Imagine the surprise Carl felt when he arrived home early from work and heard his 16-year-old son and two teen girls sexually experimenting in his basement. Although it isn’t mandatory, you might want to read Episode I to better enjoy this one.
A shy outcast with a trouble background decides to open up to other.
My first day of being a man leads to a frank discussion with my sister and mother.
Jim had been friends with Rupert for maybe six or seven years, since they were in junior high school together. They had shared many things together, had practically grown up together. Had double dated a little in high school, had told each other basically everything about their lives. They had first started jacking off together when high school was almost finished, and Rupert was the first to suck cock.
He sucked Jim’s cock for the first time when both had turned eighteen. Soon Jim had returned the favor, and they had been good suck buddies ever since. Jim wasn’t sure how he felt about this, and he had never sucked anyone else. He thought it might have something to do with his difficulty in getting and keeping girlfriends, but he liked doing it and wasn’t willing to give it up.
On their next suck session, Jim decided he’d tell Rupert about his adventures with his mother. It had been so hot he couldn’t hold it inside. As they stroked each other to hardness, Jim relaxed, feeling the practiced hand of his friend stroking his hard cock.
“It feels good,” he said. “But you’ll never guess who I did it with this week.”
“Not your girlfriend?”
“Of course not. You know her, I could never get past first base with her. This is someone really special.”
“Not a guy?”
“No, no. You’re the only guy I do.”
“Well, you haven’t told me about anyone else. So, someone completely new?”
“Yes and no. I would never have guessed either, but it’s my Mom.”
“Your Mom? Really? Well, she is kind of sexy and all, but . . .”
“Yeah, I know. It’s really kinky. But it was really wild too. She’s a great lay.”
“Wow, that must have really been something.”
“Uh huh. And guess what else? She wants you to come over next weekend.”
“Me? You mean maybe I can do your mother too?”
“Don’t know exactly, but hey, it’s worth a shot. What d’ya say?”
“Well, of course I’m game for it. Wow, I just can’t get over it. Your Mom.”
Rupert was clearly excited by the prospect, and he gripped Jim’s cock a little tighter, jacking him off forcefully and licking his lips. He looked down at the swollen glans in his hand and licked it, bringing a groan from Jim’s lips. Lowering his head, he swiped his tongue across the sensitive surface and jabbed it into the slit in the head. Jim leaned back and let his friend take over the action.
With little nibbling kisses, Rupert worked his way down the shaft of Jim’s hard cock. He felt it ripple in his hand and stroked it slowly. He took the head into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks with his sucking effort. Jim groaned in appreciation and curled his fingers in Rupert’s curly hair, drawing him onto his pulsing prick.
Gradually Rupert took all of Jim’s cock into his mouth, sucking it slowly into the depths of his oral cavity until he had the whole thing buried in him, poking past his tight throat muscle. He began fucking himself up and down on the lusty pole jabbing into his mouth. Jim responded by bucking his hips upward to meet the down thrusts of his friend’s hot mouth on his aching cock. He could feel the cum bubbling up out of his balls.
As he started to cum, Rupert withdrew partially, and Jim’s cum spilled onto his chin and cheeks. He put his hand back on his friend’s cock and vibrated it up and down rapidly, causing a torrent of white hot liquid to spew out in a furious shower. He smiled as Jim closed his eyes and his frame shook with the intensity of his orgasm. Little droplets were flying everywhere and Jim’s cock was red with the effort of expelling his gooey cum.
Rupert held on, letting Jim set the pace as he fucked his dick into Rupert’s hand, teasing out every last drop of pearly fluid. Rupert flicked his tongue across the tip of Jim’s dick and slurped the last bit into his mouth.
“You came good that time.”
“Yeah, you made me hot.”
“Um-hmm. And I’m getting hot just thinking about getting into your Mom’s hot pants. Damn, what a great story. I can’t wait to get some of that action myself.”
“Umm, yes, I love Mom’s sweet pussy.”
“Did you eat it?”
“No, not yet. She says that’s next to come.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to cum in her pussy, or eat her till she cums.”
“Or both.”
“Yes, both would be better.”
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“Did I tell you about our homestay girl?” Julia asked.
“Um, maybe you mentioned it, but I forgot.” Jim said.
“Well, it’s a Japanese girl, new college student, and she’s coming in a few weeks, first of the month. She’ll be here for the summer before she starts college. To take English lessons.”
“Oh really. What else do you know about her?”
“She’ll be staying in Jan’s room. Her name’s Mariko Naka-something. I’ve got a letter around here somewhere.” She rummaged around for the papers, and finally found the packet of information.
“Says here she’ll be studying nursing in the fall, and her English level is intermediate, whatever that means. She likes karaoke and J-pop. What’s J-pop?”
“I don’t know. Maybe Japanese pop? A kind of music? Or food? Like a soft drink?”
“No idea. Anyway, we’re supposed to meet her at the airport and get her settled in. She’s supposed to be like one of the family for three months, just do whatever we do.”
“Hmm. I wonder if that includes what we’ve been doing recently.”
“Oh you sly little devil. You’re already thinking about getting into her pants, aren’t you?”
“Well, you said whatever we do.”
“Uh-huh, but I’m not sure that includes fucking her little brains out.”
“Okay, how about yours, then?”
“Of course darling. I’m busy now, but when did you say your friend’s coming over?”
“Around six this evening.”
“Okay, I’ve gotta do some shopping and so forth, but I’ll be back by around four.”
“Sure, sounds super, Mom. By the way, when’s Jan coming back?”
“Oh, let me see. Next weekend I think. Yes, that’s right. And, um, two weeks after that is when Mariko will arrive.”
Jim went out to bicycle around, play some pickup basketball, and just loaf around the rest of the day. He had seen a photo of Mariko in the packet of information his mother had, and she looked cute. Her black was shoulder length with auburn streaks and cut in bangs across her forehead. Her cheeks were high and rosy, and she was small and slim, wearing a high turtleneck blouse and a dark skirt that ended well above her knees.
It was around two when Jim returned home, showered and changed into fresh clothes. He watched TV for awhile but became bored by it and fell asleep on the couch. He was dozing when his mother returned and had him carry in bags for her. After she bustled around putting things away, she went to her room to freshen up. Jim walked past her room when he went to the bathroom, and saw she was taking a nap on her bed.
She looked beautiful when she was sleeping. She had taken off her skirt and top and folded them neatly on a chair. She was lying under the sheet, her eyes closed and her chest rising shallowly with her breathing. He watched her for awhile, then padded off to the bathroom. He was sitting downstairs when Rupert rang the bell.
The two friends greeted each other, and sat down to play a video game. Soon afterward, Julia appeared. She was wearing a mini-skirt that rode high up her thighs, and a cream colored top that was loosely buttoned around her throat. She fluffed her hair and let if settle loosely around her shoulders. She smiled at Rupert and took his hand, then kissed him lightly on the cheek before going off to the kitchen to prepare something.
In less than half an hour she announced that dinner was ready. It turned out to be a soup and salad type of meal. No one was too hungry, and the miso soup, a Japanese concoction she had learned to make, was pleasant without being filling.
Soon they were finished and she had cleared away the dishes. The boys offered to wash up, and they went to the living room to sit and chat. Julia got a glass of wine for herself and iced tea for the boys. She sat between them on the couch, crossing her long legs and hiking her skirt up even higher.
Rupert was really excited, Jim could see it in his wild eyes and the flush of sweat on his forehead. Julia was smiling and relaxed, her head leaned back against the cushions of the sofa. Her legs swung easily and as she slid her hips forward, her skirt peeled upward. She closed her eyes and breathed in a big sighing breath.
“So, Jim tells me you two are close buddies,” she said.
“That’s right. Best buddies,” Rupert said. The two friends exchanged glances and nodded at each other.
“Very close, right?” she asked.
Jim thought he could tell where his mother was headed with this, so he answered.
“Yes, about as close as it’s possible for two guys to be. We share everything.”
“Everything? Even girlfriends?”
“Um, we don’t exactly have girlfriends right now,” Rupert said.
“And we never shared them when we did, but we did double date,” Jim added.
“Oh, so you don’t exactly share everything? Or at least you haven’t, yet.”
“Yeah, not yet,” Jim said, his mouth going dry as he looked at his mother’s smooth legs and slim thighs so close to him. He felt a knot growing in his throat.
“Maybe you’d like to,” Julia said and uncrossed her legs, smoothing her hands down her thighs.
Both of the boys stared at her legs, which were now slightly splayed, with her skirt practically up to her hips. Jim thought he could see a tiny flash of panties underneath and he started trembling with desire. Rupert was practically beside himself and he swallowed hard to try to find his voice.
“Don’t be shy, Rupert. Jim has told me about you two, and I’m sure he’s told you some about us, too.”
