being faster every moment. Slowly I moved my right hand on her thigh it was so nice soft and without even a single hair. I start lifting her skirt up slowly she didn’t protest but suddenly stop kissing me and stand from my laps. I thought maybe she mind but how we have just talked about all things then why? I was wrong she didn’t mind she stand from my laps and stand right front of me. She removed her hair band so now her beautiful black silky hairs were all over her back and some were on her face now she was looking even sexier. I thought now she would remove her top but I was wrong she jumped over me gave me a big kiss and then start lifting my t-shirt and after only a single second she removed my t-shirt. Now she start kissing my chest my stomach and nipples. She was teasing my nipples with her tongue yap that was stupid but I didn’t wanted to stop her I wanted her to do whatever she want. It didn’t last too long just after 5 to 10 seconds she stand again and said “let’s go to bedroom” I was so horney and didn’t wanted to go anywhere I asked “what’s the problem here” she replied “ no problem but I think bed is more comfortable” I didn’t wanted to argue with her so I stand too I put her in my arm now she was in my arms not on floor I start moving to bedroom and in the way to the bed I was keeping kissing her soft tasty lips. When we reached to the bed I almost throw her on bed she managed and sit on the bed this time I couldn’t wait and I removed her t-shirt myself. I looked for a moment she wear a black bra it wasn’t enough to cover her breast I could easily see her breast just near her nipples. Bra was so tight so I could see where her nipple is behind the fabric I start kissing her ones again now my hands went on her back and I unhook her bra and fall back I pulled her bra and I saw the most beautiful breasts ever these were nice firm round breast two little coin size nipple were looking so nice on them. When Ayesha notice I am watching her tits she blushed and hided her boobs with both of her hands and stat smiling. I give her a smile too and then take her hands off from her boobs. She said “u looking like u never watched breast b4” Me: I said I never had any girl. Ayesha: so u never watched boobs even on internet or TV. Me: of curse I did but none of them were beautiful as u have. She blushed again. I went back to her start kissing her again and my hands were on her boobs now I start squeezing them. It didn’t took so much time I felt my hands became wet I looked at them there was something white on my hands I knew what it was. Me: wow its nice u still have milk in ur breast but since no body suck ur breast don’t it hurt I mean I heard it hurts to have milk in breast if woman don’t squeeze it out. Ayesha: yes it hurts but I squeeze it by using my hands and I got a pump back at my home too. Then she stopped speaking for a moment and then after thinking something she said Ayesha: vijay….. Would u like to suck them? Actually I also wanted to suck them and wanted to taste how does it taste I know it was weird but exiting at the same time. Me: u want me to suck ur breast? Ayesha: yes if u don’t mind…..whenever I squeeze my milk I fantasize about u sucking them and it felt good to me now when u know my secret so I want to feel it in real. Will u? Me: ok let’s try. she lay on the bed I sit near her I moved my mouth near her right breast nipple. I could smell aroma of her milk it was good I took her nipple in my mouth and start sucking it gently. She start moaning as milk start coming from her nipple. It was so tasty kind of vanilla flavor. I said Me: it’s taste like vanilla. Ayesha: I know Me: how? Ayesha: told ya I got a pump at home so I taste it ones. “Smile” Ayesha: it feels so good when u suck my breast I can feel something from my body going in ur body I think it makes our love strong. Me: yes. And then I start sucking it again. I sucked both of her breasts for about 15 to 20 min. and she didn’t stop moaning in that period of time it sounds like she was enjoying this sucking more then the fucking lol. After some time milk stopped flowing. And I removed my mouth from her breast. Ayesha: oh vijay u don’t know how much good I am feeling right now….. it was never so satisfying to squeeze milk by hands or by using pump today I am feeling like I rid from pain in real. Me: don’t worry from now u won’t need any pump or ur hands to squeeze ur milk out of ur breast. And I winked her She giggled and said “I really hope so” then she sit on the bed and removed her pant herself I saw her beautiful thighs first time in my life. She was looking to sexy but at this moment all I wanted to see her pussy. I grabbed her panty and slowly slid it out from her thighs then from her legs and bingo she was now totally nude. Her legs were straight on the bed she lay on the bed again fold her legs. I grabbed them by her knee and spread them by using my hands and I saw a nicely shaved pink pussy totally open. It was little wet and I guessed it’s coz of sucking session. I watched it’s beauty for about a min. and then I put my hand on it I felt it was so soft and warm maybe the softest thing I ever touch it was sticky coz of her juice I start rubbing it and when I was rubbing it she was moaning so hard my hand gets sticky coz of her precum. I don’t know what came in my mind I put my biggest finger in her pussy and it slid into the pussy like there was nothing maybe coz it was so wet. I start fingering her and she start moaning even louder. Her moans were making me crazy so I was fingering her more and more my hand was running like it was some engine then suddenly she grabbed my hand so tight and forcefully stopped it she holed my hand so tight and her hips were bouncing like ball. I didn’t know what happened till I didn’t felt something on my finger which was still in her vagina. Now I knew she got orgasm. Her body was all sweaty. I put my finger out of her pussy it was even more wet now. She looked at me and gave me a smile. I smiled back. Now she got up and said “now let me see what u have” and she pushed me slowly I knew she want me to lay on the bed so I layed on the bed myself. She removed my pants and then underwear my 7 inch dick already in its hardest position she saw it. I don’t know it surprised her or what but her eyes became so wide I asked her. Me: what happen? Ayesha: it’s so beautiful big, thick and nicely shaped ……….the best I ever saw I doubt if my pussy will be able to handle it. Me: best u ever saw? How many u saw yet? Ayesha: two ur and jahid’s his dick was not this much bigger it was almost half then ur and not thick as u have and he had a cut on his dick that looks really ugly infect he use to force me to suck it coz his dick because his dick use to take too much time to get hard and ur is hard already. Me: jahid forced u for blowjob? That sux I guess u don’t like it so no worry if u don’t feel comfortable don’t suck mine. “smile” Ayesha was still looking at my dick she said “no it’s looking so cute I want to take it in my mouth I want to see how it’s different the jahid’s it was only jahids dick which taste so bad or all dicks taste rubbish.” Me: sure? Ayesha: yes She moved her mouth near my dick I knew what was going to happen I never had even someone’s hand on my dick before and now the girl of my dreams were going to put her lips, mouth on it…..it was making my dick even harder. She took my dick in her mouth and start sucking it slowly. I can’t explain how good that feeling was, her mouth was so warm I could feel her tongue licking tip of my dick. She put my dick out of her mouth and start looking it again. Me: what happen? It’s same as jahids? Ayesha: no it’s much better I enjoyed it. And again she took it in her mouth and start sucking it I closed my eyes and start enjoying her warm mouth. She sucked it for about 10 min. and then put it out. She looking at me and said Ayesha: it felt so good but my mouth hurts now. Me: oh sorry. Ayesha: why r u sorry u didn’t forced me I enjoyed that but now I am ready to move forward I can’t take this anymore I am so horney now. Me: move forward what do u mean? I knew what she mean but I wanted to know what will she say. Ayesha: are u ready to make me ur forever? Me: yes I am. Ayesha: then just lay as u r. Then she stand up on bed. She stepped her one leg over my body and now I am between her legs. She set near my dick. I knew what she was going to do. She grabbed my dick in her right hand and point it’s tip on the door of her lovehole. Ayesha: I think it’s too big for this position but coz my pussy is open it should go in it somehow. She start trying to sit on my dick pointing her pussy. This was the first time my dick ever touch a pussy it went 10% in her pussy but then slid out it happen several times. She stand up and said “ I think it won’t work we will have to try something else. I got up and she layed on the bed she folded her legs and spread them now her pussy was open I layed on her I aimed my dick on her pussy and pushed. With a single push my dick goes little in her pussy she moaned and said “push again” I pushed again and this time half of my dick was inside in her pussy she almost screamed. Me: u ok? “I could easily see pain on her face” Ayesha: it’s too big I am feeling like I am a virgin. Me: u want me to take it out if u feeling too much pain? Ayesha: no keep going on today no pain can stop me to make u mine. Push it in I pushed again and my dick was inside her pussy. It was so tight she was right I also felt like she was still a virgin coz her pussy hold my dick so tight. My dick was totally inside her pussy. It was so warm and wet. I was feeling so happy coz this was the moment when I was inside my best friend. Now we became one. But ayesha was feeling so much pain I could see it on her face became so red like all her blood came in her face her body was white as much it wasn’t few min. ago. Me: Ayesha r u ok? I really feel we should stop seems like its not usual pain. Ayesha: no don’t stop it will be ok soon. To reduce her pain I start kissing her again and start moving my dick in and out. She was right in next few min. her pain became pleasure and screams became moans now I was fucking her so fast our body were now with full of sweat. Her arms were on my around back and legs were on my hips I was fucking her with my full capacity I was enjoying it too much and finally after about 25 min. I was about to reach my destination. I said Me: Ayesha I am about to cum. Ayesha: me too. Me: let me take it out. Ayesha: no do it inside. I became even faster with those words and finally I came deep inside her womb about 3 to 5 shots of cum inside her pussy and we both were done. I was still on her my dick now getting loose I moved up and lay next to her she was still breathing fast but it became normal in next few seconds. I looked her and asked her if she is ok coz I was worried if she still feeling pain or something like that she looked me and gave me a smile with satisfaction. She kissed me and said “I love you and I was never good like this before.” I smiled back. Then we took shower together and I fucked her again in bathroom. This wasn’t the end it was just the start of my golden time. Now there was nothing privet or secret between us we were one forever. This is half story my friend told me more let me know if you ppl wanna know it.

Emily is sitting in her math class, listening to her teacher. She’s one of the honor kids, in her senior year, and has a very nice body. She’s wearing a short skirt today that shows off her soft, curvy legs, and when she raises her hand her shirt shows off a cute little belly button on a sexy flat stomach. The shirt is form fitting, and hugs her breasts tightly, leaving no need for a bra, and is cut to show just a little of her cleavage. Her face is kind, and while she’s not a virgin, she’s only had sex with just a few devout boyfriends. Half the other kids are asleep, but she watches attentively as the teacher drones on about derivatives, radians, and complex equations. Emily drinks it all in. Something brushes her leg. She reaches down to brush whatever it was off of her but feels nothing, yet she can still feel that something on her leg. She rubs her leg, wondering now what it could be, but the something starts to slowly travel up the inside of her thigh. A thrill runs up Emily’s spine as she now franticly tries to brush whatever the thing is off, but her hand feels like it passes right through it. The girl next to Emily looks across at her. “Are you alright” she asks, watching Emily brush at her leg, now nearly reaching up into her skirt. “Yes,” Emily breaths back, and stops brushing at the thing. Instead, she closes her legs hard together, but squeaks in surprise when her legs are force open by some invisible force. Emily starts to panic, her eyes now franticly searching around the room for help, but she can’t possibly say anything. Helplessly, she places her hand over her neatly trimmed snatch, trying to look casual about it. No one is watching her. She now recognizes the thing as a hand, as it travels up under her short skirt, and drifts right through Emily’s protectively cupped hand, through her panties, and the warm fingers brush the skin around her kitty. Emily gasps, yanking her hand away. Maybe it’s just her imagination, maybe she’s asleep and if she just stays calm everything will be alright. The warm fingers start rubbing her pussy lips, and it can’t help but feel good. Emily tries to sit still as her pussy heats up, puffing out from its neat little slit, the folds now starting to expose themselves and juices starting to run. The hand runs a finger up the spreading slit, and Emily trembles. The fingers find her love button, and now gently massage it, and a low moan escapes Emily, but no one cares or hears. She feels a second hand join the first, and it begins probing her folds. Emily tries to fight her stupid pussy, willing the hands to stop. She’s in the middle of class, and yet about to have an orgasm! Emily knows that if she orgasms, she will be unable to stop herself from screaming, so she puts a pencil in her mouth and bites down on it. Gripping the edges of her desk with her hands, tears start to form in her eyes, but only the girl next to her is awake, and she’s paying attention to the teacher. The teacher herself hasn’t actually faced the class since the bell rang. Then, before Emily has a chance to react, a finger is inserted into her now slick pussy hole, and Emily grits her teeth. She’s going to orgasm soon, she knows it, the pleasure from her pussy washing over her, blowing her mind. The finger is moving in and out now as the other hand continues playing with her clit. It’s too much, and Emily’s first orgasm of the evening hits her hard. She nearly breaks the pencil in two, as she grips the desk so hard that her knuckles turn white, and the invisible hands hold tight onto her legs. It’s not over yet though, and now invisible mouths attach themselves to Emily’s now erect nipples. She feels as though she’s naked, and as she looks down at herself she realizes that her cloths are gone. The mouths that have attached to her nipples aren’t human, however. They feel more like horses. Then, to her surprise, milk starts gushing out of her breasts as the two horses feed from her. Staring wildly around the room, she tries to cover herself, but as she tries to get up (unsuccessfully) she comes to the realization that no one’s moving. The teacher is frozen in the middle of writing out a five. Looking quickly around, she suddenly sees the bodies attached to the hands that continue to stimulate her and finger fuck her, and now she can’t help but scream. She screams right in the face of little blue men, with large black eyes and delicate hands. Their heads seem a little too large for their bodies, and none of them are wearing any cloths that Emily can see. Looking to her side, she see’s two baby foals suckling hungrily at her teats, and beyond them another alien, this one with something like a clipboard in his/her hands. He/she is watching with intense interest as the other aliens stimulate her to new heights, and Emily feels a second orgasm building up, and so soon after her first. She had never had the stamina or will herself to give herself a second orgasm before, and now Emily gives in, arching her crotch into the probing hands, and starts begging the aliens to go deeper. The alien with the clipboard makes a note, then walks over to Emily holding a large hypodermic needle filled with a thick brown liquid. Pain erupts from Emily’s butt as the needle is plunged deep, and the gel-like liquid injected. Emily’s entire body seems to heat up immediately after the needle is removed, and Emily feels her breasts start to change. They’re swelling up, and now giving much more milk to the two foals, who still are suckling hungrily, and the milk seems to be thickening too. Then the hands at her pussy withdraw, and Emily cries out in frustration. She had been just about to cum again. Looking down at her breasts, Emily sees them starting to darken, and her entire body is turning a shade of brown. Even as she watches, Emily can see her skin darkening, and realizes in a split second that it’s not her skin color that is changing, but instead hair is growing all over her body. Short brown hair is covering her body, and Emily is incredibly turned on by it. Looking back up Emily is startled to see another alien entering the classroom, this one leading a large, handsome horse. The horse’s tail swishes as he clops up to her desk. Strong hands pick Emily up and lay her flat on her back on a table that has appeared out of nowhere in the aisle, the foals breaking off from her breasts, and her arms and legs are held down. The horse, no longer being lead by the alien, walks up to her naked form. His nostrils flare as he smells Emily’s pussy juice, and to her horror she sees the horse’s cock begin to slide out of it’s sheath under his belly. Emily is incredibly randy right now, but not that randy, and she tries to struggle. There is no way that she’s about to let that horse tear up her cunt, and that is definitely the intention of the aliens. The small table is the perfect high and shape for the horse to mate with her. Emily screams again, but the horse ignores her, it’s mind filled with the smell of her ripe pussy. Snorting, the horse puts his nose right up against her pussy lips, then licks them. Emily’s screams turn into a surprises eek of pleasure, and the horse licks her cunt again, this time diving into her hole just a little with the tip of his tongue. Something doesn’t feel right to Emily, and when she cranes her head up to look down at herself she gasps. Her entire body is thick with coarse fur that Emily can now see without a doubt is horse hair, but that’s not what makes her gasp. Her pussy has changed dramatically from the neat little slit that it once was, and is now a wide open hole, winking open and shut as Emily’s pussy clenches and unclenches uncontrollably. Emily’s uncle owned a horse ranch, and Emily knew enough about horses to realize that she had a horse’s vagina. The horse licks Emily’s now sopping wet vagina one more time, and Emily sees that his shaft has reached full mast already, and is pointing at her like a javelin. The aliens now walk the horse forward, whom is now jumping a little and humping the air with excitement, his dick bouncing with every movement. With him now standing over Emily, the Alien with the clip board reaches down, grabs the quivering member, and positions it at the entrance to Emily’s pussy. The second the horse feels his head make contact with Emily’s pussy, he jumps forward and rams his enormous dick a full six inches into Emily with one thrust. Emily’s mind explodes with ecstasy, and she is mildly surprised to realize that it hadn’t hurt nearly as much as she had thought it would. The cock is huge, but her pussy was no longer the tight little thing it once was. She doesn’t have time to even say one word, which was fuck, before the horse is rapidly plowing deep into her pussy, bottoming out fourteen inches into her and hitting her cervix, causing the table to scoot, then drawing nearly all the way out and slamming back in so fast that Emily’s mind is completely blotted out by the sensations coming from her pussy. The horse, frustrated that he can’t get all three feet of his member into Emily’s pussy, fucks hard and quick, his member resembling a baseball bat being force into Emily like a pneumatic piston. Emily finds her voice and screams in mind blowing unearthly pleasure, shouting “YES!” to the heavens. A nod from the head alien with the clipboard causes the aliens to release Emily, and she flings her hands up to hug the huge animals belly as he fucks her out of her mind. Emily orgasms, but this time the orgasm seems to keep going and going, her cunt clenching on his cock and sending her body into thrill after thrill of intense pleasure. Nearly ten seconds after Emily had begun to orgasm, the horse starts to stiffen, and drives his penis as deep into Emily as is possible. Immediately Emily feels the horses cum travel up his dick, expanding it, then explode like a gushing stream of molten lava inside of her. Emily feels her pussy fill with what seems like nearly half a gallon of cum as the horse’s dick pumps into her, the cum so hot that it almost burns her insides. She can’t possibly retain it all, and cum flows out from between their joined sexes and onto the table and floor. Both Emily and the horse stand there for what seems like minutes, when Emily slowly becomes aware of loud babble around her. Looking up she sees that the aliens are gone, but more importantly everyone in the classroom is looking at her. “Oh my God! Is that a horse” “Emily’s fucking a horse!!!” “Is that Emily What happened to her!” “Where’d that horse come from” The horse steps back from being on top of Emily and his dick slides out of her, falling to point at the floor. Emily gets off the table quickly, and immediately the two foals, who Emily now guesses are maybe only a few days old, both grab hold of her breasts and resume suckling. Emily’s pussy is dribbling thick, steaming horse cum onto the floor, and Emily is aware of a tail sticking out from behind her, flicking across her legs. Laughter rings out in the classroom, and Emily tries to cover herself, looking for her cloths. Finding none, she tries to shove the horses away from her breasts, but they whinny so sadly and look so hungry that Emily quits, and instead covers her pussy instead, then runs from the classroom, the foals running awkwardly after her. Out in the halls, Emily runs out of the school, the foals filing through the door after her, and she runs as fast as she can to her home, which is luckily only a block away. The horses, though only a few days old, easily keep pace with Emily, and follow her inside of her home. Her mom is not there, and she sits down onto a kitchen chair and cries. The two foals catch up to her, and immediately resume nursing, and Emily lets out a surprised gasp of pleasure as the pressure that had been building and swelling her breasts now is finally beginning to be drained in earnest. She lets the foals suckle and waits for her mom to get home, not even bothering to put cloths on. Her mom get’s home early, only to find Emily eating cereal with a baby horse suckling noisily at her teat at the same time. While Emily had waited, her ears had migrated to the top of her head and now were the exact same as horses ears, sticking out of her hair. The other foal was wandering around the kitchen, never straying to far from Emily. Emily is immediately rushed to the hospital, but in the middle of the night, when her mom had fallen asleep, Emily takes her mom’s keys from her purse and drives home. There she finds the foals crying out in the backyard, and they whinny in pleasure when they see Emily, rushing up to nurse from her as if they were starving, which they were.Emily has been in a kind of stupor all day, and the changes to her body have created such a shock on her mind that she has been walking around as if in a dream ever since she had sat down at her kitchen table. Emily wakes up the next morning to the gentle tug of her foal nursing, but is surprised to find herself already standing up. Blinking sleep from her eyes, she lifts her leg up, and looks down, only to jump up in surprise, dislodging her foal painfully. From the waist down, she’s 100% a horse, and now she realizes that while one of her foals is suckling from her breasts, the other is suckling from just under and behind her hind leg. Emily decides that she doesn’t give a crap, and walks into her house. Once inside she makes herself a bowl of cereal, and eats while her foals, she thinks of them as hers now, continue to suckle, the one that had been sucking her chest now going to the other, more accessible teat under her hind leg, joining the other foal. Emily’s hooves clop noisily on the tile floor, and Emily finds that she’s actually hungry enough to eat seven bowls of cereal, and does. When both Emily and the foals are finished with breakfast, she walks over to a mirror, the foals in tow, and the sight of herself in the mirror finally brings her to her senses like nothing else had in the past twenty four hours. She’s the picture of a centaur, with a powerful, sleek horses body and her own human torso. She’s learned enough in horses to see that she is in peek condition, and built like a thorough bred. She swishes her tail, and the tail in the mirror swishes too. She’s got a shirt on now, and it’s form fitted over her still perky milk laden breasts, but her jeans that she had on last night are gone. She feels oddly free to feel so naked from the waste down. After brushing her hair, smiling at herself in the mirror, she heads outside to check the mail and is hit in the neck by something, then everything goes dark. She wakes up in a small room, laying on her side. Her head explodes in pain as the headache of a century hits her like broken glass inside her skull. A pool of vomit next to her shows that she hadn’t been able to hold down her wheaties, and the sight of it causes her stomach to tumble once more and she heaves onto the hard tile floor. Looking up, she sees the two foals also on their sides, both asleep and breathing heavily. Emily struggles to get up, but the tile is too slippery and her sense of balance too off for her to get up, so she just lies there. She hears a door open, and a tall, handsome man in a dark, black suit walks in through the heavy steel door set into one side of the room. Emily sees that there’s no handle on this side. “What do you want you asshole.” Says Emily, slurring a bit. Still, she is already feeling a bit better, and attempts to stand up once more. After a little clumsy slipping, she makes it and is surprised to see that she towers over the big man, her head nearly brushing the high ceiling. “Where’s my mom” “She’s under questioning. As for you, we just want to know who and what you are.” “You didn’t have to drug me like that.” Emily is now putting her words together better now, and no longer slurring. She sounds more and more like the honors student she is as she continues. “Why are you holding me here Can you fix me, make me human again You have no right to hold me here unless I did something illegal.” “Horses have no rights.” The mans eye’s betray no emotion as he says this. “And while I doubt that you were once human, I know that there is nothing in the world that could, uh, ‘make you human again.’ Humans don’t have that kind of technology yet.” “But I was human, I was in the middle of Math when these freaky little blue dudes appeared. They stopped time, stuck me with a needle, and…” Emily now starts to blush as she recalls how the horse had fucked her and how she had loved it. “Anyway I started turning into a horse! You have to believe me!” “I don’t have to believe anything.” Says the man calmly, his eyes cold with distrust and suspicion. Right then, however, it appears as if the man is struggling with the air. His hands are held out to his sides, and his legs planted firmly to the ground as he works his shoulders and twists as if to escape invisible bonds. “What the! Code Red!!! Code Red!!!” The man is now flailing uselessly, and an alarm begins to wail. The steel door is flung open, but the man who is racing through it suddenly freezes in mid stride. Emily looks back to see the man still struggling, but he is completely naked. Now they can both see the little blue men. The one with a clipboard is there as well, and winks at Emily as he/she pulls out yet another syringe filled with the same brown jelly. She sticks it into the mans buttocks, and he grits his teeth as the plunger goes down. For reasons unknown to Emily, the changes to him are immediate and sudden, and begin in his crotch. Dark brown fur spreads like a wave from his crotch, traveling across his body. His penis seems to switch direction as it thickens, and his skin stretches up to cover the entire member. His ball sack turns black and becomes much larger. Emily, watching this, is incredibly turned on. Her pussy is already slick with her own juices from watching, and the man isn’t even done with his transformation. The changes speed up, and in a matter of minutes the man is a second centaur. The little men let go of him, and he jumps up, looking at himself in astonishment. The alien with the clipboard appears to raise an eyebrow at Emily, and she somehow knows that the alien is asking if she wants to have sex. Without even thinking, her pussy dribbling and winking, she nods her head. The aliens grab hold of the man, and one of them reaches down to softly stroke his now enormous horse penis. Another gently turns Emily around, and the man is lead to stand right behind her. “What the hell is going on!” he cries as his face twitches from the aliens touch, and his member slowly slides out of its sheath of skin, hardening under the attentions of the aliens. His face is full of fear, but his is still a man, and part of his mind wants this. The horse that is now part of him smells the pheromones on Emily’s pussy signifying him that she’s in heat, and the man feels his loins throb. Emily widens her base as the man is forced to rear up, then his weight comes down onto Emily’s back. The man is single, and on top of that hasn’t been laid in months. When he feels his bouncing penis touch Emily’s hot sex hole, he looses all previous control over his sex drive, and the aliens let go of him as he jumps forward and his penis hits home out of pure luck. In three quick successive jumps, the base of his crotch hits Emily flush, and this entire member spreads Emily wide and deep. The man’s chest now rests on Emily’s back, and he reaches around her to grab her tits and fondle them. With little hopping motions, the man rams his entire member in and out of Emily, nearly coming out of her when he draws back. They are both screaming their pleasure out, and making sex noises. Neither of them had ever had sex this good, Emily can’t believe that a penis that big is completely inside of her, and the man can’t believe that he has this big of a penis. It feels like their love making goes on forever, all sense of time is distorted between them. Then, Emily feels the man start to orgasm, his dick swelling as cum travels up it, and that sends her over the edge. Her cunt grips his dick just as the cum starts to stream into her, the heat of his seed is unbelievable. There seems to be no end to his spunk, as one thick stream after another fills Emily’s vagina, pooling in the back of her hole. Some of it dribbles past their joined sexes, splattering onto the clean floor and steaming. The man lays there on Emily’s back, holding her, spent, and Emily wearily supports him.

I sat down to write a part two of this story and was gonna start off with a recap of what happened last time from dad's perspective, but it kinda took over and well, this is what came out... Hope you enjoy, I still plan on writing more chapters soon so stay tuned. So I had just gotten out of work and planned on heading home after yet another long day of working two jobs. I probably didn't need to keep the second job after all this time, but it helped when unexpected bills came up and when we wanted to buy something or go on a short getaway. After my evening shift some of my co-workers were hanging out for a little while after work having a few drinks and asked me to join them. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but usually I would just decline and head on my way. Tonight I knew that my wife was out having fun with her friends and I thought that she told me our daughter was going to be staying the night at a friends house anyway, so I decided to accept the offer and cracked one open with them in the parking lot. As a couple of the guys were starting there beers they were getting in and out of there cars and getting out of there work clothes to some extent, as I did as well. Some were getting dressed to go out after work and other, like myself, were just getting a little more comfortable for the ride home. One of the guys came back to the circle with a joint between his lips. This wasn't an unusual occurrence I suppose, but I didn't usually hang around after work, so it took me a little by surprise. What shocked me even more is when they started passing it around and offered it to me. I had smoked plenty of weed back in my prime, but it had been years since I had even really thought about it. My wife was always very anti-drug so I pretty much steered clear of it just to make things smoother at home. 'What the hell' I thought and took a good deep hit off the joint and passed it on as I started coughing and choking. All the guys started laughing and jeering me that I was an old-timer and couldn't handle a little weed. Boy was it good too, I was good and high off that hit and the beer was starting to relax me a little to at that point. Being a little older I knew when to call it quits and decided to head home after finishing my beer. As I got home I didn't think anyone was home because the house was dark. I knew my wife was still out and I didn't see any light coming from my daughter's room. Having a bit of a buzz and not really wanting to stop right then to shower I decided to grab another beer and head to the office and kill a little time on the computer. I got to the office and noticed a small reading lamp was on, but that still seemed to be the only light on in the house and I concluded that I probably left that on the night before while I was on the computer and forgot to shut it off before going to bed. I sat down at my desk and started logging into the computer and had a few drinks of beer while doing some routine activities. I checked my email and got on Facebook for a little to see what all my social networking friends were up to lately. After a little while of sitting at the computer I started getting really horny. I am generally a pretty sexual guy, my wife and I have a pretty healthy sex life and I still masturbate from time to time, but I guess the weed was making me even more in the mood because I was really feeling kinda raunchy and wanted some release. I took another drink of beer and went looking for a good porn site. I had a couple that I liked and found one that seemed to hit the spot. I looked at a few of the videos on the sites homepage and mindlessly started rubbing my growing erection through my pants then I found a particularly naughty one that seemed to hit my metaphorical g-spot. A nice story about a father coming home from work and finding his daughter masturbating and deciding to join in. I had often read and enjoyed these stories because of there taboo and risque nature and maybe a little because I had a hot little teenage girl running around the house in little more than underwear and a t-shirt or bra. I started the video, took another long swig of beer which finished it off and leaned back to enjoy the show while stroking my now rock hard cock. I must have been high because not only was I imagining it was me doing all those things in the video to my daughter I could have sworn I heard her moaning as I was imagining it too. The male 'dad' in the video had his 'daughter' bent over the back of a couch and was pounding deep into her wet snatch and I was wondering what my own teen daughter's sweet little pussy looked like now. I imagined it to be smooth and hairless as I plummeted into her from behind and I could swear I heard her moaning and grunting as I imagined myself roughly fucking her tight little twat raw. I was so horny and wanted to cum so bad that my balls started aching. Just then in the video the dad pulled out and spun his daughter around and unloaded his massive wad onto her awaiting face and tits saying "that's it, take your daddy's cum, ugghh..." I couldn't hold back anymore, nor did I want to, so instead of running off to the bathroom or grabbing a tissue I just let the cum flow. I climaxed and shot my sperm under the desk, but as I came my leg jerked and hit something I didn't expect or recognize. Suddenly I looked down to see my hot little teen daughter completely naked under the desk with a brush shoved up her cunt and my jizz shooting all over her face. I froze. I had no idea what to do. I was stuck somewhere between 'HOLY SHIT WHAT DID I JUST DO!?!' and 'OH sweet jesus put suck my dick baby girl!!!' and before I could even think both thoughts she engorged her mouth around my cock and sucked the last few drops of cum up while apparently moaning through her own orgasm.