“Uh-huh,” Rupert stammered, his voice quaking with desire.
Julia turned toward her son and slid one of her long legs over his. She put her hands on his shoulders and caressed the back of his neck, then leaned toward him and kissed him gently on the mouth.
Jim felt her fingers on his neck and her lips pressed against his. He snaked his tongue out and hers joined it in a frenzied writhing dance. His erection started to rise in his pants as his mother kissed him in her sexy way. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest and his hands went to around her back and trailed down her sides. His fingers touched the sides of her breasts and she gasped, pulling in a sharp intake of air and moaning.
“Oh, you’re such a good kisser,” she said. “How about you, Rupert? Don’t you want to kiss me too?”
“Um, yes, Ms. Kendall,” he stammered.
“Julia,” she said. “We’re not formal here.”
She slid her leg off her son and swiveled to kiss his friend. Rupert was still a bit hesitant, but after a few moments of feeling the heat of Jim’ mother pressed against him, he loosened up and started kissing her passionately, his tongue swirling inside her mouth and wrapping around hers as he probed into her oral cavity.
“My my,” she said. “Two hot horny young studs. What’s a woman to do?” She clucked to herself as she positioned herself back in the center, with one hand on each of their thighs.
The friends looked at each other and exchanged grins. They both knew they were about to get the fuck of their lives from Jim’s sexy mother. She sat back on the sofa, letting her fingers tease up the insides of their legs. She traced a fleeting pattern over their dicks, which were both already straining for release.
“Well, don’t just sit there,” she said. “Show them to me.”
Jim and Rupert hesitated at first, but she nodded her insistence and they both started stripping off their clothes. As their shirts tumbled to the floor, she started unbuttoning her blouse. As their pants fell, she unzipped her tight little skirt. As they kicked off the last of their clothes, she ran a hand inside her bra and another inside her panties.
“Let’s see you work them,” she commanded and they again looked at each other for confirmation before beginning to jack off for her. They were standing in front of her, facing her, and Julia slipped her bra straps off, unhooked it and let it fall. She still had on her panties, but was now busily fingering her nipples.
Rupert knelt down to get a better view and she pulled him toward her chest. He opened his mouth and sucked on her tit like he was a baby sucking at his mother. Jim quickly joined him and the two suckled at her breasts with abandon as she caressed their necks and kissed their foreheads.
Julia led them where she wanted them to go. She spread her legs and gently coaxed Rupert down. He didn’t need much encouragement and began kissing his way down her body, toward the lovely joy box he could smell wafting its lovely scent up to his nostrils.
He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, spreading her out even more. Her panties shimmered as her legs moved, and her kissed the wet spot between her legs, nuzzling into the crevice just beneath their pink surface. She ground her hips into him, and his nose pushed inside her pussy, bunching her silky panties into a knot. She hooked her fingers in the waistband and lifted her hips so she could slide them down. Rupert took them in his hands and slid them off and tossed them aside.
Now he had full access to her creamy cunt and he wasted no time in going to work. He slathered her with kisses and worked his tongue up and down her slit, bringing little sobs of pleasure from her lips. Jim was massaging her breasts and tonguing the nipples. She threw her head back and he kissed the hollow of her throat, feeling her moans vibrating through her soft skin.
Jim kissed her on the mouth, pushing his tongue deep inside her just as Rupert found her clit. She cried out with the intensity of the feeling, and wrestled her tongue around her son’s as she gyrated her hips into the face of his best friend. Rupert stuck a finger into her cunt while he twirled her clit with his tongue and she gasped for breath, breaking off her passionate kiss with Jim.
“Oh, that feels fantastic. Where’d you learn to eat pussy like that? You horny little devil. Oh, yes, fuck me with your tongue.”
Jim moved back down to suck on his mother’s gorgeous tits, but after a short while she raised him back up. He looked into her eyes questioningly.
“Now I want you to do him,” she said. “Show me how you suck cock.”
Jim really wanted to fuck his mother. His dick was hard and hot for her, but since Rupert had his face buried deep in her cunt, he headed down to follow her directions. Sucking cock would taste good, and later he was pretty sure both of them would get to fuck her.
He positioned himself on the floor against one of Julia’s smooth soft legs. With one hand he started exploring the region between his friend’s legs. Rupert was going crazy eating pussy, his mouth making loud slurps as he gobbled down Julia’s nectar. His dick was hard as a lead pipe and Jim circled it with his hand. Rupert made fucking motions and fucked Jim’s hand as he lapped at Julia’s sweet cunt.
Slowly he worked himself into position so he could get his mouth on his friend’s cock. As his lips closed around the head of it, Rupert shuddered and thrust his hips forward. He was in the throes of passion and Jim thought he was just responding on an animal basis, just fucking like an animal, eating pussy and getting his dick sucked in complete contentment.
Jim started to get into his cocksucking, lavishing kisses on the hard pole as it exited his mouth, massaging the tender balls, and suctioning the rigid organ deep into his mouth. It was a super sexy moment. He was sucking his friend for all he was worth, and about to get a mouth full of cum to swallow, and Rupert was guzzling pussy like it was ice cream on a blistering summer day.
Rupert couldn’t last long under the combined assault and soon he was shooting a river of cum into Jim’s mouth. Jim struggled to contain it, but he wasn’t that experienced at cocksucking yet. It bubbled out of his mouth as Rupert jerked his hips forward in wild spasms. He pulled his mouth from Jim’s mother’s pussy and shouted.
“Oh, I’m cumming. Uh, Oh, right in your mouth. Oh, it feels so good the way you suck me.”
He drilled a finger deep inside Julia’s pussy and worked it into a lather as his rod sprayed buckets of gooey cum splattering over his friend’s face and into his gulping mouth.
“That’s it baby, finger my pussy,” Julia shouted, adding her screams to Rupert’s. “Oh, I’m almost there. Come on up here and fuck me son,” she said, knowing that Ruper was spent.
Jim clambered up from between his friend’s legs, giving him a pat on the back and grinning at him. He crawled to between his mother’s thighs and spread them apart, holding them posed in a wishbone shape and squeezing their succulent texture in his strong fingers. She shivered with anticipation as he lowered his dick to her already steaming pussy.
“That’s it, fuck me baby. Fuck your mother.”
Jim pierced her with one swift motion and jammed his dick in to her quivering cunt, sending a shiver up his spine at the intensity of the feeling. It always gave him an extra thrill to be fucking is own mother. He reamed her relentlessly, slamming his manhood into her with the reckless abandon of youth, filling her with his swollen member.
“Oh you little fucker. You sweet mother fucker,” she screamed at him, digging her nails into his back. “Fuck me. Make me cum. Come on baby. Do it to me.”
Jim pounded for all he was worth, feeling the slick shaft of his dick sluicing up inside his mother’s red hot cunt, feeling it grip him like a tight fitting glove, feeling it start to milk him of his creamy love juice.
He started cumming with ferocious intensity, letting out animal grunts that filled the air and drove his mother into her own orgasm. They shook together as his hot milky juice poured into her in spurts that rocked the room. Each hot blast overtook the one before and Jim was writhing in her iron grip as he shot his spunk deep into his mother’s wailing pussy.
Meanwhile, Rupert had gotten excited all over again and was busily fisting his cock to the point of another explosion. As Jim fucked into his mother and filled her pussy with his creamy cum, Rupert erupted and sprayed a hot fountain over her tits and face. She reached out and grabbed hold of his slippery prick to coax the last of its juice out. She clamped her lips on it and sucked his cum into her mouth, savoring the sweet juicy taste of it on her tongue.
As their breathing returned to normal, Julia sighed and wiped traces of the cum off her body. She licked these into her mouth or fed them to one of the two willing sex slaves who had just ravished her, and each other.
“You boys are really hot. I loved watching you suck your buddy off. Almost as much as I loved it when you fucked me and I got off.”
“You’re great, Julia,” Rupert said.
“Not like my Mom at all. You’re really a hot babe.”
“Thanks Rupert. You’re pretty hot yourself. Now, I’m up for a shower. Anyone want to join me?”
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WARNING: This is a very gay story. It includes sexual activities between two minors, both aged 14. If you have any problems with that please do not continue reading. Also, the character Ace in this story was inspired by Bax 026’s sleepover series. I take no credit for the originality of that character. Enjoy.
Rcik meant to seduce his sister but mom got hooked instead!
What an afternoon in the woods and we had company!
I double pasted this story. Here is the story of my daughter finding out about my trips to a massage parlor and her freind Crystal make a plan to build Crystals college fund.
Been busy but here is chapter 3
Don gets a surprise when his niece steps out of the shower, instead of his regular piece of pussy
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the actual Harry Potter series, its author, characters or book and movie franchises. This story has not been sold or created for profit.