Royal High Hill Boarding School. A typical boarding school where the rich and famous of rural England, send their sons to receive a top education from the finest teachers in the country. But there’s one particular boy who takes pleasure of the fact that there is a whole house full of boys, sleeping over, with no other cure to their sexual desires. This one boy is slowly wreaking a new face over High Hill School, committing sexual acts of unbelievable nature to fulfil his fantasies... Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh boy this will be fun! The school’s rather strict here, as it runs on a “One strike and your out” policy so punishments are frequently given out. And although these guys are the offspring of snobby prats like my parents, they’re fucking hot!! This one guy in my Psychology lessons had me practically wanking under the table he was so gorgeous! He had features that were so cute and his smiles were perfectly white they made me shiver. The register was called and his name was revealed to me. Kyle Haynes. Target identified for my first pull! Prepare for the ride of your life Mr. Haynes! I started it off playing easy and working my way up. At the lunch break I sat next to him and started getting to know him. I’d done this sort of thing millions of times before, I’d had good practise! “Hey!” start off slowly obviously “Hey...” he seemed nervous at my new approach “You having a good day?” casual question for such un-casual desires... “Yeah, it’s been alright. You were in my psychology class weren’t you? You’re the new guy?” “Yep, that’s me! You noticed me then.” “Mmm...” There was a shifty pause as we’d both reached a dead end. This gave me chance to at least admire him. He was a medium sized boy with an odd complexion. The short brown hair on his head was tinted with blonde streaks. He had shoulders as broad as a grown man’s; you could really tell he worked out. He was so shy for such a good-looking boy, his face had hardly diverted from his plate below him. All he needed was someone to look up to... “So...what’ve you got next then?” I asked randomly. Still not getting anywhere fast though “I’ve got PE all afternoon” “Boy...that must be...interesting...”the thought of 20-odd boys getting sweaty in changing rooms suddenly distracted me. But little did I know that he’d noticed my sign. “You’re telling me, the guys in that changing room hardly let me look at anything. They’d blindfold me if they could” He’d finally looked me in the face, and I could see in his bright blue eyes the truth in him. “Oh so you’re...” “Gay? You haven’t heard yet? I’m sure they would have spread it to you too” “Well that makes two of us” I said innocently. I restarted spooning at my soup until I realised that he was looking at me. I turned back to him and he was grinning wildly, his eyes glowing with excitement. I returned his stare and little did we realise that we were being watched, and a murmur of excitement arose in the lunch hall. When we both realised we were the centre of attention, the gazing broke to shifty digging into our foods. Not that I was embarrassed or anything. It’s not their problem, it’s mine, and it’s fucking worth the attention. The afternoon droned on as I had to sit through a dull Japanese lecture. Fortunately I was sitting next to a window with a clear view of the field. It was hot, and not just the weather. Kyle was gorgeous in those tight crotch-hugging shorts of his. His pecks were bursting out of his Lycra top, he must have been as fit as hell, and he was! He was fucking fast running down the length of that football field. The wind blew up his top and I got a brief glimpse of a six-pack that I wouldn’t have even dreamed about, it was so toned I go see the definitions in each muscle from my seat! I was actually sad when we the lecture was over as I couldn’t watch him go through his vigorous training routines. I had to get that boy to sleep with me, I wanted him too badly now. The lessons ended at 5 and we all retired to do our hobbies. Kyle, being the quiet lad he is, kept a shy profile, which I found quite cute. He was sitting on his own in the bustle of the house lounge. I went and sat next to him on the sofa and started going in for the kill. “Hello again” “Oh, hi” “I saw you out doing your football earlier” “Did you? Oh dear...” This seemed to embarrass him, interesting... “Oh dear? What do you mean? It wasn’t oh dear, it was fucking awesome! You really can run you know!” “I know, it’s all to do with my dad being a professional football coach. He’d force me to do training every day.” “Seems to have paid off though” “Yeah, but I just find it tedious how everyone’s nowhere near as good as I am and yet they still pick on me.” “They what?!” “The guys in the changing room saw our...staring at lunch. They started picking on my sexuality. I couldn’t do anything about them, I just took it. I always have and I can’t seem to stop it.” With that he started to break slowly into tears. I couldn’t help but feel so sorry for this guy. I thought I had it bad, but he had it worse. I hugged him softly, and he started to ease off. I looked round cautiously to make sure none of the other football hunks were watching. “I guess it’s not so bad for you though.” He said once he’d regained his feelings. “You’re able to pull a guy just by looking at them. I’m just too shy to do anything.” “Don’t say that! You are capable of so much, I can see it in your beautiful blue eyes, you can do so much, but you’re just unaware of your amazing talents.” “But what are they? I don’t want to follow my irritating father into stupid football? Where else could I possibly have such “talents” as you say?” “Well...” my arm that was still around him moved down and rested onto his firm chest. His eyes glistened just like they did at lunch. I winked as if to say “you like that?” and moved slowly down until it reached the tight fitting trousers he was wearing. His eyes looked deep into mine and I knew he liked what I was doing. I was unlocking his inner talents. “I could always show you.” I beckoned as I got up from the sofa and wandered off to my room. I was surprised is got quite vacant in the lounge as we were barely noticed At first I was worried Kyle would even follow me, but sure enough he was chasing me down a few steps behind me. He’d been woken and he’d seen a new side of life, and that side was me! When I had to pause from running to open the door, he grabbed me by the waist, spun me round and supplanted a hot kiss right down my throat. My expectations were fulfilled; he kissed as good as he looked! He rammed his tongue into my mouth and our lips danced in a passionate snog. He definitely never felt as alive as this, and I have even unleashed my biggest weapon yet... The door burst open and we fell in a pool of romantic kissing onto the nearest bed in the dorm. We didn’t care whose it was, they wouldn’t notice or care anyway. We definitely didn’t. The dorm was empty so our action was undisturbed. Kyle was really getting into it now, his frantic kissing had moved onto my neck, and he started unbuttoning my shirt. “I told you you’re capable of so much. I just had to unlock it.” “Oh fuck you taste good!” I laughed at his outburst of emotion “See, you want it so bad now don’t you?” “Oh shit yeah...” “Well I’ve not even got started baby, and you’ll enjoy the next bit!” the shirts were on the floor in seconds and our warm bodies collided with each other in such hot fashion. The friction caused us both to moan effortlessly. He ravaged at my body, but I just wanted his firm, hot torso against my lips. I rolled over and pushed him deep into the mattress. It was my turn to play! His body was so well toned and his muscles so well defined. Had to be one of the best I’ve ever had. My lips moved tentatively over his steaming hot torso and down towards the waistline. The gasps got louder the further down I went, until they reached a huge groan when his trousers were thrown across the floor and his throbbing boxers were in my mouth. “Have you ever sucked cock before?” The question threw me a bit. He really was getting into his swing now “A few times yeah” “I bet you’re fucking good!” “I have been told” I placed my cold hands into his warm crotch. He squealed in joy at the sensation. “Go on then, you want it, it’s all yours pretty boy!” I didn’t need asking twice. My mouth played about with the head of his bursting cock and precum was smeared all over my lips. It tasted way better than anyone else I’d sucked off. Kyle was fucking enjoying it too, you should have heard him! “My god, Gabriel, you suck like a little bitch, it feels so fucking good on my dick, do it baby, suck my prick!” he screamed for more “Holy shit you like it like that then do you? Well get ready for this!” I started caressing his asshole and ravaged at his giant cock when he started swearing again! “Oh my God baby, that feels so fucking god! Oh yeah, yeah keep it going babe, I want you so fucking bad you cock sucker!” Christ, he had the hottest fucking mouth I’d ever heard, and it just made me want him even more! My mouth got more hyperactive and his swearing got way too over the top for me so I decided to let him have a little play... “Have you ever sucked cock then Mr. Pottymouth?” “Erm...” Suddenly his macho curses were gone and the shyness was brought back “not really...no” “What do you mean not really?” “Well...does my own count?” My eyes widened in startled amazement. A whole world of questions came up in my head. But my balls were telling me not to ask and just to give him something he wants. “No it doesn’t, let’s see what your first meat tastes like then!” And with that I rammed by crotch in his face. He growled with hunger for my throbbing cock and his mouth was already drooling in combination of saliva and what was left of my own precum. The growl sent my own senses wild and I returned to more relentless blowing. At least my cock would keep him from swearing... With both our mouths overflowing with the sweet taste of cock, we couldn’t help but release huge moans even with our mouths full. Who would want to go that next bit first? Turns out it was me after an age of dick fondling and licking: “You want it harder big boy?” “Like hell I do” he practically begged me to screw him. No sooner had the words escaped his mouth he was already bending over in front of me, his tight ass staring me in the face. He may have wanted my cock deep inside him, but believe me, his ass made me want to do it even more! The experience is the same with every guy I screw, always a huge scream as soon as I make my first squeeze inside. Tonight was no different, but it did come with some added swearage. “Holy fuck, that’s good! Screw me harder you hot buttfucker!” was his first outburst. Part of me wasn’t surprised he was acting in this was as it was his first time, but most thought he’s a horny pottymouthed bitch isn’t he? And he’s fucking hot! As I worked my way in, his moans got louder and the swearing got hotter. In and out a new curse would come out of his mouth along with a torrent of groans. He wanted it to keep going until he said too much for me to handle: “Oh, yeah, you cock sucker, fuck me with your hot dick, this is fucking HOT! Your stuff rod if driving me wild! Oh yes, YES!! Harder you fucking bitch!” It was too much; his mouth was too damned sexy! “Damn you!” I groaned, “Your potty mouth and your fucking hot ass, you screw like a whore! It’s too much; I’m fucking cumming, right now into your hot fucking ass!” With that, I let go releasing a huge load into his tight ass. The warmth surged through us both and we both let out our final huge groans as it reached its finale. My first catch of the school, year, and it was fucking hot as hell! “You’ll be leaking my cum for days!” “You were so fucking hot; I want to do that all the time!” “I don’t have that much cum in me!” “I don’t care; I want you to fuck me every night! You’ve shown a new side of me, and it’s fucking amazing!” “You and your mouth!” I sniggered “You’ve definitely changed tonight, and I wouldn’t want it any other way than you are now!” We clambered into bed, in fits of lustful gasps. We held each other as night drew in, whispering flirtatious charms into each other’s ears. His love for me grew as I had shown him the new side of his being, and in return he’d shown me how much fun this school might be, and also what a pottymouth like him can do to such a horny fucker like me! But, every so often though I had to hide Kyle whenever others came into the room. Didn’t want to be the mockery of the football studs again. Eventually when those straight jerks settled down I caressed the side of Kyle’s face to lull him to sleep. I know it’s a bit soppy but he looks so peaceful lying here next to me right now. So that’s Day One of my little adventures here at High Hill, hopefully this isn’t the first time I’ll be writing to you besides another gorgeous guy. Trust me when I say this, there’s way more to get out of this school. Goodnight Diary!

I wrote this story along time ago. I guess you can call it my fucked up fantasy. If you like it I'll write more. Let me know This story is written from both father and daughters perspective New BELLA Until last year my life was pretty normal. Dad worked. Mum stayed home and me and my sister went to school. We lived in a nice house. All was pretty great. Then when I was 14 my mum died in a car accident. my sister was 6. Dad was a mess. We all were. He started drinking every night when he came home from work. Which he never did when mum was alive. He never became abusive or angry so it was never really a problem. It's been almost a year since mum passed and although he still has his beers after work things are a lot better. Life seems to be getter easier. Every Friday night since before mum passed was our family movie night we still did it now. My sister had fallen asleep on the floor in front of the tv. My dad and me were on the couch. We were watching some family comedy and in this scene the daughter jumped up in her dads knee and he was bouncing her. Dad and I both laughed. Both remembering how I used to do the same thing as well as my sister. I'd throw a tantrum if dad had had enough. "you were a feisty little kid Bella" dad chuckled. I smiled and headed to the fridge for a coke. "grab us another beer will ya love" dad called after me. I grabbed both the coke and beer from the fridge as headed back through to the lounge. I passed dad his beer and leant down to put my coke on the table as I did dad grabbed me under the arms and pulled me into his knee. And started to bounce me. We were both laughing. As I bounced still laughing dads hand rubbed against the side of my boob. I think he noticed cos he quickly moved his hands down then did a really big bounce that nearly sent me flying off his lap. My arms were flailing thinking I was about to hit the floor. Then dads hands gripped on my hips and pulled me back down right onto his lap. We were both laughing pretty hard now. Then I noticed dad was still moving me but instead of bouncing me on his knee he still had my hips and was moving me back and forth on his lap. It was a pretty warm night I had on my little bed shorts and a cami. Through my shorts I could feel something hard rubbing between my legs. "um dad. What are you doing?" I asked quietly not quite understanding what was going on. "shhhh baby" dad whispered back. His hands started to grip harder on my hips. He was pushing me down on his lap now rubbing me back and forth on him. Dads breathing started to come faster and harder. And through my thin shorts and undies I could feel him hard under me. "dad? let me hop up please." I almost pleaded. I didn't understand why he was doing this. Nothing like this had ever happened before. "ok ……hang on……baby……just wait……minute……ah……ah..…. Your such……a…good girl" he panted. I tried to riggle up and off him but harder and faster he went pushing me against him and I wont lie part of my brain was telling me this was starting to feel good but this was my dad. He shouldn't be doing this. I wanted to scream at him to stop but I kept looking at my sister on the floor. I didn't want to wake her I didn't want her to see this. I didn't want this to happen to her. I just sat there quietly for what felt like forever feeling his dick push up and against my pussy which I knew was starting to get a bit wet. I hoped dad didn't noticed. I didn't want him to think this was ok. one final push and he pulled me back on him and just held me tighly moving me softly and slowly back and forth now. I could feel the wetness coming through his shorts and mine own as well. Dads breathing started to slow down and he still wouldn't let go. I though I heard him start to cry. Then he pushed me off and jumped up without making eye contact. And headed out of the lounge. Before he disappeared from view he turned back "can you get your sister into bed please. I think I may have drank a bit to much. Not feeling great. Night" he headed off again adjusting his shorts as he went. I was angry and sad and confused. I went and picked up my sister and carried her to bed. As I layed her down her little nightie came up a bit. She wasn't wearing knickers. She didn't like to for bed But I made a mental note to tell her tomorro she should remember to put them on. I didn't know what was going in with dad but I knew I had to protect Christie. I grabbed some of her knickers from the draw and started to put them in her. I got them just under her bum and was pulling the front up when she rolled over. My hand rubbed along the middle of her fanny. I gasped. Pulled back quickly fixed them. Then went straight to the bathroom to shower. My pussy was still wet and I could still feel dads goo on my short. I jumped in a hot shower washed myself then headed back to my room for bed BILL Lying in bed that night. I felt sick at myself. How had that happened. My daughter for god sake. It was really innocent when I started bouncing her. Then when she started to fall and I pulled her back her crouch rubbed on my cock. I should of stopped then. But after moving her on me a few times I couldn't stop. It felt amazing. All thoughts of her being my daughter vanished. It was all about that feeling. Amazing. Bliss. Then she asked me to stop. How stupid was I to think she wouldn't realize what I was doing. I kept going harder and harder until I felt my cum exploded in my shorts. But worst of all even then I couldn't bring myself o let her go I kept going I kept rubbing until that initial feeling started to fade and I fully realized what I was doing. Then I freaked out. Jumping up so quick I nearly knocked Bella to the floor. Half way down the hall I tenement Christie asleep in the floor. I started to go back to move her when realized she didn't wear underwear to bed. I couldn't trust myself right now. I told Bella to move her and went staright I bed hoping to forget it happened. But lying here now remembering the whole thing my cock was hard again. I pulled my blanket back and started to rub it slowly. Doing everything in my power to not think of Bella. My beautiful Bella. She was nearly 15 and filling out so nice. And ahhhh what is wrong with me. I got up and jumped in a cold shower. After a few minute in there I felt better. I should go apologies to bells. Explain that I didn't mean for it to happen. But really how do you explain this. I had to try I put a towel around me and head towards her room. Her door was open a little like always. She was face down on her bed. Sleeping deeply. Her shorts had ridden up and I could see her mound. Feeling my cock get hard again I knew I had to get out of there. BELLA I woke up next morning and layed in bed for nearly an hour. I didn't want to face dad. Finally knowing I couldn't put it off any longer. I chucked my dressing gown on and padded down stairs. Dad and Christie were up and the table. Dad didn't look at me but mumbled a morning darl. Christie was overly chatty this morning which was fine with me. She climbed up on dads knee to read the comics in the newspaper with him. Which she did everyday. Then when they finished she asked him to bounce her. My head snapped up to look at dad and dad stared directly at me. He bounced her on the end of his knee slowly staring at me the entire time. "faster daddy. Higher daddy." she squealed. "um nah darling I think that's enough. Why don't you go girls go play." dad replied as he put her down and headed out of the kitchen. "c'mon sweetie" I said "let's go. I'll push you on the swing " She smiled and ran outside I headed out after her. While I was pushing Christie on the swings she started asking questions "how come daddy wouldn't bounce me higher" she began " I don't know princess. Maybe he had things he had to get done today" "but he bounced you high last night. And for longer" she pouted. That got my attention. "um how did you know dad was bouncing me last night " I asked not really wanting the answer. "I wasn't asleep. I could see you in the glass at the bottom off the tv. And daddy even gave you a big hug afterwards." she said almost shyly "then you carried me to bed and put knickers on me" That reminded me " yes I did. From now on you need to wear knickers sweetie your getting bigger and big girls were knickers. BILL sitting back in my room again I couldn't get the look on Bella's face out of my head. Christie had already told me that morning that she was watching me bounce Bella on my knee the night before. I didn't know what to say. We were just playing I told her. The fact was I still couldn't believe I had done it but I couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt either. I had been in my room over an hour. Christie had a play date today and I had heard Rachel come pick her up 10 or so minutes ago. Which got me thinking about how it was just me and Bella in the house. Which in turn made my dick hard so I fighting every urge to not touch it and will it away. She is my daughter. I can never let that happen again. Then another part of my brain piped up. It's not like I actually had sex with my daughter. Technically I hadn't done anything illegal. Really at 14 no matter how close to 15 she was she shouldn't have really known what it was. I knew I was grasping at straws now. But what if she Started asking questions. I knew these excuses weren't going to sound as good as they did in my head if I had to say them out loud. I looked out my window. Bella was pulling off her sundress and hoping in the spa. In bikinis that girl looked like a women. Without thinking my hand went to my cock and I started to stroke it watching her get comfortable and relax in there. Once I blew my load everywhere might I add I started thinking again. As long as I never actually touched her naked body what harm could I do. It's not like I'm going to let anything happen again but just in case. I headed back down stairs. Opened the fridge knocked back 3 beers quickly then cracked a forth and headed outside with it towards the spa. Bella had her arms resting on the side of the spa her head on them and her eyes closed. I stripped off my tshirt and slid in the other side of the spa. She hadn't noticed me. So I sat there watching her. After I minute or so I realized her knees were up on the ledge where you sit she was facing out of the spa. I moved around careful not to let her know I was there. Until I was almost right next to her. Then I looked down into the water trying to work out why she was sitting like that. Her knees were spread apart and her tummy was almost up against the wall of the spa. That can't be right I thought to myself. That'd mean the jet was hitting her in the … oh now I got it. She had her pussy up against the jet. If I watched carefully I could see her moving up and down a little bit. I watched for a fair while before i noticed my hand was once again on my rock hard cock. Stroking softly watching. I finished my beer which had completely gone to me head and stood up careful not to disturb her I moved in behind her and just let the end of my hard cock which wax out of my shorts push into the back off her bikini bottoms. But with what she was doing as well as the spa she didn't feel it. So I pushed I little harder. Still nothing. One more I thought but as I pushed she must have started to cum herself cos she bucked back away from the jet causing my cock to slid in between her legs pushing right up into her pussy and her hand as she was still under her bikini bottoms to the side where the jet has been pleasuring her a moment ago. She gasped and started to try and fix it and turn around. That part of my brain that had been causing the problems took over and I pushed her hand away and grabbed the bikini bottoms myself reefing then back to the side. I put my other had on the top of her legs and started pumping into her. The jets had turned off by now and I could see her looking down into the water at my cock pushing through to the front of her legs every time I pushed in. Bella tightened her legs as much as see could to stop me but it only made it feel better. Like I was fucking a real virgin pussy not just pounding the gap. She was yelling at me now "DAD NO. DAD STOP." I couldn't speaking I just kept going. Faster and faster. But she was getting louder and louder. I pushed the bottom for the jets hoping it would drown out the noise. As they started up I felt her stiffin. Ha I thought the jet is still pointing in the same place. She started to buck like crazy making it feel better still. "DAAAAAADDDDD STOP oh STOP Oh oh oooooo PLEASE. SO WRONG." I could just hear her over the jet. Now at this moment I don't know what happened. But I leant in real close to her ear and moved my hand to her slit rubbing from hole to clit. She was so wet even in the water I could feel that. "your very wet Bella baby. Doesn't seem like you want me to stop" I stated rubbing her clit fast. Stood up more pulling her legs back towards me and thrust her even closer to the jet. She bucked around like crazy I don'tknow if she was trying to get md off her or get herself off but it felt amazing "oh yea baby… keep doing that for daddy. Such I good girl for daddy. Mmmmmmmm" I didn't let up my grip on he'd and just kept pumping that gap and rubbing circles hard and fast around her pussy. She let out the sexiest moan I've heard in my life and collapsed no longer fighting me. I still had a bit to go so I moved my fingers from her clip and both hands gripped onto those hips. As I pumped harder and harder I heard he'd start to cry. That was when I brain went FUCK WHAT HAVE I DONE AGAIN but the cum started to flow and the poor Bella princess was forced to feel me doing this to her again. When I'd finished and lent back. Bella still didn't move. After a few minutes she lifted her red puffy eyes up to meet mine and quietly asked if she could please go to her room now. I tried to sound as much like a living dad as I could knowing that if she didn't hate me after last night she dd now. "yea baby of course. And Bella" she turned back " I'm um sorry " She shook her head softly and started to cry again. She stood up out of the spa and fixed her bikinis bottoms but now before I seen her pussy. BELLA Once inside I ran to my room. As soon as the door closed I started crying again. Not only because of what dad had done which was still so wrong confusing but because this time I really enjoyed it and I felt stupid for doing tha in the spa when I knew he was somewhere in the house. I hadn't meant to do it but as I at into the spa I felt the jet pass over my pussy. I moved it back. It felt great. But still I wanted a boyfriend to rub me like that not my dad. So I was angrier at him even more. First for doing it and secondly for making me enjoy something that wasn't right. I heard the back door close. Then the fridge open. Then I counted 6 beers being opened in the next few minutes. He must have been sculling them. The the fridge closed and I heard him walking towards me room. I jumped under my blankets still in my bikinis still wet and pretended to be asleep hoping he was infact going to continue past my room to his own. But he paused outside my door and knocked softy. I didn't answer. Didn't even open my eyes. I couldn't look at him right now let alone talk to him. "Bella" he began walking towards my bed. I didnt answer just kept pretending to sleep. I felt the bed move as he sat on the edge. I didn't move at all. He reached up and stroked the side of my face. I was afraid to breathe. "Bella baby I'm so so sorry. I don't know what happened last night or today. More so today. I'm so sorry baby." I felt like I was going to cry but I couldn't let him know I was awake. "it's just I've been so lonely since your mum and your becoming such a beautiful young lady and when u were ony knee I got abit carried away. And well u know I'm sorry and today in the spa. Well that was kinda your fault too. " I wanted to yell at him then but I kept still just listening "you have no idea baby how that looked. I do understand the young girls might do those things but maybe you should have waited until you were alone." he was rubbing down my arm as he spoke now. I was still acting asleep. "It was amazing to watch princess. Don't get me wrong but do u see how what happened after was really your own fault. Seemed to me you may have wanted it a bit really" I couldn't believe this man. How could he say that. He thought i was asleep why was he still in here talking. His hand moved from my arm and I felt a shift in the bed. I though he was leaving. I kept my eyes closed. Waiting to hear his retreat before I opened them. But after he stood all he did was pull my blankets back to just below my pussy and sit back down. His words were slurring abit more now. Moving his handing to much stomach he rubbed up until his fingers would graze the bottom on my boobs then down to the top of my bikini bottoms. "you see baby. You flash this body around then do things like that to your pussy in the spa. How do you expect daddy to react" He pulled my bikini top up so it was under my neck and my tits were on show. I wanted to scream. But now I was frozen. Part scared part thrilled. Rubbing my nipples between his fingers he continued. "wow baby look at these perky boobies. You must have been very tired." His hand didn't move from my tit but his other hand trailed down my tummy towards my sides where the bikinis bottoms tied up. He pulled one loose then the other then pulled them out. I heard them land on the floor on the other side of my room. "oh baby girl look at the sexy fuck hole." I had never heard my dad say anything like that before. It shocked me. I felt his finger trail in between my pussy lips. "and my baby is wet for daddy too. Mmmm baby you smell so good. I felt him breathe in close to my pussy. It excited me and disgusted me at the same time. "can daddy give his baby a little kiss" I tensed then felt his lips brush against my pussy lips. "and you taste soooo good. " Now I was dripping wet. Still I wanted this to stop. He quickly sat up and pulled the blankets back up. Then started to shake me. "wake up baby. Wake up" I didnt know what to do. I oils pretend to wake up maybe he would just say sorry and leave. I slowly started to open my eyes acting all groggy. Like I had in fact been sleeping. "oh dad. Um sorry I fell asleep." he just started r a long time. BILL I was drunk I could admit that. My brain telling me to pull up the blanket and wake her do she could get dressed. Don't ask me why but I started to try and shake her awake. "wake up baby. Wake up" Her eyes started open she looked groggy and half asleep. Last minute I relized I had left her top around her neck and he bottoms off completely. Shit I though to myself. "oh dad" she started "sorry I fell asleep" She didn't seem surprised about her batters being how they were. I didn't know where I was going with this but suddenly I felt angry and couldn't control the words tumbling out of my mouth "what exactly do u think you were doing in the spa young lady." Now she looked shocked but I think I was to. I didn't understand the anger I was feeling and deep down I knew it was me who had done the wrong thing in the spa. "um I um I dunno daddy I just… but you um well you" she was stumbling over her words now not knowing what to say. I ripped the blanket back as shoved my fingers into her pussy and grabbed a it "your all wet like a little slut Bella. Sluttly Bella. Is that what you are?" I all but screamed at her while grabbing at her pussy quite aggressively. "no dad I… dad stop… dad that hurts" She was crying. But I couldn't care at the moment. I just couldn't stop myself "think you can do it better do ya? Well do ya slut?" I grabbed her hand and shoved it onto her pussy where mind had been. "well c'mon slut show your daddy how it's done" She tried pulling it away but I pushed her finger between her lips and rubbed it hard against her. The harder she tried to pull away the harder I pushed it in. "dad why are you doing this, stop please daddy stop" She hadn't called me daddy in years. That should have been the point I walked away. Waking up to myself but instead it had the opposite reaction. I wanted her more. Hearing her say daddy made me want to pound that pussy. I pushed my knee between her legs forcing them open wider. She fought it but I was bigger and stronger that her. I still had her own hand going wild on the pussy so I moved my thumb to her clot and rubbed. She never let up crying or asking me to stop but I did hear a moan or two in there as well. Her pussy was dripping wet now and I decided to try a finger up her. As soo as I pushed it in she screamed "oh so my little slut is a virgin after all is she" I laughed and pushed harder further inside her. I kept going in and out in and out until I realized she was now pushing into it. Her eyes were closed and I no longer needed to force her hand. She was rubbing her pussy herself

Being a roving security officer I see some odd things. I have seen interesting types of vehicles in the parking lot, odd choices in clothes and strange people. Sometimes the people aren’t odd but what they are doing is. This past Saturday evening around ten o’clock I was patrolling my parking lots as usual when a man flagged me down to let me know about a person asking for money in the parking lot next door. He gave me a description of the beggar and I knew who it was. I had chased her of the lot the before. She was a young blond, maybe 20-25. She was fairly small, maybe 5’1” and around 90 pounds or so and very cute and very mouthy. I told the man thank you for letting me know and went to find the mouthy little shit. After cruising the parking lot for awhile I saw her walking by the pet store on the edge of the property. I rolled up alongside her and told her to stop. “Fuck you, rent-a-cop!” and kept walking. Now I’m pretty laid back about my job, but I hate being called that! I pulled up a little bit and got out of the car and got right in front of her so she either had to go around me or stop. I gotta say the little bitch was brave. She got right up to me and stared up into my face (I stand 6’1”). “What you gonna do you wanna be cop?” I just slapped her across the face and she had a look of total shock in her eyes. “I told you last time to stay off this property or you would regret it!” “You hit me! I’m gonna sue your ass!” I just spun her around and shoved her against the patrol car and told her “Shut up if you know what’s good for you.” I grabbed her arms and put the cuffs on her and put her in the back seat. Now my shift was officially over but I decided to take care of this girl once and for all! I drove back behind the stores where it’s nice and dark. I parked the car and pulled her out and shoved her towards the wall. She had been sniffling and crying in the back seat while I drove here but now she was looking scared. “Ok let’s talk about this you little shit!” “I’m sorry! I won’t come around here anymore, please just let me go!” “Well that’s what we are going to talk about. What are you offering for the money you’re getting?” “What you mean, man? I’m just trying to get back home.” “Don’t bullshit me girl. I know how this shit works.” I started moving closer to her and she had nowhere to go. “Ok, Ok. I’m asking $20 for a blow job and $50 for a fuck.” “Good girl. This is what’s gonna happen! I’m gonna do whatever I want to you and you’re gonna let me do it. If you don’t I’m gonna call the cops and tell them I caught you trying to solicit on the property. They will haul your tight little ass to jail!” “That isn’t fair man that will be the third time for me!” “That’s too bad sweet cheeks, it’s gonna happen here or in jail. You know how it is down there.” I spun her around again and took off the cuffs. “Why don’t we start by seeing what’s under those clothes?” She just glared at me and started taking of her jacket. As she pulled down the zipper I noticed a lot of skin showing. Here it’s about 60 degrees and this girl is only wearing a cut off wife beater t-shirt! She drops the jacket on the ground and starts to take off her jeans. All I see is skin, no panties at all! Then she kicks her shoes off and steps out of her pants, pulls the shirt over her head and just stares at me. She has small b sized tits with rock hard nipples sticking out almost a half inch. Her pussy is totally bare and I can barely see her cunt lips. “God dam girl, you are under selling yourself! Most guys would pay a lot more then 50 to fuck that lil body!” She kind of blushes and says “Thanks. But I haven’t been doing this very long.” “What do you mean by that? I thought you were just another hooker.” “Well I haven’t been making any money begging so I thought I would try this today.” “So, how old are you then?” “I just turned 16 last month” “Nice! I like young stuff!” I walked up to her and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back and started kissing her hard, sticking my tongue in her mouth. I guess she was more into this then I thought because she was kissing me back just as hard, moaning into my mouth. I let my hands wander, starting at her waist and moved up to her pert lil tits. I grabbed her right nipple and started pinching and twisting it and she kind of slumped down and squealed into my mouth. She was breathing really fast and I felt her digging her nails into my shoulders. I pulled away from her lips and she was just panting as I pulled on her nipples. “So lil girl likes a lil pain with her pleasure?” “Oh, god that feels so good! It’s never felt like that before,” she moaned. I ran my left hand down across her stomach and right down to her pussy. She was dripping wet. I ran my finger into her wet pussy and stroked her clit and she came all over my hand. She grabbed on to my shoulders just in time to stop herself from falling. “OH, MY GOD!!! IM COMING!!!” “Shit you are one sensitive girl!” She just looked up into my eyes with lust and pushed me back to the car. “Get them pants off! I need your cock now!” I undid my belt as she was tearing at my shirt. When she had my clothes off she pushed me back into the back seat and grabbed my 7”dick and started licking the pre cum off of it moaning. I told her “keep that up and you’ll get a face full!” “Maybe that’s what I want daddy. I like rubbing cum on my body. It feels so good.” She started sucking me in to her throat humming and running her tongue around the bottom of my dick. I grabbed her head and started to thrust up into her, fucking her mouth. She gagged a little but I didn’t stop. Just as I was ready to cum I let loose of her head and she pulled back and gulped down some air and moved her face up a little to line up with my dick as I started to cum. My cum shot up and hit her right in the chin and then on her neck as she moved up further, she dragged her tasty tits across my pulsing dick as the last few spurts coated her chest. She sat up and started rubbing the cum on her neck and tits all over her chest, then she scooped up the rest from her face and ran her fingers into her mouth making happy slurping sounds. “Yummy, that’s good stuff!” “Damm, that’s hot! You are very good at that!” “Thank you, daddy.” “Why are you calling me that?” “Well you kinda remind me of mine and I don’t know your name, so….” “Ok, kind of odd, but it works for me.” As we are making small talk I’m rubbing her butt and she has my dick in her hand working me out to another hard on. “Is that for me, daddy?” “Of course it is. Now put it where it belongs!” She wiggles her but back til I’m against her ass and she lifts up and lines me up to her hot pussy. I try to push up but she just slowly settles down on to me. Her pussy feels so warm and snug around my dick like we were made for each other. She sits up, her head not even hitting to roof of the car she’s so small. I reach up and start rubbing her breast as she starts to grind on me, rubbing her clit against my crotch. “Oh, daddy that feels SO good!” “Yeah, baby it does,” as I start to squeeze her nipples she starts to squeal and raise up and drop back down on my dick. I pull up my knees and start to thrust up into her as she slams back down. She throws her head back and screams “Make me cum daddy, cum in my pussy daddy, I wanna feel you cum!” About the time she starts to quake and shiver in her orgasm I feel my balls tighten up and the cum rushes up my dick and I grunt and say “Here it comes baby!” She flops down on my chest, panting. She whispers in my ear “Thank you, daddy” “Any time baby girl.” “Does that mean you will punish me next time I come over here?” She says with an evil little smile on her face. The End

Bad Situation Turns To Pure Magic I consider myself to be a very sexual and open minded person. I am single and live alone and work has been occupying most of my time. I sometimes get very lonely but I do get visits from my neighbors and friends from time to time. My front neighbor I would say is the most friendly and supportive of the fact that I live alone. When it comes to sex I am not that lucky with women but I do get a pussy now and then. A work colleague suggested that I get a pet and I decided to get a Dog. I went and got me a Black Labrador and named him Silky. He was so adorable and playful and I was so happy I got him cause he made me feel calm and was good company. As the years went by Silky and I grew together and I was actually in love with him. He makes me feel special. Now not until about 8 months ago that thins started to get a little interesting between me and Silky. There were times when I would notice him licking his love meat and it was so red and looked kind of hard. Also sometimes he would jump up on my legs and hump like crazy. Upon realizing that Silky is now a mature dog I thought about him and sex and I just let things continue. One afternoon after work I got my groceries and when I arrived home I fed Silky and went off to get a shower and came back down wrapped in my towel. As I was getting myself a beer to go to my room I slipped and fell and down came some of my groceries with me that was on my table and my towel came off and I fell on my ass unto of a 1lb bar of butter and some actually went a little up my butt cheeks. No injuries but I got up now naked and started to clean up the floor. As I bent over and was wiping up the butter I was met with a sensation that gave me goose bumps. Silky actually came up behind me and stuck his hot, long tongue up my crack and the feeling was heavenly. I quickly stood up and hurried up and went back into the shower. As I was in my room dressing I could not help but ponder what just happened. It was a little gross but it felt so nice and it gave me a huge hard on just thinking about it. A few days later and the weekend arrived and so I decided that I’ll watch some movies and have some beers and relax myself. So Saturday night I watched 2 movies and had about 9 beers and strangely I was constantly thinking about what happened between me and Silky. He was lying just next to me and I decided that I want to feel that nice sensation again. I got naked and rubbed some butter on my anus and bent over and Silky was drawn immediately to my ass and started to lick my anus. It was so erotic having my pet lick me. He was so accurate in his licks since he is an expert in licking. I was drunk but loved the moment. My cock was rock hard and oozing with pre cum. I started to get really tired and could not help but retire to bed and stop the sexual act with Silky. Next morning I woke up and normally on a Sunday mornings my front neighbours son Tim would come over and bring me cookies and milk that his mom would prepare. I got my treats and Tim went home. He is 14 years old and is a good looking kid and very friendly to me and especially Silky. After Tim left I was now ready to continue my sexual adventure and got some more butter and laced my anus and cock up and Silky went straight to work. As he was licking my ass I started to feel his long tongue making an entry all the way up my anus hole. It felt so wild and I was in ecstasy. As he licked me and I was stroking my cock Silky quickly mounted me and in a flash his solid cock was making contact and soon it was in me. It was so fast that the pure passion and excitement had me lost in the moment and I started to really enjoy his cock in my ass. As he was ramming me furiously I felt his know expanding and quickly placed my hand in front my anus to block his know from entering me because I could not take that monster in me. As Silky was fucking me and I was now stroking my cock in pleasure my back door opened and Tim walked in and stood right in front of me and Silky having sex. I froze while Silky did not give a fuck but was only interested in fucking me. I pushed him off and stood up with my dripping 7” cock facing straight at Tim. I quickly apologized to Tim and asked him to keep this between us. To my shocking surprise Tim was wowed and was looking at my cock with wide eyes and asked me in a curious tone “can I touch your will ”, I was afraid but the animal in me said “sure, why not”. As he touched my cock with his