Story Codes: Mf, exhib, grope, hand, magic, unif
Harry Potter: Harry Potter And The Legacy Of Hogwarts Part 6 – Classes Begin Part 2
by Avatrek ([email protected])
As Ron, Ginny and Luna’s day went relatively well, Hermione’s had been nothing short of a disaster. Her first class had been double potions and after being stuck sitting with both Malfoy and Snape, she got caught by Professor Slughorn wearing a skirt two inches longer then the regulation size. As a punishment for such a major infraction, Hermione was subjected to a pubic spanking from the perverted Potions Master and a further detention the following weekend. If that wasn’t enough, she had to endure the entire class doing her best to not to knock Malfoy out for groping her. The only good thing about Hermione’s first day was that she was able to spot the first of four magical objects Dumbledore had sent her and her friends back in time to locate. The problem that she now faced as the first half of the first day came to a close and she and Harry met in the Great Hall for lunch, was that she now believed Malfoy had somehow already stolen the magical cauldron and had found some way to duplicate it and replace it without anyone knowing, including Slughorn.
“You’re sure that duplicate you made me will pass any inspection?” Malfoy asked Snape as they sat down together at the Slytherin table.
“Of course it will… As long as Slughorn doesn’t use any of the potions he brews in the fake he’ll never know.” Snape replied, reassuring a weary Malfoy that the cauldron he had faked with a replicating spell would not be detected so easily.
“And you’re sure the alterations I made to the potion will work?” Malfoy asked him sceptically.
“Yes… The change will be subtle, but the effect you’re going for will work. And just remember, you owe me, so you better make good on your promise to put in a good word with the Dark Lord.” Snape told Malfoy as he got up to leave.
“As long as you keep it safe under those enchantments you told me about, you’ll be in his good books.” Malfoy told him before slyly turning around to face an eavesdropping Harry and Hermione. “And what the hell do you two want? He said standing up and pulling out his wand too quickly for either Harry or Hermione to react to.
“Oh hi Professor!” Harry said out loud looking behind Malfoy to see Slughorn walking down the aisle towards them. Malfoy quickly put away his wand and left the two of them with a devilish little smirk.
“I wonder what he was grinning about? We now know that he plans to use that potion Slughorn brewed and that Snape’s holding the cauldron for him.” Hermione reasoned, downing the rest of her goblet of pumpkin juice in a single swig before standing up and making ready to go to her afternoon class with Harry. Ron soon joined them and as they walked down the hallway to their Muggle Studies class, Hermione suddenly felt a wave dizziness hit her.
“Are you alright Hermione?” Ron asked Hermione, as she stopped to regain her composure.
“Go ahead… I just need to use the bathroom really quick.” Hermione told them as a tingling ran through her body.
“Alright… but don’t be late again… You don’t need another detention.” Harry told Hermione before he and Ron continued on their way while Hermione walked towards the nearest bathroom.
‘FUCK FUCK FUCK!’ Hermione thought to herself as she turned on the nearest faucet and splashed her face with the cold water hoping to snap out of the dizziness and numbness that had spread throughout her body. Although she hoped that she was just being paranoid, Hermione knew what was happening. She had thought Malfoy had just pulled out his wand to curse her and Harry in the Great Hall, but in fact, had pulled it out to cast a non-verbal spell. Using his wand he had evidently used a switching spell to substitute her potion with the altered potion Slughorn had made. As the tingles ran through her body and a fuzzy warmth ran up her spine, Hermione’s worries and suspicions quickly melted away. With a wet white dress shirt and a new look on life, Hermione made her way to her Muggle Studies class.
As the transformation of the potion took its lasting effect on Hermione, Harry and Ron entered the Muggle Studies classroom to see a very interesting sight.
“Holy fuck… Look at all these Muggle nudie pictures all over the walls,” Ron said with awe as he looked around at all the pictures of attractive and very naked women. “But what is Playboy?” Ron asked Harry with intrigue as he stared at a magazine pinned to one of the walls.
“It’s a nudie magazine from the Muggle world and if my guess is right, our professor is a big fan.” Harry said with glee in his eyes, remembering the first time he stole one of his uncle’s magazines and masturbated to all the pretty naked ladies.
“Is that… No it can’t be… Harry, I think that’s my Dad!” Ron said to Harry as Ron looked up at the thin, slightly balding redheaded man writing something on the blackboard.
“Fuck me… I think it is… You never told me that your Dad taught at Hogwarts.” Harry said bewildered.
“I never knew… He never told me.” Ron replied, hardly believing his eyes as his own father turned to greet them.
“You must be Harry and Ron, our newest students at Hogwarts… I am Professor Weasley and I’ll be substituting for Professor Wilson while she takes her maternity leave.” Mr. Weasley told Harry and Ron as the rest of the students filed into the room. “Just between you and me, she got a little too frisky with a few too many of her fifth year students last year and ended up with a bun in the oven.” Mr. Weasley whispered to them, before he walked back up to the front of the room and greeted the rest of the class.
“Welcome back sixth years, to NEWT level Muggle Studies… I am Professor Weasley and I will be taking over for Professor Wilson while she takes her maternity leave…” Mr. Weasley told the entire class as Harry and Ron looked back to see both James and Sirius laughing. Harry quickly realized who the previous professor had been a little too familiar with last year and why both Sirius and James had taken Muggle Studies. On a second glance, Harry realized that that there wasn’t a single girl in the entire class and as Mr. Weasley started speaking again, Ron pointed out the same thing seconds later.
“Hey James… Why aren’t there any girls in this class?” Ron asked, as Mr. Weasley continued on without noticing.
“Well it was because Professor Wilson didn’t allow any girls in Muggle Studies, but now that she’s on maternity leave, I thought there would be at least a few. Judging from the setup here, I don’t think they’d find it anymore welcoming.” James told Ron and Harry, looking around at all the photos of naked ladies.
“I think Hermione may have a problem with my Dad’s obvious fixation with naked Muggle girls.” Ron said to Harry as they opened their Muggle Studies textbooks and quickly found out that they’d be partaking in Muggle photography lessons for the first few weeks of the school term.
“Ah… That’s why there are Muggle photographs all over the place… It doesn’t exactly explain why they’re all naked though, does it?” Harry said to Ron as Mr. Weasley asked for everyone’s attention.
“As you can see, we will be exploring the fascinating Muggle art of photography for the first month of the term. I can’t tell you how much I admire the Muggle photographers of Playboy for their truly inspiring work and that is why we will be focusing on the female form during our lessons.” Mr Weasley said, to the obvious elation of the entire class. “Unfortunately however, we do not have any female students with us today, so my call for a volunteer will be pointless…” He continued until abruptly interrupted by the entrance of the gorgeous and clearly flustered Hermione Granger.
“Uhhhh… Sorry Professor… I got held – wait… Mr. Weasley…?” Hermione said, astonished to see a far younger Mr. Weasley, while every boy in the class stared at her wet white dress shirt and her perky rosy nipples.
“Yes. Hermione Stranger, is it? I believe we’ve found our first volunteer, class.” Mr. Weasley replied looking elated, along with almost the entire class. “It’s either that or detention Hermione…?”
“Well I guess so…” Hermione replied looking un-phased as she looked around the room, first at all the photos of naked Muggles and then at the fact that she was the only girl in the entire class. “What would I have to do?” She went on, certain that the answer would be something perverted.
“Oh, nothing much. Just stand up her on this podium and look pretty.” Mr. Weasley responded, pointing down at a small inclined podium which he wanted Hermione to come and stand on. Hermione looked over at Ron and Harry quickly for some indication of what was coming, but they either had no clue or they didn’t want her to find out. As she slowly walked to the front of the class sporting her ridiculously short skirt, Hermione was certain every boy in the class was staring at her tight little ass with every step she took. As she passed the second last row of students, a tall blond Hufflepuff boy reached over and squeezed her ass quickly, causing Hermione to look over at the boy and give him a devilish smirk as the class cheered in approval. Normally Hermione would have turned around and hexed the pervert for squeezing her ass, but for some reason, the thought of being groped didn’t seem that offensive to her anymore. Before stepping on the podium, Hermione looked down the front row to see a laughing Draco Malfoy, clearly overjoyed at the fact that his plan had worked and Hermione had ingested the powerful love potion he had slipped her. As Hermione took the podium and got ready for her impending photo shoot, a twinge of horniness passed through her after seeing Malfoy.
“Excellent… As I was saying, we will be studying the erotic art of photography over the next month and as Hermione here has so graciously volunteered her services for the first class of the term, we will all spend the rest of the class taking photos of her while she removes her clothing.” Mr. Weasley told the class as Hermione turned around to look at the horny redheaded man she had always greatly respected.
“Did you just want to see me naked Professor?” Hermione smirked, quite certain that Mr. Weasley had always had a crush on her in her own time and even though he had never made a move on her, she knew his eyes were continually glued to her ass when no one was looking.
“Yes Hermione… That’s the spirit; let’s see that sexy little ass.” Mr. Weasley replied with eagerness before standing right behind her and grabbing the waistband of her tiny skirt. Hermione stood there, frozen in shock as Mr. Weasley slowly slid down her skirt and revealed to the class, her stunning, slightly red ass. “Now, since there are only enough cameras for half of the class, I will need you to pair up and begin taking photographs while Miss Stranger continues to disrobe.” Mr. Weasley said as he took off Hermione’s skirt and ran his tongue down Hermione’s thigh without anyone but Hermione knowing.
As the class picked up their cameras and started snapping pictures of Hermione’s slightly reddened ass, Ron and Harry were tempted to go up to Hermione and help her out of the situation she was in, but decided against it, knowing that their mission was too important to sacrifice over something so trivial and the fact that Hermione seemed to be enjoying herself. Standing beside the enthusiastic duo of Sirius and James, Ron and Harry started snapping pictures too, getting close-ups of Hermione’s fantastic ass.
“Remember class, these photos will be graded, so make sure you focus the lens and take into account the lighting of the room.” Mr. Weasley interjected as Harry and Ron looked through their Muggle Studies textbooks. Again, Dumbledore had scrawled a few helpful tips in the margins, and after Harry readjusted the lens, and took a few steps to the right, his and Ron’s pictures were far clearer and better shaded than anyone else’s. In truth however, both Harry and Ron had a hard time focusing on what they were doing as Hermione slowly removed her tiny green and black thong even before being told to do so to leave her bottom half completely exposed. Ron nearly dropped the camera as he ogled Hermione’s perfect little ass and felt a small bulge begin to form in his pants. Ron wasn’t the only one feeling tightness in their crotch area; almost every boy in the class, including the Professor, Mr. Weasley was suffering the same fate.
“This slut is hot!” James said out loud to Sirius as Hermione was directed to unbutton her dress shirt and turn around to show everyone her tight trimmed teenage pussy, fit body, immaculate perky breasts, small rosy nipples and a reddening face.
“Very well done Hermione… I think that will do unless you wish to get a few bonus marks for the lesson?” Mr. Weasley asked Hermione, taking a long hard look at her tight little ass and imagining what he would do to her if he had her all alone. Mr. Weasley may have been married, with three boys, including one that was only a few weeks old, but he couldn’t deny the temptation that he felt as he took in the naked beauty in front of him.
“Bonus marks?” Hermione asked interestedly, not caring in the slightest that several boys were now whistling at her and making some rude comments while she waited for a better explanation. Hermione may have been under the influence of the powerful love potion Malfoy had given her, but she could not pass up the opportunity of getting some bonus marks. Besides, as long as she was naked, she might as well score a few extra marks out of the entire ordeal.
“We will need a male volunteer and your consent as well.” Mr. Weasley replied, looking over at the eager boys standing on their desks, jumping up and down, shouting out to volunteer for whatever he had in mind.
“No one’s fucking me!” Hermione shouted out at the extremely eager boys, before turning around to look back at Mr. Weasley for a full explanation. The love potion that was impairing her sexual inhibitions, was also opening her mind to a whole new realm of possibilities when it came to using her sex appeal to get what she wanted. Simply giving it up to a random boy for nothing but a few marks wouldn’t be too smart, even though Hermione was already starting to fantasize about being stuffed from behind in front of everyone.
“Oh no, of course not… That kind of behaviour is against school regulations during class anyways… All I want is a little more variety in the photos Miss Stranger.” Mr. Weasley said, clearly not telling Hermione everything he had planned for her.
“It sounds like fun to me, but why does it have to be one of them… Can’t it be you?” Hermione suggested, really wanting those bonus marks and a chance to see Mr. Weasley’s cock. With almost every boy, including Malfoy with his hand in the air, basically bouncing on the spot, Mr. Weasley considered the proposition.
“I guess I should lead by example.” Mr. Weasley said with joy as all the boys collectively looked furious at the redheaded Muggle Studies Professor. Hermione looked down the first row at Malfoy and for a second had the urge to jump off the platform she was standing on and fuck his brains out, but before she could, Mr. Weasley had joined her and was taking off all his clothes. Had Hermione not been under the influence of the love potion and surrounded by a group of horny teenage boys in the year 1976, she would have thought this almost too weird to be true, but after seeing Mr. Weasley’s semi-hard shaft, any thoughts of awkwardness or embarrassment instantly disappeared. Mr. Weasley proceeded to order the disappointed teenage boys to take their pictures or face detention and before long, the cameras were snapping away and Hermione was placed in a number of odd positions for the photo shoot. One of which included her on her knees with one of her hands around her cock, not massaging it, only holding it. Mr. Weasley was fully hard now and was fantasizing about picking her up and slamming his shaft into her as hard as he could when he looked down at his watch and realized the class was just about over.
“Alright class… That will do it for today’s class… I think we should all give Hermione here a big round of applause before departing.” Mr. Weasley said as Hermione stood back up still holding onto his cock. As the class applauded and proceeded to put away their cameras, Hermione leaned towards Mr. Weasley and whispered something in his ear with her fingers still wrapped around his shaft.
“If you ever need me to give me some private lessons, I wouldn’t mind so much!” Hermione whispered seductively before letting him go and getting dressed.
With the first day over and Hermione under the influence of a powerful love potion that would at least last the entire year, Malfoy’s plan was coming to fruition and while Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Luna became distracted by the temptations around them, his diabolical plans were just beginning to unfold.
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Anna is a 17 year old who is graduating high school, and is tired of fucking guys who do nothing for her… Until she meets Derek.
It was getting late and my husband Don still wasn’t home from work. I anxiously tried on a pink baby doll nightie. It was adorable, but not right for tonight. I changed into my emerald green corset. My boobs looked magnificent in that outfit, but it still wasn’t right. This was supposed to be the night the next big part of my fantasy came true, and I wanted everything to be perfect.
I thought about the look on my son Evan’s face when he watched me masturbate with him two nights ago, and I suddenly felt a warm tingle between my legs. Then I thought about how he fucked me last night while my husband watched, and it was all I could do to keep from making myself cum right then and there. I didn’t even dare to imagine how great tonight might be.
Don rushed into our bedroom looking frazzled. He immediately began undressing.
“I’m sorry, hon, I got caught in a meeting that ran long, then traffic…”
“I’m just glad you’re here. I was afraid you were having second thoughts.”
“Believe me I am. And third thoughts, and a fourth thoughts.” He pulled off his pants and kicked them aside. “I love what you’re wearing.”
“I’m naked.”
“Exactly!” Don pulled off his undershirt and boxers. “Does Evan know what you have in mind for tonight?”
“No. All I told him was he should go take a long shower and get cleaned up.”
“I should take one myself.” He nervously tugged at his soft cock. What a cutie. “Then a few quick drinks would help.”
“Sweetheart,” I went to him and hugged him, “if you really don’t want to do this, tell me now before things go too far.”
“I promised I’d help you fulfill this fantasy of yours, and I won’t let you down, hon. You know I’d do anything for you.”
“It’s not just for me.” I felt Don’s penis begin to stiffen against my belly. “Evan really is confused and he needs a safe way to explore his sexuality. I just hope we’re not damaging him with all this.”
“From the look on his face when he was laying into you last night, I’d say he was one happy dude.”
“So, you still think it’s okay what we’re doing with him?”
“Maybe not according to Dr. Phil, but I don’t think we’re doing anything hurtful. We have a pretty well-adjusted family life otherwise, and we’re doing this because we love our son. I wish my mom would’ve helped me out this way.”
“Want me to call her and see if she’ll come over.”
“Don’t you dare!” He tickled me until I squealed. “It sounds like your boy is done in the shower, so I’m going to get cleaned up and see about that drink. You get in there and work your magic, hot mama.”
I finally decided what to wear and put it on. I went to Evan’s room, not bothering with a robe this time. I knocked and went in. What I saw blew my mind. His room was spotless. If I had known sexual bribes would have gotten him to do his chores like this I’d have started molesting him years ago!
Evan was putting his clothes in his hamper (another first!) and was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I gazed at his broad shoulders and couldn’t believe he used to be my little boy. I closed the door, and he turned and checked me out.
I had on a white mesh body stocking that hugged me like a second skin. The light fabric made my dark nipples really stand out, and it was crotchless ,so we’d all have easy access to my sweet honey pie. I couldn’t resist wearing high heels again to complete the ensemble.
“Wow, Mom, you’ve got a lot of slutty outfits!”