soft hands it sent a chill up my back and I let out a soft “awwwwwwwww” and he was so playful and started to rub my cock since it had pre cum on it. I then told Tim that’s enough for if some caught us I would be in a lot of trouble. He then asked me what was Silky doing onto top me and I had to answer him and I did. Now I was now getting a bit afraid that he might tell someone and I offered him the chance to ask for anything and I would give it to him so he won’t tell anyone. He agreed and what Tim requested made me afraid, nervous, scared and fucking horny as ever. Tim’s exact words were “I want Silky to do what he was doing to you “. I freaked out and said “His cock is too big for you, you can get injure since he is very rough”. Tim was a bit disappointed but I told him I can get Silky to suck your cock and lick your ass and you will love it so much. He agreed and we all went in the sitting room and I locked all the doors. I rang his mom up and told her that Tim is helping me with some paper work and she was more than happy to get some quiet time for herself. Tim’s father is a Surgeon so he is always at the hospital and Tim is the only child. I told Tim to get naked and he did. I got some more butter and as I was rubbing it on his boy cock and his young ass I was so moved by his youth and wanted to get physical with him myself but kept calm. As I rubbed Tim his cock came to life at about 3”. I was hard again and then I told him to lay down on his back and open his legs and Silky got that go ahead and went for goal. He stuck his tongue up Tim’s ass and the poor child was wriggling in pleasure. He was loving it like candy and his cock was twitching and he was in ecstasy I can see it. I decided to join the fun and moved next to Tim and was rubbing his hair and he stretched his hand out and held my horny cock and it was amazing. Watching my dog lick this virgin boy’s ass while he was stroking my cock. I then led Silky towards Tim’s buttered up cock and as he licked and licked Tim’ was in heaven and was now ready to have an orgasm when he held onto my cock with more pressure and he shot his little load and it was a small amount but Silky cleaned it all up. Now I was madly in pain and pleasure from what had happened and told Tim that it’s my turn and he stood up and I layed on my back and Tim buttered my ass and his touch was so gentle and Silky continued. It was as if Silky’s tongue was getting longer and longer. I was rolling in pleasure when I told Tim to come closer and I quickly grabbed his limp cock and he started to like the feeling. After a while a thought came to mind and I told Tim “Since you wanted Silky to fuck you and he can’t because he might injure you, would you like me to fuck you ass for you?” Boy oh boy was I blown away. Tim was more than willing for me to fuck him. I realized that Tim did not just want Silky to fuck his virgin ass but that he wanted a cock up his ass and I was willing to give mine to him. So now Silky was out of the game and I took Tim to my bedroom and lay him on my bed. I was too far to stop my act and I quickly took his limp cock in my mouth and he loved it so much. As I licked his young cock it started to get a little hard until it was fully hard. I then bent over and invited Tim to mount me and he did. Now his cock is small but only got about 2” inches up my ass and it felt great that I had a young boy’s cock in my ass. The thought of our act was more than enough to keep me aroused. After he fucked me for about 5 minutes he got tired and came out and I then lay him down on his back. I got some lube in my drawer and packed his tight ass and also my cock. I was nervous but deep in lust and passion for this young boy in front of me. I then positioned myself on top him and as I placed my cock head at his hole and rubbed it up and down a few times Tim was enjoying some sort of sensation already. I slowly pushed and in I went, not all the way but about 2”. Tim jumped and wriggles a bit with pain. I stopped and pulled out and went back in and pulled out and went back in. I did this about 4 times for him to get settled and I was reaching a stage where I could not take this torment anymore and I just went straight for goal. I pushed my entire 7” cock up his ass and he screamed and stopped soon because the pleasure was so intense for him and me as well. His hole was tight and very slippery at the same time. As I started to slowly fuck him he was now fully enjoying the moment and as for myself I could not believe what was happening and how it all happened so fast and sudden. I was having a really good time fucking him and was in pure pleasure and so was Tim. I can literally feel the entire length of my cock in his ass. He was warm and soft and when I pulled out his body moved with me and when I pushed his body moved up with my trust as well. We were bonding and making love. Finally I was getting tense and started to feel so sensual and the shot my cum deep in his tight ass. Tim was enjoying that feeling of hot sperm being released in him. His ass was milking my cock and I could not ask for anything more. As I got exhausted and so did he I pulled out to a popping sound and went just relaxed and cooled off. We went and have a shower and I washed his entire body and he got dressed. Tim then ask me “Can I come again for you to make love to me” I assured him that it is ok as long as all is well in order for him to come and spend time. And so Tim comes across on Sundays and his mom would encourage it. His dad is always at work and his mom was enjoying the fact that I was like a baby sitter for her on Sundays. I was more than happy to help out.

My name is Aaron. I am a 36 year old married man. My wife Lauren and I have been married for 12 years now. We have 2 kids, Laura, is 9 and Daniel is 6. My wife and I have always had a great sex life together. I met her back in college, but we went our separate ways for a while, until I moved back to where I went to school at and found out she was still living there. Her parents didn’t agree with our marriage at first, because they were still from the older days, when interracial relationships were not acceptable. I stand about 5’ 11” with short black hair and brown eyes. I am very muscular, weighing about 225lbs., and try to work out every few days. My wife stands about 5’6” with long red hair and blue eyes. She still looks very good for having 2 kids, weighing about 140lbs. My wife and I work about the same hours, but at different places. She is a teller at bank, while I work in the IT department of an insurance company. One day I got off work a couple hours earlier than usual. We have a babysitter that comes to our house every morning to watch the kids for the day. Most of the time it is the same one, but today it was a new girl that I had never seen before. With this being a college town, you can usually find a student that doesn’t have classes on some days. I drove up into my drive and walked into the house. As I walked into the front room, the babysitter was sitting on the couch watching TV. “Hi there,” I said as I walked in. She turned around to look at me, “Hi, what are you doing here so early? Your wife said you guys would be home for a few more hours.” I smiled as I looked at her, “well I got off early for once. So you are?” She smiled back, “I’m Jessica.” She extended her hand out to shake mine, I shook her hand. Her hand looking tiny compared to mine. “I’ve never seen you before.” I smiled as I sat on the couch next to her. “Yeah, this is the first time I’ve ever babysat for you guys, but I must say, your kids are the best behaved I have ever had.” I looked on at her. She was wearing a tight tank top, with extremely short, jean shorts. She had long brown hair, with green eyes. She was probably a little shorter than my wife, but with bigger tits that my wife’s. I would guess at least a D-cup. But her body was very skinny otherwise. Her jean shorts did little to cover her ass as she crossed her legs. I let out a low groan as I saw firm ass poking out of her tight shorts. “Is something wrong Mr. Roberts?” She asked, smiling at me. I looked at her a little confused, “oh no nothing. So what are you going to school for Jessica?” I asked trying to take my mind off of the sight in front of me. She smiled wider, “I am going to be an elementary teacher.” I could not contain myself and blurted out, “damn I wish you would have been my teacher.” She lightly giggled at that comment, “why do you say that Mr. Roberts?” I smiled at her, “please call me Aaron. Because you are one fine looking girl, you would have really kept my attention during class.” She giggled more as she laid her tiny hand on my knee. My dick twitched in my pants as I looked down at her hand. “So is there a boyfriend?” I nonchalantly asked her. She blushed a little as she looked at me, “no, I’ve never had one.” I was shocked, “You’re lying to me, a girl as pretty as you, with no boyfriend.” She shook her head at that comment, “well I did have one in high school, he was my first and only, because most of them are only looking for one thing.” “Well that is true.” I chuckled as looked at her and noticed her nipples beginning to harden against the too small tank top. My dick surged even more in my pants as I groaned even more. She giggled, “Are you sure you’re alright Aaron?” I could only nod as I looked down at her smooth, tanned legs. Her hand slowly began to move up my thigh as I said, “well if you want to take off you can, where are the kids at anyway?” She smiled, “they are both taking a nap, I laid them down about 30 minutes ago.” My legs involuntarily spread open as her hand moved even closer to my crotch, “Umm Jessica.” I couldn’t say anything else as her hand moved up my inner thigh grazing against my growing erection. “Mmm?” Was all she said as her breathing began to get deeper. “What are doing?” I asked, liking the attention, but unsure what to do. “Is it true about black men?” She asked looking up at me. I was dumbfounded, “Is what true?” She lightly laughed, “that they are much bigger than white guys?” Her hand was moving up and down my dick that was resting against my inner thigh, as it began to get even harder. “I think you should leave Jessica.” I said as she grabbed my dick through my pants and lightly squeezed it. She yelped in excitement as it throbbed in her tiny hand. “Please let me see if it true first Aaron, I won’t tell, I promise.” She almost moaned as her hips began to move on the couch. I stood up off of the couch and turned to face her, “Jessica I’m married, you need to leave right now.” She reached out and grabbed the waist line of my pants. As she start to unbutton them, “I will leave once I find out if it’s true.” I tried to pull her hands away, but it was too late, she hand my pants undone and was working on sliding them down. My 11” erection was pinned between my boxers and leg as she pulled my pants completely down. She screeched out, “Oh my god, it is true, holy shit that thing is huge.” My dick throbbed against my boxers, begging for release. At that time my dick took over my thoughts and I knew I was going to have sex with this girl, but I couldn’t. She was our babysitter, and I was married. But as she started to slide my boxers down, freeing my hard dick, I quickly lost that thought and knew I wanted to be in her tight pussy. Jessica cooed as she wrapped her tiny hand around my 8” thick dick and slowly began to stroke it. “This is only the third dick I have ever seen, but it is by far the biggest, how can your wife take this inside of her?” She asked as she looked up at me, stroking my dick slowly. “I just had to take my time and let her pussy get used to it.” I smiled down at her as I reached down and grabbed one of her fat tits in my hand. She moaned in pleasure as she moved closer to my dick, “I have got to try this dick, please Aaron.” She looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Well let’s see how it looks in your mouth first Jessica.” I smiled as I lightly squeezed her tit, feeling her nipple harden even more against my hand. She moaned in response and she opened her mouth wide and slowly wrapped her lips around the tip of my dick. I let out a long, low moan of pleasure as I felt the heat of her mouth against the head of my dick. Her hand moved to the base of my shaft as she tried to take more of my dick into her mouth. Her mouth stretched as wide as it could go as she only able to get a few inches into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed against the bottom of my dick as she moaned, vibrating my dick. I moaned even louder as I laid my hand on the back of her head, holding her in place. “Oh my god Jessica, that feels so good, yeah suck that fat dick of mine. MMM.” I moaned in pleasure as I tried to push a little more into her tiny mouth, causing to her gag a little. I pulled back to allow her to breath, then pushed back in until she gagged again, her spit shooting out around my dick, hitting the base of my dick and ball sack. We did this a few more times until she tried to pull away completely, looking up at me with pleading eyes, that she had, had enough. I release her head as I moved back a little. “You ok Jessica?” I asked as offered my hand to help her up. She nodded as she grabbed my hand and pulled herself up. “That felt so good baby, it’s been so long since my dick has been sucked on.” I said smiling at her. She smiled back as she started undoing her shorts and sliding them down her legs. She stood back up with her red thong still on, she started grabbing at the waist line of them to pull them down. I grabbed her hand to stop her, “leave them on baby.” She nodded as I helped her sit down on the couch. I knelt on the floor in front of her and spread her legs apart, noticing a slight wet spot on her thong. “Is someone excited?” She moaned in agreement as I slid my hands up her inner thighs towards her covered pussy. I could see that there was no hair whatsoever on her pussy as her lips pushed against the thong. I lightly rubbed my thumb across her pussy lips, causing her body to tremble in excitement. I put my thumb under her thong and slowly pushed it aside, exposing her tight, young pussy to me. “Oh my god,” I whispered as I lowered my head between her legs. I very lightly ran the tip of my tongue across her tight slit, from the bottom up to her budding clit. She squealed in pleasure as the tip of my tongue brushed against her clit. Her hands grabbed the sides of my head, trying to pull me into her pussy. I resisted her pulling me in, “just give it time baby, it will come.” I whispered as I spread her outer pussy lips open with my fingers. Her pink sides were quickly become engorged with blood, as she got more excited. I lightly pushed my tongue into the inner folds of her pussy as her hips lifted off of the couch and into my face. “OH SHIT!” She yelled out as she squeezed my head tighter. I ran my tongue up to top of her slit again, this time flicking the tip against her clit harder. Her whole body shook as she tried push her pussy into me more. I lightly chuckled to myself as I knew this was probably the first time she had ever had a guy do this to her. I moved my tongue back down to her hole and started to push it into her. I got it in as far as I could as my nose rested against her now hard clit. Her hips were bucking against my face as I started to tongue fuck her hole as fast as I could. Her body was shaking uncontrollably as she moaned louder and louder. “OH FUCK, OH FUCK!” She pushed her hips up into me as hard as she could as her pussy tightened around my tongue. She let out a long moan, then started screaming, “HOLY FUCK, I’M CUMMING YES!” Her hips bucked hard against as her orgasm took over. I greeted by a small rush of pussy juice running out and down my chin as she held my head into her pussy. After about a minute her ass fell back to the couch as she released my head. Her breathing was ragged as she looked at me in joy. “Holy shit Aaron, that was intense.” I lightly laughed smiling at her. “That is first time I have ever experienced that.” “What an orgasm?” I asked. “No someone going down on my pussy like that.” I smiled at her, “I see, well you think you’re ready for me to enter you now?” She lightly laughed, still a little breathless, “please go slow though.” I knelt up between her legs, my raging hard on now dripping pre-cum, “ok baby, let me know if it hurts.” She slowly nodded as I grabbed my dick and began to move closer to her. As the tip of my dick brushed up against her outer lips, she let out a soft moan. I brushed my dick up and down her slit, trying to get it wet with her juices to make it easier for entry. After a few sweeps up and down, I figured it was wet enough. I lined up the tip of my dick with her tiny opening and slowly began to push in. She squeezed her eyes shut as the head began to slowly sink in. Her breathing became rapid as she opened her mouth as if to scream out, but nothing came out. I sat there for a bit, with just the head of my dick in her tight opening. I knew this was going to be a slow process of getting it inside of this tight girl. After I thought she was comfortable, I tried to push in a little more. Tears started to well up in her eyes as more of my dick slowly sank into her. “Are you ok baby?” I asked as I stopped there. She nodded quickly, her breathing still really rapid, as her pussy tried to grow accustomed to the invasion. I looked down at where my dick was entering her and saw her pussy stretched tight around my invading member as I pushed a little more into her. I had about 4” inside of her now, and I knew I was going to be able to get all of it inside of her small body, but I was going to get as much as I could. After resting a bit I pushed a little more into her. Her breathing slowly starting slow again as she still squeezed her eyes shut, pushing at my stomach with her hand. After a while she relaxed her hand and I pushed into her until I felt the tip of my dick reach bottom. I still had about 3” left to go in, but knew that her pussy was filled to max. “Well I reached bottom baby.” She looked up at me and giggle lightly, “damn this dick is so fucking big.” She almost spit as she spoke. I lightly laughed as I stayed there in place for about 5 minutes. I then started to slowly pull back out, watching her tight hole being pulled out a little around my dick. I pulled back until just the head was inside of her. “Ok baby now it’s time to fuck you.” I said as grabbed on to her hips for support. I slowly sank back into her pussy until I reached bottom once again. “Oh my god Aaron, I know this only the second dick I have ever had in me, but I never felt this full before. Your dick feels like it’s in my stomach.” She groaned as I started to pull back out again slowly. As my dick was almost out, I pushed back into her, a little more forcefully this time. “Oh yes Aaron, fuck my pussy, make it yours.” She moaned looking up at me. I started a steady rhythm of pulling almost out, then sinking back into her tight pussy. Her muscles contracting around it hard each time I pulled it back. Each time I sank back into her, I did a little harder. I did this until I was forcefully driving my dick into the back of her pussy as her hips moved to meet my thrusts. I grunted each time I hit bottom as my heavy balls swung free under me. “Yes Aaron, oh fuck yes, fuck me, harder.” She yelled out as she grabbed my ass, trying to pull me into her harder. I still wasn’t able to get my dick fully into her tiny body, but the tightness of her pussy was almost too much for me. It had been way too long since I have felt something that tight wrapped around my dick. Jessica’s hip movement was becoming more forceful as I pounded into her as hard as I could. “Please make me cum again Aaron, oh fuck I want to cum again.” I put my thumb on her clit and started rubbing it hard as I drove in and out of her faster and harder. “OH FUCK, YES I’M GONNA CUM, FUCK!!!” Her ass lifted off of the couch again as I felt her pussy grow even tighter around my dick, trying to push it out of her. She put her hand on my stomach trying to push me away as her body bucked off of the couch. I reluctantly pulled my dick out of her as her ass lifted high off of the couch. “HOLY FUCK! FUCK YEAAAAAAAAA!” She yelled out as I watched her pussy muscles contract in her now gaping hole and was greeted with a shot of pussy juice splashing against my chest. Her ass fell back to the couch as she frigged her clit hard with her hand, then she lifted her ass again, and more pussy juice came shooting out, hitting my chest again. I must admit that was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life. She squirted only the two times but as her orgasm began to slowly subside, her pussy was still leaking the juices on to the couch. Her breathing more ragged that the first time she came. “Oh my god, that was too intense.” I chuckled, “You’re telling me, I have never seen that before in person.” She smiled lightly, “that has never happened to me before either.” I moved back towards her to re-enter again when she stopped me with her hands. “You can’t cum inside me ok Aaron.” I nodded as I guided my dick back into. I knew I was going to pull out of this tight girl in time, after watching this girl squirt, I wasn’t going to last long anyways. I started pounding in and out of her pussy again as I felt my balls beginning to tighten against my body for my impending ejaculation. I groaned as her pussy squeezed and released my dick as I moved in and out of her, her moans of pleasure just bringing me closer to the end. I felt my dick begin to get harder for ejaculation. I thought I should pull out, but her pussy felt so good. I knelt up high as my dick surged harder, “Oooooooo.” I groaned out as the my dick throbbed deep inside of her, shooting deep in her. She looked up at me in fear, “what the hell are you doing?” She was trying to push me away as my dick throbbed again and shot more into her. “No you can’t cum in me, I can feel it, pull out now. NOOOOO!” She yelled out as my dick throbbed and shot even more into her. I can’t remember the last time I had ever cum that hard. I collapsed on top of her, my dick still throbbing deep in, emptying all of its contents into this fertile girl. She started to cry and push me off of her. “Get off of me you asshole, I told you not to cum inside of me.” I finally got enough strength and withdrew my dick. I looked down at her gaping pussy as some of cum ran down her ass crack, to the floor. She reached down and put her hand against her pussy as more of my cum ran out, “I can’t believe you did this, you weren’t supposed to cum in me.” She slapped me as she got up off of the couch, still covering her pussy with her hand. My cum was running down the inner part of her leg as she ran to the bathroom. I got up off of the floor and collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. I closed my eyes to drift off to sleep when I heard the front door open… Should I continue on? Let me know. Constructive feedback please.