“You think I look like a slut?”
“I mean in a good way,” Evan stammered. I smiled and let him off the hook.
“Your dad likes me to get slutty for him, and I thought you might, too.” I could see his cock getting hard under the towel.
“Yeah, I definitely like it, Mom.”
“And look,” I turned around, “it’s open in the back also.” I bent forward and spread my cheeks so he could see everything back there. “See how wet I am already?”
“Can I put it in you now?” Evan dropped his towel and stepped toward me.
“Not yet.” I turned around and stopped torturing him. “I want to wait for your dad.”
“Oh, okay,” he said, not seeming the least bit self-conscious about the idea this time.
“Anyway, it’ll give us a chance to talk while we wait.” I took a seat at his desk, and he sat on his neatly made bed.
“Did you get cleaned up real good like I told you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Did you clean your back side?”
“Sure did.”
“Let me see,” I said using my mom voice on him. He smiled bashfully, then lay back and lifted his legs. He reached around and spread his muscular ass cheeks for me. His butthole was a clean, pink pucker that made me want to eat him up. He looked so lovable in that pose, I hated to let it end. “All right, looks good to me.”
“I bet I have the kinkiest mom out of all my friends.”
“I do my best,” I joked back. “So, tell me how you feel about last night.”
“It was the best night of my life. I’m sorry I was too quick.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, honey. I was pretty quick myself.” I couldn’t resist parting my legs a little and letting him see my pussy while we chatted. “Did you like it when your father played with himself while he watched us?”
“It was a little strange seeing Dad naked, and touching himself, but it was exciting when he came so hard like that. It was sexy the way you showed him your pussy to make him totally horny.”
“He liked watching you, too. Your father told me he thought you had a very nice cock.”
There was a knock and Don came in. Again, he was in his robe and this time had a scotch on the rocks with him.
“Hey, kids! What’s the fah-shizzle in the nizzle?”
“Dad, please.” Evan rolled his eyes and we laughed.
“I was thinking,” I said as I stood up, “I’d start things off tonight by sucking on our son’s dick.”
“Sounds like a capital idea, my sweet,” Don pronounced with comic bluster. “By all means, proceed.” He took a swig of his drink, sat in the chair, and opened his robe straight away.
“Stand up over here, honey,” I told Evan. He got up and I positioned him right in front of my husband and turned him to the side so Don would have a perfect view. I knelt down in front of my son and came eye-to-eye with his throbbing cock. I waited.
“Mom, I want you to suck my dick. Please.” My boy was such a fast learner. He spoke up again just as I was about to start. “Oh, and Dad, you have a very nice cock, too.”
“Why thank you, Son.” Don smiled proudly and got another eye roll, this time from me.
I turned my attention back to Evan, and took his hard member in my hand. I began by licking the head of his cock, tasting the salty moisture inside his pee hole. I wrapped my lips around the tip, and eased it into my mouth, just to the point where ridge of his glans passed my front teeth. I sucked and tongued only the head for a long while.
I then took him farther into my mouth. I could hear Don’s balls slapping right next to me as she started jacking himself off. I reached over and rested my hand on his, slowing his pace. I didn’t want him to cum too soon. He got the message and slowed down.
I’ve never mastered the fine art of deep throat, so I was only able to get about half my son’s penis into my mouth, but from the sounds of his moans that was plenty. I held onto Evan’s hips as I sucked him, moving up and down on his shaft.
“How does it feel to have your mom’s lips wrapped around you like that, buddy?”
“It’s real nice, Dad. Does Mom suck your penis a lot?”
“Are you kidding? She can’t get enough of this monster. Ain’t that right, babe?” He reached out and smacked me on the ass.
I didn’t respond, and let them have their fun while I indulged in giving my boy his first blowjob.
“Mom said you like to cum in her mouth.”
“You know that a woman really loves you when she swallows,” Don chuckled. I noted that I’d have to do some damage control later, after he was done giving our son his bad advice. “I also like to pull out sometimes and cum on your mom’s pretty face.”
I know a lot of women hate that, but I love it when Don gives me a big, messy facial.
“Put your hands on her head, Son,” Don advised. “Relax and feel the flow.” He took another swig of his scotch.
Evan did put his hands on my head. He didn’t push or try to force me, and like a perfect gentleman he was content to just ‘feel the flow’ as his father put it. I was torn in that moment. I could sense that Evan was getting close to cumming, and I very much wanted to taste him, but I also wanted to play out my fondest fantasy. I reluctantly pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Dad was feeling a little left out last night, you know,” I said to Evan. “Would it be okay with you if he joined in?”
“Sure,” Evan responded without hesitation. “I don’t want to hog you all to myself, Mom.”
“Actually, honey,” I kissed the tip of his dick, “he wants to do what I’m doing.” It wasn’t registering with him. “With you.” He still looked confused.
“What your mother’s trying to say is…I’d like to suck your cock, Son.”
I looked up at Evan, praying he would say yes.
“Really, Dad? You want to put my penis in your mouth?”
“Only if you give the go ahead. If you’re not comfortable with it, just say the word and you and Mom can go at it, and I’ll stay here on the sidelines.”
I nuzzled Evan’s cock, willing him to agree with every horny cell in my body.
“Well…I guess it’s all right with me, if that’s what you want.”
Don gulped down the last of his drink, stood up, dropped his robe, then knelt down next to me. My heart practically flew out of my chest I was so happy. It was about to happen. I was making my fantasy come true. I was going to see my beloved husband suck his own son’s cock. It was one of the best sexual gifts a mother could wish for.
I did my best to make it an easy transition for them. I wrapped my lips around Evan’s cock once again, and gave him a few strokes with my mouth. I took it out and directed my son’s cock toward my husband’s face. Don was scared. I could see him trying not to shake. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. I fed Evan’s penis in and his lips closed around it.
Chills erupted in a dozen different spots in my body in that moment, and swirled through me all at once. I got lightheaded, like I’d had one too many, and felt as if I was going to float away. My son’s cock was actually in my husband’s mouth. Right now, right in front of me, and it was beyond fantastic.
“Oh, hon, that’s perfect,” I gushed. “Now go easy, take a second to get used to it.” I watched as my husband acclimated himself to the strange new sensations. His jaw relaxed and he took a few tentative strokes. “You okay up there, Evan?”
“Um, yeah. Dad’s not as good as you, Mom, but it feels all right.”
“Be patient with him, this is his first time, darling.”
I backed up so I could get a full view, and my skin tingled with delight. I plunged my fingers into my pussy and began frantically fucking myself as I watched my husband suck cock. I cursed myself for not having thought of bringing the video camera. My pussy was making loud squishing sounds, and I pounded my fingers into my sopping wet hole.
“You guys look so sexy. I like seeing my husband with a big cock in his mouth.”
Don was getting the hang of it and his head was bobbing a little faster. He surprised me by reaching up and massaging Evan’s balls as he blew him. Evan then reached out and put his hands on his father’s head, just like he had done with me.
“That’s it, baby,” I groaned. “Fuck your daddy’s mouth right in front of me. Make him suck your cock real good.”
I was pinching and pulling at my nipples, upset now that I wore the body suit as it prevented me from giving them the harsh treatment I craved at this moment. I did the best I could as I continued masturbating my pussy like crazy.
“Oh, yes,” Evan moaned. “Don’t stop, Dad.”
I knew this was it. My son was about to cum in my husband’s mouth. Don wasn’t pulling away, he was actually going to go through with it.
Evan’s body tensed, and his face contorted, and I could tell he was squirting his load in his father’s mouth. My son was actually cumming in my husband’s mouth.
My mounting orgasm burst to life between my legs. It coursed through me, echoing from every nerve ending and crashing back to my pussy like a symphony of phenomenal pleasure. It was my orgasm of all orgasms, and I’ll never forget it.
Evan pulled out of his dad’s mouth, and his spit-slicked cock looked more delicious to me than ever. Don looked at me with panic in his eyes, and I realized he was holding a mouthful of our son’s cum.
“Don’t do anything,” I panted and lay down between my boys. “I want it. Give it to me.”
I opened my mouth and my husband leaned down and let Evan’s load of sperm spill into my mouth. I was fingering my clit the whole time, and as soon as that salty gob of semen hit my tongue I went off again. While not nearly as intense as a few seconds ago, the added thrill of tasting my son’s cum for the first time made it special. I swallowed it a little bit at a time as my orgasm slowly ebbed.
“Now I want yours,” I informed my husband. I was delirious with ecstasy and didn’t want it to end.
Don began jacking off over my face, and poor Evan didn’t know what to do.
“Get down between my legs, honey,” I instructed him. “Hurry, put your cock in me.”