This is a story about a young 12 year old boy in the UK and his sexual awaking. Not to be read by persons under 18 years of age. ** WARNING ** You are about to read a story that will contain graphic sexual activity between boys and a woman and man. You need to be over 18 years old to continue reading this story. A fictional story. Bb bb Mb Mb Wb WM young first virgin Written by EnglishBoy Contact me by email anenglishboy@hotmail.co.uk Billy’s Mum teaches Sex Ed Chapter one Billy Jones was 12 years old last week. He lived with his Mother, Trisha (29 years old) and Father, Freddie (32 years old) in a 2 bed semi on a modern estate in Shropshire. At 5 foot tall Billy was about average in his class. He had a slim athletic build, light brown hair, perfect white teeth and a pale complexion. He was a poplar lad at school having both girl and boy friends. His Father travels frequently, he works for a small consultancy advising on safety issues. He has a similar build to his son and keeps fit by jogging. His Mother works at a local company 3 mornings a week doing their book keeping. Trisha gets quite lonely when her husband is away, she enjoys his company and more importantly she enjoys sex with him. They have fantasies that they talk through when they are having sex and one of her favourites is introducing boys to sex. They both discuss and play on their own young sexual adventures and remember the absolute pleasure they got from learning about sex. They had never engaged in regular sex sessions with their son, although on one occasion there was an incredible event that meant that Freddy and Trisha had the best sex they had ever had in their lives together. It all started very quickly. Their house although small had a wet room with 2 shower head instead of a bath which meant that occasionally Billy and his Dad would shower together. This particular occasion happened three months earlier when Billy was still 11 years old. Freddy and Trisha had been discussing the night before that Billy was really sweating a lot these days and that he really ought to know about cleaning his penis correctly, especially under the foreskin. So they agreed that Freddy should show him the next time they showered together and this just happened to be the following night. Freddy is 6 foot 3 inches and so just over a foot taller than Billy. His penis is 4 inches long when soft with a generous foreskin being over half an inch over the end of the glans. When erect Trisha loved his penis, it didn’t actually grow that much longer going to 5 and a half inches and the foreskin just peeled back a little from the glans showing about a ¼ inch of his fat knob. Whilst it didn’t get much longer it did get considerably fatter having a circumference of 5 ¾ inches. Trisha often wondered what her son’s cock would look like erect and if it had the same attributes as her husbands. Tonight she would be able to see for herself. Billy’s cock at 11 years old was just starting to pad out, growing from being a little boy cock to the size that indicated that he was just pre-pubescent. He was totally hairless of course and when slack his little prick was 2 inches long 2 ¼ inches in circumference, about the size of her husbands little finger. He was uncircumcised and his foreskin hung off the end of his cock about ½ an inch which seemed like a lot more than Freddy’s because it was on a smaller prick. She could hear the showers start in the wet room and gave them about 5 minutes to shower their hair and then she opened the door. “Freddy don’t forget what we discussed the other day about teaching Billy how to wash his penis.” “OK Trish” “I already know Mum and please give us some privacy.” “Don’t be daft Billy, it’s not like I have not seen you before is it? Now what your Dad is going to show you is very important. Freddy just wash him the same way as you wash yourself and if I spot something wrong I will tell you.” “OK babe.” Freddy soaped his hands “Turn and face me Billy.” Billy did as he was told. Freddy admired his son’s body, his flat tummy and the defined muscles. His little belly button indented. He put a hand underneath his little scrotum which was about the same size as a small tangerine with 2 perfectly formed testicles inside. He massaged it carefully and felt the little balls inside. He then picked up the penis and washed it with 2 fingers and his thumb applying a little pressure and turning it from one side and then the other. He felt it getting a little thicker. Trisha watched carefully really wanting to see how big her son had become. She started to get wet just looking at Billy’s cute well formed penis. She started to feel a bit jealous that Freddy was doing this instead of her. She remembered her first time seeing a boy’s penis when she was 11 years old when she went into the bushes with a class mate. His little prick was much smaller than her son’s but still fascinating to look at and she enjoyed the feel of the skin sliding over the rock hard shaft. They played with each others privates exploring what needed to be explored. They both enjoyed looking at each other that way and did it a couple more times before they were discovered and their respective parents were told and that put a stop to that … well in those bushes anyway. Later bushes meant that she learned about orgasms. Trisha really enjoyed her growing experiences and especially her babysitting job which she had done from age 14 to 17 when she had met Freddy and got pregnant with Billy. Whenever she thought about the lessons she had taught for the little boys she sat for she got wet. She loved to fantasise about being with little boys whilst she was making love to Freddy or just playing with herself. Trisha will have her experiences put into another story one day. Back to the matter in hand, as they say, Freddy had started to pull back Billy’s foreskin. It did slide back easily and he gently soaped the glans. Billy pulled back because his knob was extremely sensitive. “It’s OK Billy” Freddy said “It is sensitive I will not hurt you.” Billy moved his lower body forward again, his prick was starting to get hard, it was standing out straight in front of him and with each throb it got a little higher and higher. As Billy had moved back the foreskin had slid forwards again and now it was covering the glans once more. Freddy got hold of the foreskin again and started to pull it back, it clipped nice behind the rim of the glans and again Freddy started to soap the knob. By this time Billy’s 12 year old boy cock was rock hard and now pointing straight up, not flat against his stomach about 10 degrees off. It had now grown to a respectable 4 inches with a circumference of 3 ¼ inches. Trisha was getting wetter by the second and she looked at Freddy’s cock and saw that he was started to swell. Freddy was remembering his learning experiences with some of the other boys at his school and was enjoying the feel of a now rock hard solid boy cock. It was not until now had he realised just how much softer his penis was when it was hard – if that makes sense. He gave it a few squeezes. He could feel his own cock starting to grow. He rinsed off Billy’s cock. Trisha suddenly had the irresistible urge to touch Billy’s 12 year old cock, she needed to feel it and rekindle her memories of years gone by. “Freddy, you have missed something pass me the soap, come over here Billy.” She soaped her hands and moved them towards the rock hard prepubescent boy cock, her hands were trembling. She knew what she was going to do was wrong but her lust had overtaken her mind, she had to feel this beautiful cock. She felt his balls and waggled them around in her hand, his little sack filled the palm of her hand quite well, and she then put her fingers around his rock hard cock and pulled it down a little away from his stomach. Slowly she pulled the foreskin back and it clipped over the rim of the glans, then she pulled it further down and ran her finger round the back of the head and the exposed red skin of the inside of the foreskin. She then pinched the frenulum with the thumb and finger rubbing around the back of the knob. She loved the feel of her son’s boy cock; it was so hard she felt it throbbing to her touch. She would dearly love to suck his knob but she was unsure what Freddy might do in this circumstance. Sure they fantasised a little about their early experiences but that was it. Freddy never knew the extent of the practise Trisha had in teaching little boys and taking their virginities. She had collected quite a few boys’ cherries in her life. Her she was now at 29 remembering and getting incredibly wet with the wonderful memories. “Now that’s what you didn’t do Freddy” she pulled the foreskin back over Billy’s knob and started to wank him a little under the pretext of making sure that his penis was really clean. She looked at Freddy and saw that his dick was fully erect and throbbing. “Now Billy I want you to wash your Father’s penis so that I know that you really do understand how to wash yourself in the future. Freddy shot Trisha a look of surprise “I don’t know if this is a good idea” Billy said “I don’t mind Dad, it will prove that I know what to do.” He moved back towards his Dad and soaped his hands. He gently felt Freddy’s scrotum. He noticed how much bigger his balls were than his own. Freddy’s prick was standing out strong from his body up at 60 degrees and bouncing with every heartbeat. He was at his full 5 1/2 inches and Billy put his soapy hand around the shaft. His fingers just about met as they gripped “Wow Dad your penis is so much thicker than mine!” He washed up and down the shaft and with each down stroke Trisha watched as more and more of her husbands fat knob came into view. Then the foreskin clipped back behind the glans and Billy washed the glans carefully, gently, softly. Freddy was enjoying the experience although he knew what was happening was not right he was in raptures of pleasure and he had long stopped thinking with the head on his shoulders. Billy remembered his Mother’s instructions and then gripped his Dad’s shaft with greater firmness and pulled the foreskin all the way back exposing the red inside of the foreskin behind the head of the knob. This was the first time he had ever seen a grown man’s penis in this state and he thought how lucky he was to have his Father’s genes so that one day he would also have a penis like this. Billy then washed the red skin at the back of the glans and brought his fingers round and started washing and stroking the frenulum. Freddy could feel tension building up inside, should he cum or not, would it be right to let his son make him orgasm. He then gave up thinking with his big head and let the little one do the work. Billy rubbed gently over the whole glans and around the rim and frenulum a few times and then washed off the soap and moved the foreskin back into its usual resting place, he put a little more soap on his hands and like his Mother had done to him he wrapped his hands around the shaft again and unknowingly wanked his Father. Trisha watched as Freddy’s face became more flushed with excitement, not wishing to stop his pleasure she said to Billy “That’s right sweetheart just squeeze a little harder to make sure it gets clean and rub it up and down.” Billy obeyed, he felt the penis get fatter, his fingers no longer reached all the way around it but he kept on squeezing and rubbing then squirt, squirt, squirt three jets of cum hit Billy on his chin and chest. He pulled away surprised and Freddy got hold of his dick and finished himself off. He turned and washed the end of his cock. “What happened?” Billy asked and Trisha answered “It’s OK son that is what occasionally happens to a grown up penis and it is quite normal.” Freddy told Billy that he obviously did know how to wash himself and thanked him for washing him so well. He got out of the shower and told Billy to finish off. He and Trisha went to their bedroom. As soon as they were in the room Trisha got on her knees and started sucking Freddy’s prick, it had hardly gone down at all. She wanted to put the penis that her 11 year old son had just masturbated into her mouth. She thought about perhaps doing this in the shower, letting Billy learn about oral sex but decided against it. She took the prick right to the back of her throat. Freddy could feel it slip into the tightness of Trisha’s throat and was suddenly hard again. He was still extremely excited and normally after he had cum he had noticed as he was getting older that he needed a bit of a cooling off period, but not this time. He picked Trisha up and put her on the bed. “Go on then darling, fuck me with that lovely prick that your son has just wanked!” He didn’t need asking twice he lifted up her skirt, she was not wearing pants and he felt Trisha’s pussy. She was wet through and he positioned himself and pushed straight into her with mad lust. They hammered away and both experienced a joint climax. They collapsed at the side of each other sweating and breathless. They had just experienced one of the best orgasms they had ever experienced together, Freddy remained hard his prick looking red and angry, the large dorsal vein very prominent. “Look at you” Trisha said. She put her hand back on his cock and kissed his chest and worked her way down to his cock. The foreskin was just half way down the glans she engulfed the knob and started to push her tongue under the foreskin. She pulled her head back off. She could taste her own juices and Freddy’s cum. Lovely. “Lick my balls” Freddy encouraged, he noticed that their bedroom door was slightly ajar and said in a lower voice “Trish the door is slightly open I wonder if Billy heard us or if he perhaps saw us?” Trisha started making more noise as she lapped Freddy’s balls she was hoping that Billy could hear them and come and watch them through the crack in the door. She had taken her clothes off and she had her back to the door, if Billy did look in then the first sight to great him would be her cum soaked pussy, the first woman pussy he would ever have seen. Freddy was in heaven again for the third time in an hour. “Lift your legs up” Trisha commanded he did so and felt her tongue slowly work it’s was down across the perineum towards his anus. “Oh God Trish go on lick my arse! Lick it! Go on Lick it!” Trisha licked around his rim and Freddy got hold of his cock and started to wank himself fast and hard, she put her tongue right into his bum. Trisha lick back up the perineum and sucked first one then the other ball into her mouth. Freddy had stopped wanking himself and watched her lick his balls and slowly up his cock. He looked at the door, his cock got harder, he could just see Billy sneaking a look through the crack in the door, very quietly he told Trisha who immediately crawled up her husband and sat on his cock. She thrilled at the thought of her 11 year old son watching her fuck his Dad. She squeezed Freddy’s cock hard with her cunt. “Trish I can’t last much more I am gonna cum!” Trisha bounced up and down as Freddy thrust up hard into her hot pussy ahhhhhhh they both came again, together and with so much force that neither of them had experienced before. Freddy glanced at the door – no Billy – he told Trisha and once more she collapsed at the side of Freddy. “Freddy that was fantastic, definitely one of the best fucks we have ever had!” “I can only agree!” Freddy’s cock was no longer stiff. “How much do you think Billy saw?” “He definitely saw you licking my arse, balls and cock and he most definitely saw you giving me a good fucking with your gorgeous tight hairless pussy.” As I said earlier this all happened 3 months ago when Billy was still 11 years old and since then Trisha and Freddy had not purposefully engaged Billy in any of there sexual activities not even by leaving the door open whilst making love. One day Trisha had finished work and was at home cleaning up, ironing and doing general chores when Billy came home from school with one of his mates, John. John was slightly taller than Billy at 5 foot 2 inches; he had dark brown hair and a slim athletic build. His birthday had been 6 weeks prior to Billy’s. John lived with his Mum and Dad just a couple of streets down from Billy’s house. They helped themselves to drinks and biscuits and sat in the family room. Trisha joined them with her cup of tea. They were talking about day to day things in the school and Billy mentioned that they had received sex education that morning. Trisha asked if everything was clear and told them both that if they wanted to ask anything for clarification then they only had to ask. “Can I ask something Mrs Jones?” John enquired “Of course” Trisha started to wonder where this could go. “Part of the lesson was taken up with being clean and therefore avoiding infections but there was very little guidance on how to clean.” He said a little embarrassed “and Billy was saying that you had showed him how to clean himself the other week and, err “John was staring to stutter a bit. “John, what are you actually asking?” Trisha wanted him to actually say what she was hoping, she felt her pussy start to get moist and her heart started to beat a bit faster. Is she really going to get an opportunity to feel a little boys cock. She looked at John. His light blue eyes were looking at the floor. Billy encouraged him “John just ask Mum what it is you want, at worst she can only say no.” he said. “Mrs Jones would you please show me how to wash my penis properly?” “Yes of course John, but why