Evan quickly obeyed, and in a matter of seconds I had my son’s penis back inside my pussy. I was so revved up, he didn’t need to know how to make a woman cum to get me off–he just needed to be in there.
In less than a minute, Don thrust his cock toward my parted lips and let loose. Several jets of cum shot into my mouth as my son watched. Right as his father finished, Evan dipped his head forward and licked a stray drop semen from my lip. Just as he did that, Evan himself came again, emptying his load forcefully into my pussy.
All this male climaxing sparked off another orgasm for me, and I had to quickly swallow my husband’s cum so I could scream out loud with pure animal rapture.
We were reduced to a pile of sweaty bodies, no one able to speak, each of us still coming down from our orgasmic highs. I had a worrying thought in that blissful moment.
I had conceived of this family exploration as a limited frolic, but I was beginning to wonder if I’d be able to give this up. I was in serious danger of letting my son become my fetish. One that I could easily become addicted to. I had to make sure I never forgot it was more about Evan than about me.
“Okay, boys,” I nudged them out of their stupor. “I think that’s enough fun for tonight.”
We tucked Evan into bed, and kissed him goodnight. As I was leaving he called out to me.
“Mom? Tomorrow night, do you think I can maybe lick your pussy?”
“I don’t see why not…as long as someone cuts the grass before I get home from work.”
I know I’m awful, but it was a good for him to learn about the true power of the pussy.
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A month had gone by since Ashley and Tracie had shown up at my doorstep, and what a month it had been! I had two beautiful women living with me, loving me, and we didn’t see any reason we couldn’t continue that way for the rest of our lives. Little did we know, the party was about to get a little bit bigger…
The first time the three of us made love, Ashley whispered to me a desire to be fucked in the ass. I happily obliged, and since I’ve spent countless hours buried inside Ashely’s loving, heavenly asshole. Tracie was on board with the idea, she thought anal was intriguing and hot, and she loved to help me tongue and finger Ashley’s ass. But Tracie was still only fifteen and the thought of having her own ass invaded by anything, much less destroyed by my considerable cock, scared her. Ashley and I had tried to talk her into trying it, and while she’d expressed some curiosity, we’d never gotten her to take the plunge.
On a crisp Saturday morning, the three of us bundled up in winter gear and headed into the cold. It was just before Christmas and the I decided we needed a Christmas tree. There was miles of wilderness behind my property, whose land it was I had no idea, but I knew we’d be able to hike back there and find a nice fur tree plucked straight from the forest instead of off some lot.
The snow crunched under our feet as we weaved a path through the woods, throwing snowballs and horsing around for at least an hour. It was late morning and chilly. I had already cum once today, I had bent Ashley over the kitchen island and thoroughly pounded her cunt before draining my balls into Tracie’s waiting little mouth, and while everyday with these two meant multiple escapades I didn’t expect anything to happen out here.
Tracie and I had tackled Ashley into a soft snow pile, the three of us melting into a joint kiss, when Tracie suddenly pulled free. “Right now, I’m ready,” she said with eagerness in her eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“I want to try anal, right now,” she said hurriedly.
“Now? Out here?” Ashley asked.
“C’mon,” Tracie pleaded, fumbling to undo her snow pants, “before I get too scared and change my mind!” Tracie removed her jacket, there were still plenty of layers underneath, and laid it out as a blanket. She quickly pulled her snow pants and panties down to her knees and propped herself on her elbows, her naked, white, creamy ass pointed sky high and shone in the bright sun.
“You know what to do,” I said to Ashley. She and I had talked about fucking Tracie’s luscious ass numerous times, so we had a plan. “Tracie,” I said aloud, “Ashley is going to get you nice and ready for me. You just relax.”
Ashley knelt behind Tracie and leaned in. I watched as she gently spread her tight cheeks and Tracie’s puckered butt hole winked at us. It looked beautiful, a tiny dark spot an inch from her smooth pussy. Ashley moved in and began to soak her asshole, sending shivers through Tracie and blood to my cock. I was hypnotized as Ashley’s wiggling tongue wormed its way around and into Tracie’s tender hole. Ashley burrowed lovingly, moaning deeply as she finally tasted the one part of Tracie she never had before, and Tracie sighed and giggled as a gentle tongue tickled her sphincter. I watched for what felt like forever, my cock straining, until I decided it was time for the second phase of our plan.
Ashley and I had decided, based on experience, that it would be best for Tracie if my cock was thoroughly slick and lubed when I tried to fit it inside her virgin ass. In order to achieve this, I swung around behind Ashley and pulled her pants down. The cold air shocked my rigid cock, and by comparison Ashley’s warm, velvety pussy felt steaming hot. She purred as I eased my way in, gently fucking her, planning to use her juicy pussy as lube for our upcoming debauchery.
By this time Ashley had worked her pinkie into Tracie’s tight ass. Tracie mumbled and moaned, yelping at new sensations, but so far she hadn’t lost her nerve. The whole spectacle was enough to drive me overboard but I held strong, my cock throbbing and ready. I slid it free of Ashley and said it was time.
Tracie looked at my pulsing cock, glimmering and thick, and shuddered. “Mark, promise me you’ll take my anal virginity.”
“Oh, I promise!” I smiled.
“No, I mean, you have to do this, no matter how much I say no. I’m feeling scared again, I don’t think I can handle something so big, so I need you to force it in even if I scream bloody murder.”
“You can handle it, baby, you’ll love it!” Ashley sent encouragement.
“I just, I’m gonna say no, I’m gonna try to resist, ‘cause I’m too scared, so you have to force me, ok?” Tracie’s voice was trembling.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to fuck that ass whether you like it or not.”
I mounted Tracie and my cock pressed up against her impossibly tight hole. She bit her lip and I felt her whole body go tense. Ashley knelt behind us and reached her hand in to hold Tracie’s ass apart. I pushed down, slowly, and felt Tracie’s tender hole fight me. She screamed relentlessly, a violent echo pulsing through the forest, as I crushed my cock down into her. When the force finally bore her open her scream became an empty, open-mouthed, silent cry. Her ass spread to a width she’d never imagined, a tight ring suffocating my cock, and Ashley mumbled words of encouragement.
“Nahhhhh!!! No! Fuck, no! Mark, get out, get out of my ass!!!!” Tracie screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Nuh uh, baby, you’re ass is getting fucked!”
“Fuck! No, it hurts, Mark! Fuck! Please, please, please!” she cried. Somehow, this made the whole experience that much hotter. Her body squirmed but was held beneath my weight. Her ass twitched and clenched, but Ashley held her open and with each passing second I bore another millimeter deeper. To my surprise, Ashley got in on the action.
“Shut up, you little whore, you love it! This is how we treat little sluts like you, right Mark, we fuck every slutty hole on their bodies!” Ashley hollered. This surprised me enough, but then I felt a strange sensation deep inside Tracie. It was Ashley’s fingers, two of them probing deep inside Tracie’s pussy and rubbing the underside of my cock through her flesh. Tracie wasn’t just being anal fucked for the first time, she was being double penetrated.
By the time I’d gotten balls deep in Tracie’ ass she’d lost the ability to form words. She grunted each time my cock punched deep inside her and soon I was grunting as well, nearing explosion.
“That’s right, baby, he’s gonna cum in your ass! Your ass is just another cum hole for him, you fucking whore!” Ashley’s abusive language drove me wild, and I fiercely fucked downwards and landed deep in Tracie’s abused rectum. I unloaded, my cock spasming and pulsing inside Tracie’s ass. I filled her with hot cum, pumping it in deep, dark corners of her bowels.
The three of us collapsed together and laid for a long time in the snow, catching our breath. Tracie thanked us both for not stopping and we showered her with affection.
After picking out a tree we stumbled our way back to the house. As we walked, I noticed footprints in the snow that seemed out of place. I didn’t mention it to the girls, didn’t want to scare them, but I was sure there were human boot tracks that had followed us that weren’t any of ours.
The mystery of the tracks in the snow nagged at me for the rest of the day. We had made ourselves busy with Christmas decorations, but the whole time I was side tracked and concerned. By night fall I felt like we needed to get out of the house, so I suggested the three of us take the short ride into town and see a movie.
The little town nearby was a dinky, quite place. Even on a Saturday night, the one-screen movie house was just about empty. The three of us took our seats in a back corner of the big theater with no one around us for rows. Tracie was to my left and Ashley to my right, and I leaned back comfortably and put my arms around them.
By the middle of the film Ashley’s hand was beneath my belt and slowly stroking my cock. I looked around to make sure we were in the clear before slowly unzipping my pants and poking my cock through the fly. I heard Tracie giggle and Ashley wasted no time, lowering into my lap and smothering my cock. I closed my eyes and leaned back, letting the pleasure overwhelm me, and I drifted off and enjoyed a loving blowjob. Tracie gently ran her fingers through Ashley’s hair and my hand fell to Ashley’s ass. I turned to Tracie and we locked in a passionate kiss that didn’t break for most of the rest of the film.
Ashley had spectacular skill, it was like she knew my cock better than I, and she worked me thoroughly but never let me release. The blowjob lasted forever, it was heavenly, but I needed it to finish before the movie ended and the lights came on. Still kissing Tracie, I moved my hand up and held the back of Ashley’s head firmly. I began to flex my hips, fucking upwards into Ashley’s mouth and forcing my cock into her throat. Her soft gags were lovely. I moaned into Tracie’s mouth as a dense load of cum erupted and disappeared into Ashley’s belly.
When I finally opened my eyes I was shocked and scared to discover that someone had spotted us. Across the theater I saw a woman staring directly at me with a stern look on her face. I couldn’t make out much about her and I prayed she hadn’t noticed that one of the women with me was underage.
The movie ended and the stranger had already left, leaving me to wonder if she’d headed off to call the cops. But in the lobby I saw her, leaning against the wall near the bathrooms, and when my eyes met hers she motioned for me with one curling finger. Shit! What the fuck was going on?
When we got to my car I lied to my girls, something I didn’t like doing, and said I must have dropped my wallet in the theater and that I needed to go look for it. They offered to help but I insisted they stay in the car. I hustled back inside, afraid of what I would find.
When I reentered the theater I saw her there again, and she slipped inside the women’s restroom when she saw me. I looked around and made sure no one saw me before hustling in there myself. She leaned against a sink and had her arms folded, a coy smile on her face. She had dark black hair that flowed past her shoulders and as far as I could tell a trim figure. She must have been in her late thirties. She had on professional attire, a bit overdressed for the movies, and I noticed she had distinctly full lips. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t trying to guess how many cocks she’d wrapped them around, even though at the time I was scared and nervous. I also noticed she had deeply tan skin and, upon further inspection, she was certainly of Native American decent.
“I’m glad you stopped to talk with me, or else I’d have to call the police,” she said, frowning.
“Listen, I’m real sorry about what you saw back there, I didn’t think anyone was in the theater or else I never…”
“Yeah, public nudity and a blowjob are one thing, but a slap on the wrist for those. Now, anally raping a fifteen year old girl, that would really get some attention, don’t you think?”
I was taken aback. “I don’t know…”
“Yes, you do. Mark, you had your cock so far up Tracie’s ass it nearly came out the other end!” How did she know our names? “And you and I both know she was consenting, but that doesn’t matter if she’s underage. Plus, it wouldn’t be too hard for me to edit the footage and make it look an awful lot like rape.”
Holy shit. She had followed us in the woods! I had too many questions to ask all at once, so I cut to the chase. “Okay, look, is this blackmail? Because if it is I can pay, alright, there’s no need to let any of this leave this room.”
“Well,” she started to move towards me, “it is blackmail, but it isn’t money in return.”
I shook my head. “Well, what then?”
“I want in,” she said slowly, putting her hand on my arm for emphasis. She had large, hazel eyes that bore into me.
“You… wait, what?”
“I’ve been watching you guys for two weeks now, and I’m fascinated by what you have, Mark, and I want to be a part of it!” I could see excitement in her eyes as she spoke. “Listen, you should probably get back to them, but we need to talk about this. Meet me Tuesday afternoon, 1 o’clock, at the coffee place around the corner. And Mark, if you’re not there, I will go to the police.” I was stunned and she took the opportunity to plant her soft lips on mine. Then she left.
The next few days were torturous. Sure, I had more than enough fun with Ashley and Tracie, but I was distracted by the mystery woman from the movie theater and her shocking proposition. She was sexy, I wasn’t afraid to admit, but the idea of adding another woman to what was already a complex situation seemed ridiculous. Not to mention there was no way Ashley and Tracie would go for it. Our relationship was built of caring and affection, and this woman was trying to muscle her way in through force, and it would just poison the water.
Tuesday at long last came and I made a solo trip to the grocery store. Before hitting the market, however, I stopped in town for a coffee. Sitting in a corner booth was the woman, and she flashed a large smile when she saw me. She was looking at something on the table, some papers.
I got my coffee and sat across from her without a word, waiting for her to do the talking. “This is great stuff, really, I really enjoyed fingering myself to these,” she said, sliding a photo across the table to me. It was a clear shot of Tracie on her knees in the snow, my cock halfway in her ass. “Oh, and this one gets me every time!” she laughed, sliding another at me. It was a zoomed in shot of my cock, a stream of cum captured in mid-burst flying violently from me.
I covered up the photos nervously. “Okay, okay, look, what do you want?”
“For a while, I thought I’d hit the jackpot just taking these pictures. Watching you three was like having my very own, real life porn to enjoy. Then I realized, porn is nice but not really satisfying, and I had the opportunity to really join in. Haven’t you ever seen porn and just wished you could actually be there? Well, I realized this was my chance.”
“How have you been watching us for so long?” I asked.
“Mark, I’m a private investigator. Don’t worry, no one hired me or anything. I noticed you three a couple of weeks ago in town and somehow I just thought something was fishy, so I used my skills to follow you guys and see what was up. So what do you say, Mark? Can I be your third girl?”
I was flabbergasted. “Uh, I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Jessie. Mark, don’t you think I’m attractive? Don’t you think Ashley and Tracie would find me attractive?” she asked with pouting lips.
“Of course, I mean, you are, but it’s not the simple. I don’t think we could get the girls to go for it even if I wanted to.” I felt a soft pressure between my legs, Jessie was wiggling her shoeless foot against my package.
“Don’t you want to?” she asked with a smile. She nimbly flicked a button free on her blouse and revealed the top of wonderful, tan cleavage. Of course I wanted to.
“Well, yeah, but I don’t think it’s possible. And I don’t think blackmailing the girls is anyway to win their hearts. I mean, sure, you could force us to let you in, but it would be fake and loveless, it wouldn’t be genuine.”
Jessie smiled. “Mark, I’ve thought about this. I know that. Listen, the girls will never find out about the blackmail. The blackmail is just to get you to go along with my plan.”
“Which is?” I was intrigued.
“Ah, so you’re on board?”
“Well,” I paused, asking myself the same question. “Do I want to fuck you? Yes. Would you be a remarkable addition to my already unbelievable sex life? Yes. But I don’t want to fuck that up, understand?”
Jessie took that as an all out yes. “Okay, so here’s what we do. This weekend you tell the girls you want to have a big, Christmas blowout party. You get a lot of booze, decorate, the works, and the three of you get good and wild. Then, when the girl’s inhibitions have been lowered, you tell them you have a big surprise for them. Then you send me a text,” with this she scribbled a phone number down on her napkin and slid it to me. “You ordered a stripper for the party, that was the big surprise. I show up, we turn the lights down and I give a very intimate performance. By the time we get Tracie drinking schnapps out of my pussy the deal will be done. We’ll have a wild night and I’ll be in.”
Well, that certainly sounded like a plan I liked. “Hm, well, I’ve got to honest, Jessie. Even if that all goes as planned, I’m not sure that the girls will want you to join us afterwards. Who’s to say the next morning you leave and that’s that?”
“Trust me, I’ll be in. It’ll be organic, the girls will think it just developed magically. Only you and I will know the truth, and something tells me it doesn’t bother you.” I began to voice more concern but Jessie interrupted me. “Look, Mark, you have to go along with this. That’s the blackmail. You have to give my plan a try. If it doesn’t work, if the girls don’t want me in, then I won’t push it any further. You’re right, I can’t force my way into their hearts. So you have to let me try, but if it fails, I won’t bother you anymore.”
I guess I had no choice, what with the blackmail. Though, inside, I knew I liked this plan a whole lot…
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Most of my stories are like couples porn, but not this one. It involves many of the darkest sexual acts as a submissive older man and dominant younger woman find their way to love.
“Confusing, isn’t it?” I had just entered the market and turned into the produce area. I saw a twenty-something woman checking out the pineapples. She seemed to be fairly tall, but it could have just been that she was slender. Her jeans were tight around her hips and her ass was firm from where I was standing–all in all, a very pleasing sight. She placed one pineapple after another into her cart before returning it to the shelf. I walked up next to her so she could see me—I didn’t want to startle her when I spoke.
She turned, looked at me, and smiled. “Oh, damn!” I exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well, when a beautiful young woman like you smiles like that I know you’re thinking I’m old and harmless.”
She checked me out, looking up and down my body before speaking. “Oh, I don’t think you’re so old,” she said kindly.
“Yeah, right, I’m probably old enough to be your grandfather.”
“Maybe,” she said pensively, “but…you’re not. Isn’t that what really counts? And from what I can see of you I doubt you’re even close to harmless. But I do see your wedding ring.”