don’t you talk to your Mum and Dad about this?” “We don’t talk about these kinds of things. I have never ever seen them naked and they have not seen me naked since I was 6 years old.” “OK John, no problem, why don’t you go upstairs and get into the shower. Billy do you want to go with John to reassure him? You might as well have a shower as well.” Both boys went upstairs. Trisha started thinking about John, would he be built the same way as her son, would he have a little boy penis? Would he be circumcised? How long would he be? Would he have any hair? She was back thinking about the numerous occasions she had “played” with little boys and was starting to feel horny. Her mind raced forward, her son is going to school in a veritable candy shop for her can she really exploit that? As she walking upstairs she heard the two 12 year olds chatting away in their braking voices. She opened the wet room door and saw that both boys were washing their hair. She looked John up and down. What a firm butt he had, very much like Billy’s and typical of athletic boys their age. She noticed that Billy’s penis was semi hard and when John turned to face her she was pleased to see that he was about the same size as her son. They could be twins she thought. He was uncircumcised and also semi hard. “OK John come over here, Billy pass me the soap please.” Both boys did as she asked and she soaped her hands and passed the soap back to Billy. Trisha felt quite nervous she was about to do something she had not done in 11 years since she got married and had given birth to her son. She had had so much pleasure in the past baby sitting young boys and the boys had also received so much pleasure from her that she always felt that fair exchange was no robbery. Her hands were shaking a little as she moved her left hand forward and cupped John’s nice little ball sack. She told him that he should always make sure that he washed the sides of the scrotum and the inside creases of the crutch so that sweat would not cause crutch rot. She also explained the importance of making sure it was dry in-between his legs. “And that goes for you too.” She said to Billy. Billy was watching his Mum’s had caressing John’s balls, she was definitely feeling them he noticed. “You know, you two could be twins couldn’t you boys?” she said. She pushed a finger back toward his anus along the perineum pressing it in and feeling both sides of the ridge as she did so. John’s penis started to grow and Trisha felt very much in control as she saw the effect she was having on the boy. She was wearing a low cut top and the tops of her firm breasts were in view and she could see that John was staring down her cleavage. She then started to concentrate on the lovely 12 year old penis with her 2 fingers and thumb. As she washed the shaft up and down she wondered if he masturbated at all, or if he could cum. On each down stroke she applied a little more pressure and his beautiful dark purple knob popped into view easily. The foreskin clipped behind the prominent ridge of his glans. “OK John, now this will be sensitive but it is very important that you wash the glans and foreskin, this would be what the teacher would be referring to in the class you had.” She pulled the foreskin all the way back and it moved easily, she didn’t have to pull particularly hard although she could see that she was stretching the frenulum quite tightly. She looked at the knob; there was a little smegma on the top. “Look boys, this is what you must wash off. John do you ever smell anything strange?” “No, this is the first time I have ever seen under my foreskin, I didn’t know that it could be pulled back.” “Billy I can smell that this is not clean, you have a smell as well and then you know what I am talking about.” She felt very excited as she saw her son move his head toward John’s cock and put his nose really quite close. “Phew!” “Both of you wash the glans like this.” She gently rubbed her fingers over the knob and John moved back with a little surprise because it was so sensitive. Then still with the foreskin completely retracted she washed the red skin at the back of the head and brought her thumb and forefinger around the outside of the glans to meet in the frenulum which she massaged a little. John’s penis all 4 inches of it was rock hard and pointing straight up, not flat against his tummy, about 1/2 an inch off. What Trisha would have done to have sucked that lovely knob into her mouth, however she knew that she must resist. She thought that it was about as thick as Billy’s as well as the same length. He was totally hairless which she liked but there again, young boys with a little growth she also found to be a turn on. She washed off the soap from the glans and pulled the foreskin forward and couldn’t resist giving the shaft a few quick wanks. She loved the feel of the hardness of a young boy it is most unlike a mans penis, the hard core underneath the skin moving so freely. Reluctantly she let go of the beautiful piece of boyhood and said that he should finish his shower now and asked if he now understands how to wash himself. He was red in the face, she came to the conclusion that neither he nor Billy actually knew what masturbating is. Hmmm she thought to herself. That night when she and Freddy had just gone to bed she was cuddling up to him and slowly just feeling his prick. She was telling him about what had happened and that she had felt John’s cock and washed him. Freddy’s cock grew quickly to full stretch. He was asking how John’s cock compared to Billy’s. “Did you wank him off?” “No, it didn’t seem right in front of Billy.” “Quite right darling but I’ll bet you found it difficult not to didn’t you?” She slipped the covers off Freddy’s torso and kissed his body down to his cock. She put his prick into her mouth and wriggled her tongue underneath the foreskin to massage the knob. She had her eyes closed and was pretending that this was really John she was sucking off. She pulled the foreskin all the way back and licked the frenulum and around the back of the knob. Freddy couldn’t stand anymore, he pushed her onto her back and mounted her slipping easily into her sodden pussy, banging away to a satisfying mutual climax. A week later Trisha was again at home busy working away. She knew that Billy was doing a school visit that day and would not be home until 5 o’clock so she was really surprised when John turned up. He was not going on the trip which left school after lunch. “OK John, do you want a drink?” She sat with him whilst she had a cup of tea and a biscuit with John who had a glass of lemonade. “You know you said that I could ask you anything Mrs Jones.” “Yes” “Well we had another Sex Education class this morning and they spoke about something called masturbation” “Yes” “They said that boys and girls can rub themselves and that is called masturbation” “That’s right John so what do you want to ask?” she hardly dare believe what he was going to ask. “Would you be able to show me about masturbation?” Trisha couldn’t believe her ears, OMG; it took all her patience and control to stop herself from just ripping all his clothes off there and then. “Well John this is not a usual request that you would ask of someone and whilst I can show you I need to be sure that you will not speak with anyone, and I mean anyone about it.” “You have my word Mrs Jones.” “Come upstairs.” John followed Trisha into her bedroom and she turned and took off his shirt, trousers and socks. She wanted this boy naked. She was going to teach him the best she could, the question is would she just teach him about masturbation or about other things. She was on her knees with a 12 year old boy standing before her, she could see his boy bulge starting to grow and she slowly pulled his pants down giving her the first view of his totally soft boy cock. “Are you nervous John?” “Yes” he muttered “Well there is no need to be, I guess young man this is where I find out if you have been keeping yourself clean” “I have Mrs Jones.” She pushed him back and he fell onto her bed. She lay at his side and soaked up the lovely sight before her. A truly beautiful 12 year old boy who had just asked her to show him about masturbation. What on earth are the girls in his school playing at they should be playing with this vision of beauty and looking after his cock as well. She moved down the bed and slowly ran her fingers around his nipples which almost instantly became hard, then down across his forming 6 pack. She circled around his navel and then with the flat of her hand followed his stomach down to his lovely hairless pubis. She saw his cock give a twitch. Trisha got off the bed and moved his legs apart before getting in-between them on her knees. John’s cock was starting to fatten up and get a little longer. The foreskin still completely covered the head. It had a red tip lick a rosebud. She picked up the cock and slowly started to massage the knob through the foreskin. “Oh God, that feels nearly as good as when you bathed my cock last week.” “Yes, I have to say I did wonder if you played with yourself then. What I am showing you is called many different things not just masturbation, it is called wanking off, jerking off, tossing, five knuckle shuffle, in fact there are so many names I can’t go through them all.” She felt his cock start to get fatter and longer. Her mind was all over the place she was thinking that this is virtually the same as her son’s cock so in one way she was satisfying her curiosity as to what it would be like to manipulate Billy’s penis. His cock was now at full stretch and as fat as it was going to get. The foreskin was just pulled back exposing the moist dark purple glans. She started playing with his balls. “What else did they talk to you about in the Sex Ed today John?” “Foreplay” “Oh yes, and did they elaborate on what that was?” “Yes, it is what a couple do before they have sex.” “Is that it?” “Yes.” “Did they talk about oral sex?” “No, what is that?” Trisha thought to herself – she needed to get a job teaching sex Ed at schools so that the young people could really understand what a sex life is about. Trisha was so excited, her pussy was soaking and her fingers were trembling, it was a long time since she had given oral sex to a young boy. She wondered if he could cum yet. She was feeling his balls; she thought that he must be very close to being able to ejaculate, she would soon find out. She moved John so that his legs hung over the bottom of the bed and opened them wider so that she had the best possible view of the boy’s hairless treasures. She slowly kissed up the side of one of his legs and then the other. John had forgotten to breath almost as he saw Trisha’s lips move to his balls and kiss each one of them in turn. She breathed in deeply enjoying the scent of this 12 year old perfect boy specimen who she was about to treat to his very first oral sex lesson. She licked his scrotum and his balls jumped up, he breathed out “Oh God” he almost whispered. Trisha was watching John’s face and noticing his absolute pleasure as she licked his balls again, she sucked in each ball one at a time and licked down each side of the scrotum. She then traced the ridge at the bottom of the scrotum and ran her tongue all the way up to the tip of his penis. She could feel the heat from his rock hard cock and felt it bounce as she touched the tip of the glans. She breathed in deeply again and thought to herself that he had obviously been keeping his knob clean. She pulled back his foreskin and licked the frenulum “WOW” she heard him say. She pulled the penis upward and then watching her boy’s face started to suck his knob into her mouth. John watched in fascination and in absolute pleasure, he had never felt anything like this before, he thought his prick was going to explode. When Trisha got hold of his penis to lift it up and pull his foreskin back he felt so good. He watched as her lips slowly engulfed his dark red moist knob. He felt her tongue on the underside of his knob and watched as gradually she took his whole prick into her mouth. He felt the back of her throat and then something amazing as her tongue started to lick his balls as well. Trisha was giving John a really good experience for his first blowjob. She brought her mouth away “This is oral sex John, used as foreplay before sex.” He was resting on his elbows getting a good clear view of what was happening. “Will you lick my balls again please” he whispered. Trisha pulled his legs up, such beautiful hairless legs, and she moved and with the flat of her hot tongue licked his scrotum which was drawn up into his body. She then licked his perineum. She watched his eyes close and he said “Oh my God” as she said quietly to him “John open your eyes and watch what is happening.” His face was red and his chest was all blotchy and red. His penis was throbbing, straining to bursting point. Trish loved the way boys got so hard. Trisha then started to rim his anus. John breathed in and then seemed to forget all about breathing – his eyes were popping out of their sockets. The gentle flicking of Trisha’s tongue around his bum hole – WOW! “Mrs Jones this feels so wonderful but isn’t it dirty?” “No John you are clean and provided that the areas that are touched with your mouth are clean it is fine to do whatever you want provided that all contributing parties enjoy it and agree to it.” She moved her hand up and started rubbing his lovely prick uncovering the head and then pushing it up and then she went back to rimming his anus. John was in ecstasy, his prick was being given a perfect wank, the licking around his bum suddenly changed, and he felt the tip of her tongue lick right across his actual bum hole. He couldn’t believe it then he felt the tip of her tongue pushing against the hole. OMG he felt as if he was in raptures. Trisha licked his perineum and moved back to his balls. She knew that he would be able to take much more of this and she wanted too know what his 12 year old seed tasted like. She kept on wanking his prick whilst licking his balls and then she started to ease a well manicured finger into his bottom. She was really going to give him something to remember. She found his prostrate and started to rub it at the same time she licked up the length of the 12 year old 4 inches of rock hard boy cock. She looked at John he was watching her every move. She pulled his foreskin all the way down and slowly sucked his 12 year old virgin knob into her hot mouth and started to bob up and down as she moved her wanking hand down to massage his balls. She felt his prick and knob growing fatter she knew he was going to cum at any minute. She was sucking his glans, feeling his balls and gently massaging his prostrate. She knew there was no way he could not cum and cum he will and it will be the best he has ever had! John could not believe what was happening he had strange feelings deep inside his young body. He didn’t even know what Trisha was doing; he knew that there was such a thing as a prostrate gland but he didn’t know where it was or that this was what Trisha was feeling. His balls kept being massaged and those lovely hot lips. He could feel the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm but this time the feeling was so powerful … he leant back his arms giving way, he shut his eyes and pushed his hips forward into Trisha’s mouth push, push, push. He could feel his knob head hitting the back of her throat and there it exploded with 4 rapid spasms. He grabbed the back of Trisha’s head and rammed her onto his cock. “Oh God!” he shouted. Trisha felt John grab the back of her head and then his glans was rubbing the entrance to her throat. She could feel his prick get fatter and it started pulsing. She looked up and John, his eyes were closed, his face and chest was flushed. He was sweating. He was in orgasmic heaven because she knew exactly what a boy would like. She was really enjoying drinking his 12 year old boy spunk. The spasms slowed down and John collapsed back on the bed. Trisha kept his prick in her mouth until she was absolutely sure that the last pulse of boy orgasm had gone and that she had milked his beautiful boy cock of it’s virgin cum. She licked the last drops of cum away from the knob end and cleaned up the shaft of the penis with her tongue. “Now you know what Masturbation and Oral Sex is, you are no longer an oral virgin and you also know what foreplay is, although you don’t normally cum with foreplay, you wait until you are inside a girl before you do that.” “Wow Mrs Jones, I can’t really explain what that felt like” he said in a breathless voice. He was still very flushed and wet with sweat. “It was the most wonderful feeling I have ever had in my life … thank you very much.” He was sitting up now and Trisha was still kneeling between his legs. His dick was going soft. He moved forward and very gently kissed Trisha on the lips. Trisha couldn’t believe how wonderfully soft and gentle his 12 year old kiss was and she kissed him back. “I think that is all we have time for today John.” Trisha said. John was just sitting there with a silly grin on his face. He had little beads of sweat across his top lip and some running down his hairless chest. “You had better get dressed I don’t want Billy to come home and find you here like this. We must be clear about this John, you must not tell anyone about what I have just taught you, and do you promise me that you will not tell anyone?” “Yes Mrs Jones, I promise.” “Good boy”.

I've never been to Jamacia and do not know much about it. I just decided to write something about it to keep boredom away. Please do not start hating on me because of my lack of detail on Jamacia. Next time I'll do much more research. The land of Jamacia sparkled as the sun rose above its streets. Beatiful, lust, green jungles were scattered everywhere. People and cars roamed the streets below like a busy hive of ants. It was beatiful and I was able to see all of it through my small six inch window on the airplane I was sitting in for nearly an entire day. Tall buildings gave off an erie shadow as the sun rose high above them. I watched as the people below did their everyday lives. It was quite a marvelous site. At least for me. "Amazing isn't it?" My father asked as he was looking out the window with me. I nodded and kept on staring. Thinking about what fun and excitment lie ahead on this vacation. Sadly it wasn't the fun and exciting vacation I wanted. Instead, I get quite the vacation. Just not fun and exciting. At least for me. Me and my father strolled into our hotel. With excitment on my face. Not wanting to wait and talk to some clerk for a room. I wanted to be out and about. Doing things not all 13 year old white boys do! My father walked up to the clerk and asked for a room. I turned my head as they countinued doing what adults do. I looked around the large hotel lobby and saw people everywhere. The lobby was filled with loud noise and Jamacian chatter. Hearing a Jamacian talk for the first time was awesome! At least through my 13 year old eyes. Plus the hair styles of the Jamacians was also quite the shocker. I saw women with large bundles of hair in ponytails, I saw large dreads on many men, I saw.... "Come on Charlie, we got our room number." My father said as he took the keys from the clerk. We walked steadily up the stairs to our room. My father took the keys and opened the door quickly and walked inside, me following quickly as well. "Our we going to do anything today dad?" I asked as I put my backpack down on one of my beds. "Today? I don't think we hae anytime today Charlie. I'll be too busy unloading, getting everything set up." My dad responded in steady voice. Dissapointment flushed around me. "Can we do at least one thing?" I asked. "No Charlie, I'm sorry but I can't." I responded with a frusterated ok. Throughout the next couple hours I sat at the window or at the TV watching some interesting Jamacian television. Sitting at the window was probabaly the only fun thing to do. I sat and watched cars drive by, Jamacians walking back and forth through the crowded, semi-dirty streets. As I was sitting and watching the people from my room, I started having ideas about how to actually do something. How about sneaking out during the night and go exploring? I don't know, I read that white people get killed here sometimes for just being white. I sat there thinking on the thought. Why would I risk going out and getting myself killed just to have alittle fun? I guess being bored and lonley on an airplane for twenty-four hours can do that to you. But where would I go? I could probably go down the street or look throughout the neighborhood. Yeah, I would say that's pretty safe, and fun. A small smile came across my face as I started planning to go out. Tonight was going to be fun! My eyes slid open as my alarm vibrated in my hands. I let out a moan wondering for a second why I had turned it on. Then I saw it was only 1:24 AM. Then I realised I had made my plans yesterday and tonight was the night! I quickly got out of bed and put on some lame clothes. A t-shirt and some basketball shorts. I sneaked across the room and saw my dad was still completely asleep. I opened the door and snuck right out. Right out into the night of Jamacia. I stepped out into the parking lot of the hotel and quickly ran off to explore. I walked the streets, looking and marveling at the sites and sounds. I saw as I passed a large fishing market, jewlery store, electronics, everything. Of course I received a couple glares from some of the people as they passed by me. Probably beacause I'm white or something. Who cares, this is amazing! As I was walking I saw a small alleyway. I looked into it and saw what looked like a neighborhood on the other side. I quickly walked into the alleyway, thinking how much fun this could be. I passed through the alleyway quickly and saw rows and rows of houses. Amazing! As I was walking, unknowingly several blocks away from the hotel, I heard a small voice behind me. I turned around in a flash and saw a large black Jamacian with large black dreadlocks. "Where you going 'lil man?" He asked as walked alittle closer. "Just exploring." I said, trying to keep my cool. "Oh are you now 'mon?" He said. "Yes but I do-" I was interrupted suddenly as the Jamacian lundged at me and knocked me to the ground. I attempted to scream but the Jamacian easily overpowered me and cuffed his large black hands around my mouth. He easily picked me up off the ground and shoved me behind several large clumps of scrap metal next to what appeared to be an abandoned house. "I haven't had me a piece of ass for fifteen years! Fuckin' prison will do dat too you 'mon." The Jamacian said as he wrapped his large fingers around my pants. I screamed into his hand as I felt my pants drop below my waist. Then I realized something, I forgot underwear. "Look at 'dis fine white ass! I love you fuckin' Americans and your nice asses!" He said as I felt his hand wrap around my exposed ass, remembering to keep his grip on my mouth nice and tight. "I don't got no lube so you're gonna have to take this bitch dry!" He said as he pulled down his baggy pants to reveal a monster. A large black eleven inch black dick came flopping out of his pants. A pair of tennis sized balls flopping behind it. I tried screaming no but only a muffle came out. I felt as his hand left my ass and wrapped around his large cock. Aiming it right at my hole. I felt the large cock head touch my asshole and the next thing I knew it, pain swept throughout my entire body as he shoved three inches into me. I screamed in pain, trying to get away but the Jamacian responded with a simple punch to the face. I collapsed onto the dirty ground. I felt more pain as he shoved another couple inches into me, then another, then some more, then finally with a large moan from him, he shoved the last inch. He was balls deep. "Damn you're one tight motherfucker!" He moaned as I felt his balls slap into me. He pulled out some inches then shoved them back into me, then again, then again, until eventually he was full blown fucking my virgin ass. He kept his weight on my shoulders to make sure I didn't get up, plus to lift my ass up into the air some more so he could get at it. I moaned in pain everytime he humped me. Feeling his large Jamacian cock inside me was painful enough. I couldn't beleive this. I was getting fucked by a local behind a couple piles of scraps in a populated neighborhood. I could just imagine it now from someone else's perspective. A large black Jamacian on top of a small white boy. His dreadlocks swung back and forth and struck me in the face with every fucking. My ass attempted to get his dick out of me by pushing, but it ended up massaging it for him. Wanting to fuck me more. "That's right! Take it! Take it!" He moaned into my ear as his black balls slapped into my ass, making a sound like a hand slapping water. Now he is fucking me like a bitch in heat. My entire body is moved and sweat dribbles down my face as his oversized cock is pumped in and out of me. "Almost there 'mon! Almost!" He said as his speed picked up to the point where I thought an earthquake was happening. I was being rocked and forth by him like a ragdoll while feeling his cock inside me, inside my warm rectum, it was the most painful thing I could've gone my entire life not going through. I looked behind me and saw his cock go in and out of me. His dick was so black I could barley see it in the night. "Here I come! I'm cumming you bitch!" He shouted loudly as his grip on my shoulders tightned and he went balls deep into me. I let out a large moan as did he as I felt his Jamacian nigger cum enter my ass. He stayed ontop of me for another minute, still cumming until finally he got off me. Making a loud popping sound as his dick left my bloodied ass. Cum gushing from the gallons from my ass. "Thanks, I needed 'dat. Haven't fucked somebody like that for years." He laughed as he buckled his pants. "Oh and here you go." He said as he tossed a couple coins at me. He laughed as he walked off, leaving me on the ground ass into the air and cum gushing from me.

One Friday afternoon Lori found herself home alone. The kids were all at friends houses and her mom and Bill were at work. Bill had woken her that morning in his usual way. She awoke to a finger in her pussy and a tongue on her tits. Due to the fact that her mom was getting ready for work and all the siblings were running around, Bill was unable to stick his cock in Lori's pussy, much less get her off. Lori assumed Bill had gone to the bank or blew off work for the afternoon and gone to the bar. Her plans to get fucked on his lunch hour didn't pan out either when he didn't come home for lunch. "It figures." Lori said aloud, "The one day when he could have had me for lunch right on the dinning room table, he don't come home." Lori considered calling Paulette for some good old fashioned lesbian action but wasn't in the mood to hear about all the cock she was getting from her brother's friends. Seems Paulette's brother liked to sit and watch his friends get blow jobs and fuck his little sis. Lori turned on the TV and half heartedly watched the afternoon soaps. She unsnapped her short shorts and reached in to feel her wet pussy. Lori shuddered when her finger grazed her hard clit. As she settled into a rhythm she untied her halter top and pulled and rolled her hardening nipples. After several minutes and a few close calls, Lori knew she wasn't going to please herself the way she wanted. She decided to call Paulette after all. She pulled her hand from her shorts, stood and tied her top back around her sweet tits and headed to the phone in the kitchen. Just before she dialed there was a knock at the door. When Lori answered it she recognized two of Bill's friends. Lori got a tingle between her legs as she noticed them eyeing her hot body in her shorts and halter. "Bill's not here." She told them "He didn't come home for lunch today." One of them replied, "That's OK we're not here to see Bill. We stopped by to see you." He and his friend quickly stepped through the door past Lori. "Are you home all alone?" one asked her When she admitted that she was, she immediately found herself sandwiched between the two men. There were four hands exploring her young body everywhere. "Don't you have a kiss for me?" the one in front of her asked As Lori's tongue entered his mouth, she felt him untie the knot in her halter top. He stopped kissing her mouth and moved to her tits. Lori felt the one behind her humping his hard cock against her ass as he fumbled to unfasten her shorts. When Lori did this for him, he pushed her shorts and tiny panties to the floor. She heard his belt buckle jingle and the unmistakable sound of a zipper coming down as he undressed behind her. Lori soon felt a hot meaty cock pressing against her bare ass cheeks. When he sat down in the living room chair, he pulled Lori back with him. She was sitting with her back to him while impaled on his hard cock. His friend undressed quickly and stepped up to place his hard cock at her mouth. The guy moaned softly as Lori engulfed the head of his hard cock. Every time his friend drove his cock into her pussy, Lori would try and swallow the cock in her mouth. When the man fucking her mouth heard his friend start to groan, he told him to switch places. Neither guy wanted to come too soon. Lori climbed off the cock she was sitting on and bent over placing her hands on her knees. The big cock she had been sucking on was immediately shoved up her pussy. The cock wet with her juices was now in her mouth. The two men double teamed her good. She let the one fucking her basically pull and push her off and on the cock she was sucking. The cock in her mouth suddenly began pulsing. Lori took hold of his cock and began pumping it for all it was worth. She soon felt his hot jizz flood the back of her throat. "Damn! I couldn't hold it any longer. This hot little thing could make a dead man lose control!" he said as he pulled his softening dick from Lori's mouth His friend answered, "You'll get hard again when we watch her in action." Lori wondered what he meant by watching her in action. Her questions were soon answered when the front door opened and another friend quickly stepped inside. "Lori, this is our friend Sean." Said the one friend who was still fucking her slowly Lori was shocked to see a black man standing before her. He was powerfully built, tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms. He wasn't extremely black either. Lori compared the color of his skin to caramel. "So this is the hot piece you said your buddy Bill was bragging about." Said Sean Sean walked over and boldly took hold of Lori's swaying tits. She moaned as he rolled her nipples and the speed of her fucking increased. The one fucking her abruptly pulled his cock from Lori's pussy. He was getting too close to shooting a load. He wanted to watch this little white girl with Sean's big cock. "Take his cock out for him." Lori was instructed Lori could see that Sean already had a hard on. Judging by the bulge down the leg of his pants, it was huge. She unfastened his pants and pulled them open. She gently reached in and took hold of his cock. Sean assisted by pushing his pants and underwear down as Lori pulled his cock out. Lori's sharp intake of breath was proof to all that she was impressed with Sean's cock. Lori just held it and marveled at the cock. It was a shade or so lighter than Sean's complexion. She noticed too, that she couldn't get her hand around it. It was a good 10 inches in length, with a head the size of a big ripe plum. As Lori stroked it a few times, a drop of pre-cum appeared from the head. Lori instinctively stuck her tongue out and licked it off. All three men moaned at the erotic sight. Lori wasted no more time, and began running her tongue up and down the shaft. When she closed her mouth over the head, Sean began a slow pumping motion, fucking her mouth. One of Bill's pals looked at the other and said, "Son of a bitch! Watch her suck that big meat. I told you she would like it." The other just stood there and grinned. He was stroking his re-hardening cock. When he regained his hard on, he stepped behind Lori and slid it deep in her pussy. The first guy, who still hadn't shot his load, stepped up for Lori to jack him off with her free hand. This gave him a ringside seat watching Lori suck on this huge cock. When Lori laid Sean's cock up along side her cheek and began licking his balls, her hand job guy lost it. Lori felt him spasm and aimed his cock at her chest. She jacked shot after shot of cum from him, most of it landing on her tits. She rubbed Sean's cock in it and resumed sucking him. About this time the guy behind her with his cock buried in her pussy let out a groan. He pulled his cock from her smacked it between her ass cheeks. Lori felt him empty his balls on her back. Sean's cock had become hard enough to drive nails with. No way was Lori going to pass up riding this monster. She took his dick from her mouth and instructed him to sit in the living room chair. While Sean got comfortable, Lori went to the restroom to clean the spunk from her chest and back. When she returned Sean was sitting back in the chair with that big creamy looking cock pointing at the ceiling. Bill's two pals were standing there with their wilted cocks in their hand. Lori walked over and straddled Sean's lap. She slowly eased her pussy over the head on his cock. On each down stroke Lori's juices lubed Sean's cock a little more. Soon she was taking more than two thirds of him in her pussy. Sean took her by the hips and started licking and sucking her titties. This kept the juices flowing. The other two guys, (with renewed boners) stepped to either side of the chair and offered their cocks to Lori. She alternated sucking each guys cock while riding Sean. The guy who seamed to be the ring leader of the trio said, "Come on Sean, fuck that white pussy. Fuck the shit outta her. We didn't bring you here to be gentle." They both stepped back and watched as Sean slipped his hands under Lori's ass. With his muscular arms, he began lifting Lori up and down on his cock. When he would lower her she would groan as his meat stretched her pussy. All of their concentration was broken when they heard her step father's voice. "What the fuck is going on here?" Bill demanded to know Lori immediately leaned forward and gave Sean a passionate kiss. She was sure to let Bill see her use plenty of tongue. She knew it made him insanely jealous when his friends kissed Lori. Fucking was one thing but he didn't like her kissing him. Bill moved around behind Lori and watched intently as Lori's hot pussy rode up and down on Sean's big hard cock. His two friends explained that after hearing of all of his adventures and seeing her poloroids in the bar, they wanted to see her sweet young ass take on some big dark meat. Bill told them all, "If he's going to keep fucking her, I want to fuck her mouth. The harder she gets fucked, the better she sucks cock. Stand her up and bend her over!" Lori climbed off Sean's lap and bent forward slightly at the waist, placing her hands on her knees. Sean wasted no time in taking her hips and plunging his cock back in her pussy. Just as Lori groaned, Bill stuck his cock in her mouth. "Now, give that little pussy what it needs." instructed Bill Sean began pounding Lori's pussy as she gave Bill the blowjob of his life. The three men were amazed at Sean's staying power. He kept up a steady rhythm, as Lori continued sucking her step dad's cock. Bill soon moaned out and pulled his cock from Lori's mouth. Sean took the clue and raised Lori up just enough for Bill to jack his load all over her tits. As his cum dripped from her nipples onto the floor, Bill's first buddy stepped up and Lori swallowed his cock. He didn't last as long as Bill before he was shooting his load. Bill told him to keep it in her mouth. He wanted to see Lori swallow his friend's load. As he pumped her face, she swallowed every drop. When Sean pulled his cock from Lori and suggested they let her rest, Lori surprised them by walking to the dinning room table and bending over. She hiked her right leg up on the table and showed them all her sopping wet pussy. "I want more cock NOW!" said Lori The third friend who was still sporting a hard on walked up behind her and buried his cock in her cunt. Sean stepped around to the edge of the table and Lori began sucking on his cock too. Bill and his friend stood stroking their soft cocks while watching Lori run her tongue all over Sean's rock hard cock. The one in her pussy soon began moaning and pulled his cock free. His load shot so hard it landed on Lori's upper back. By this time Sean's cock looked as if it would burst. Lori stopped long enough to go to the bathroom and wipe the loads from her chest and back. When she returned she sat on the edge of the table, placing one foot in each of two widely spaced chairs. She leaned back on her elbows and nodded at Sean. He stepped between her legs and slowly pushed his cock in her to the hilt. He ground his hips into hers as he leaned forward and licked her nipples. When he leaned forward and kissed Lori full on the mouth, Bill said, "Knock it off and fuck her if you're going to!" Sean lifted Lori's legs high and placed her ankles on each side of his head. He gripped her tits in his huge hands as he began pummeling her wet snatch. Bill and his pals watched with envy as Lori took every inch of his pounding cock. There cocks began to harden again as Lori started thrusting up against Sean's strokes. "Yeah yeah, fuck me. Fuck my pussy." Lori moaned as she fucked back on Sean's pounding cock Suddenly Sean let everyone know he was about to cum. Lori hooked her legs around his ass and pulled him deep. She felt his cock throb and begin to pulse. This was followed by the feeling of his hot jizz flooding her pussy. Bill was irate. "I told all you guys, no one cums inside her! If she ends up pregnant we're all fucked." Sean slowly slid his cock out. Everyone watched as his cock, covered in their creamy mixture, slid out and plopped on the table. Due to the fact that his load was so deep in Lori's cunt, it was a few moments before any started to ooze out. Bill said, "What the hell, it's too late now." He stepped between Lori's legs and plowed his hard cock in her pussy. Sloppy seconds or not, he was going to fuck her hard and fast. He did exactly that. A couple dozen good hard and deep thrusts and Lori's step Dad emptied his balls inside her too. The second he pulled out one of his buddies took his place. Lori's pussy was making squishing sounds as he hammered his cock into her. Lori was soon filled with her third load in leas than half an hour. The fourth and final lasted a bit longer than Bill or his friend but, he too was soon shooting his load in Lori's well used pussy. When all four of them stepped back to view their handy work, they were amazed to see the river of spunk running down Lori's ass cheeks. Bill told her to get to the bathroom and clean herself up thoroughly. After she had bathed and freshened herself up, Lori exited the bathroom. She was met in the hallway by Sean. He pressed himself against her clean fresh smelling body and sandwiched his cock against her belly. While Bill and the other two laughed and talked in the living room, Sean kissed Lori passionately and asked, "When can I come back? I want to fuck you the way I want to. I want to fuck you with long slow strokes and make your sweet ass come. I don't want them telling me what to do." Lori told him to come back later that night and tap on the window to her basement bedroom. She would slip up the stairs and let him in the side door. He must be absolutely silent as they would have to cut through her sibling's room to get to hers. Lori was sure she felt his cock getting hard again as he kissed her goodbye while squeezing her tits and ass. Sean showed up at the side door exactly as planned. But that is yet another story