“Yeah, I just haven’t been able to take it off since….”
“Divorce? I hope it wasn’t too messy.”
“No…lung cancer.”
She quickly brought her hands to her face. “Oh, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to….”
“No…really…it’s OK. It happened almost nine months ago and she smoked almost a pack a day right until the end. I must have told her 5,000 times….not that it did a bit of good.”
“Still, I’m really sorry. Uh, do you know anything about pineapples? I can’t make up my mind.”
“Actually,” I said immodestly, “you’re talking to the pineapple expert,” as I puffed out my chest. “Let’s see what they have here.” I handled several, discarding them as I explained that green was BAD. When I found a brown one I held it for her to examine.”
“Oh, that one looks good.” I shook my head “NO.”
“Just feel this one…see how soft it is. Unless you eat it in one sitting it’ll be rotten before you know it. It’s much too ripe.” I checked a few others before we chose one I thought would be just right. She put it into the cart. “Now that you have one, do you know what to do with it?” She stood there looking really cute and vulnerable before admitting she had no idea. “OK, do you have a cutting board?”
“Yeah, a wooden one,” She shrunk a bit when I cringed.
“How about a knife? You’ll need a long slicing knife that’s pretty stiff. Have anything like that?” She picked up the pineapple and put it back on the shelf. I returned it to the cart. “Tell you what, if you’ll allow me to treat you to dinner I’ll show you what to do with it and I’ll bring a cutting board and a knife with me. I used to cook a lot and I have plenty, so consider them a gift, OK?”
She said nothing for almost a minute then dug into her purse for a pen and paper. She gave me her address and phone number. “By the way, I’m Sam.”
Taking the paper I asked her, “Seven, OK? By the way, I’m Sam.” It took her a moment to realize I wasn’t teasing her. She began laughing as she pointed to me saying “Sam” and back to herself repeating her name. I soon joined in the laughter as nearby shoppers gave us some really funny looks. We parted after I told her I’d see her tonight.
Chapter 2
I recognized her address as a nearby apartment complex—one of the better ones in town. I ought to know—I designed and built it and I still own it. I climbed out of my BMW M5 convertible just before seven, retrieved a bag from the trunk and walked to her door. I rang her bell at 7:02. When she opened it I couldn’t believe how really striking she was. I thought she was extremely attractive in the market when we met, but she was gorgeous now. Her short light-brown hair framed her face perfectly. He blouse was cut low enough to show some cleavage; she looked like a B or C-cup, not huge but just right for her slender frame. She had excellent posture, something I had always found appealing in a woman.
She invited me in, asking what I had brought in the bag. I walked straight into her kitchen; it was small—a galley (of course I already knew that) that was clean and neat. I pulled out a pack of acrylic cutting boards. They were brand new, still vacuum wrapped in plastic. I also brought out a set of knives. She looked at them with amazement. “Are those…metal?”
“No,” I replied, “they’re ceramic. But, promise me you’ll be very careful with them—they’re extremely sharp.” To demonstrate I pulled a paper towel from the roll as I picked up a slicer. “This is too thin to work well on a pineapple, but this is just a demonstration.” I held the paper up and dropped it. By the time it had fallen a foot I had cut it into four pieces.
“Wow!” Sam exclaimed.
We talked briefly about where to eat and settled on a small Italian restaurant a few miles out of town. Once we were seated we made small talk. I learned she was a physician’s assistant specializing in orthopedics; she was shocked to learn that I had designed, built, and owned her apartment complex. Too soon dinner was over and I drove her back to her home. I walked into her kitchen, washed my hands and placed the pineapple on its side on the cutting board. I selected a chef’s knife and showed her how to cut the top and bottom—roughly an inch off of each end. Next I stood the pineapple up and sliced off the remaining skin, or rind. The rest was easy, discarding the hard inedible core, I cut dozens of small chunks. I picked one up intending to place it into her hand, but she had a different idea. She took my hand gently as she led it to her mouth. She put my fingers into her mouth as she licked and sucked them clean, locking her eyes on mine the entire time. I was amazed; it was the most sensual thing I had ever experienced. At least, that’s what I thought until she brought a small chunk to my mouth. I couldn’t help myself—I sucked those fingers and would have kept it up had she not pulled me out of the kitchen toward her bedroom.
We stood at the edge staring into each other’s eyes. I broke the silence, “Uh, you know, I haven’t done anything like this for more than forty years.”
“That’s OK, I have, so why don’t you let me lead?” She reached up to hold my head as she pulled me down for our first kiss. I ran my hands up her back as I held her so very close. Her lips were soft and delicious. They parted to let my tongue intrude. Our tongues danced together as our passion built. It became intense, so intense that it seemed we were trying to pull the two of us into a single being. In time she broke the kiss, “Wow, you are definitely not harmless.”
I laughed and soon she joined me before getting back to business. She pulled my shirt over my head before working on my belt. My pants fell to my ankles and when they did she hooked her thumbs inside my boxers, pulling them also to the floor. I never thought my cock was especially long, but it is thick—disproportionately thick. It’s about seven inches long but more than two inches in diameter. Sam took one look at it, returned her eyes to mine and commented, “I can see you’re definitely not harmless. You could do a lot of damage with that thing, but what fun it would be.” She came back for another long hot kiss as she tightly gripped my cock, slowly stroking it. When she broke it, she whispered, “Your turn; start with my skirt.”
I’ve always been good at following directions. I unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt, helping her to step out of it before carefully laying it on a chair. Turning back to her I placed my hands on the hem of her blouse and slowly lifted it over her head. That, too, I placed on the chair. Reaching behind her I unfastened her bra, exposing her lovely breasts. I cupped them in my hands, savoring their smooth firmness. “I wish they were bigger,” she whispered.
“I don’t,” I replied. “I think they’re perfect for you—just perfect.” I reached down to kiss her again. As we kissed I moved my hands down to slide her panties down her legs. I felt for her pussy. Her hair was trimmed, maybe a half inch long and shaved or waxed back from her legs. I could see her tan lines from what I would consider an extremely skimpy bikini.
Sam pushed me onto the bed and moved between my legs. “Uh,uh,” I told her, “not unless I get to do you, too.” Sam grinned and moved over me to 69. Her pussy was just above my face; her aroma was sweet, musky, and clean; I found it intoxicating. I put my nose right into her slit and inhaled. It had been so long—almost two years since I’d been able to eat a pussy. My wife had never really appreciated it, allowing me to do it more as a means of mollifying me than from her own desire. “Sam, it’s been a long time—almost two years—since I had any real sex so I don’t think I’ll last very long. I’ll try to warn you before I cum.”
“Why? I’d love for you to cum in my mouth. You’re really hard. Do you use something?”
“Yes, Levitra, why?
“Oh, planning to get lucky, eh?”
“Well…not planning, just hoping. I like to be prepared.”
“I’m glad you did. You’ll be able to keep it up for a long time, won’t you?”
“Yes, sometimes for an hour or more.”
“Good, after I take care of you we can work on me.”
“I’m planning on doing that now, but later…well, that’ll be OK, too.” I plunged into her sweet cunt causing her to moan. I placed my mouth so it covered her entire cunt, plunged my tongue into her and sucked like crazy. She jumped all over the bed.
“No fair, Sam, you needed to warn me about that. Damn, you do that so well.”
“Isn’t that part of the fun…the discovery?” Sam nodded as I returned to licking and sucking her juicy pussy, ignoring her swollen clit—that would come later, when I wanted her to cum.
Sam leaned down to lick all around my cock. “Mmmm, you do taste great—very masculine. I love doing this, by the way. She returned her attentions to my cock which was so hard I thought it might burst. Then she took me into her mouth, sucking me all the way into her throat. I could never believe that someone could swallow my thick cock, but she did! The combination of her tongue running up and down and the suction she generated felt incredible.
Like most men I would jerk off occasionally, more often since my wife’s illness and death. I’d found some pretty good free porn sites that helped stimulate me, but nothing I’d yet experienced was anything like this. I was glad Sam wanted me to cum in her mouth because it was coming on fast…too damned fast. I pulled off her pussy and barely got out the words, “Sam, I’m….” I exploded in her throat, driving a huge stream of slippery white semen into her stomach. Again and again cum rocketed into her, ending so much sexual frustration in just an instant.
I would have been justified in lying back and resting after such exertion, but would that be fair? Sam had done so much for me I just had to reciprocate. I turned my attention to her clit. Using my fingers I pulled back the hood. It was red and swollen with her desire and lust. I sucked it between my teeth. I was immediately rewarded with a major moan from Sam’s lips. I gently nibbled as I sucked big time. When I rolled my tongue over and around it I got what I was looking for—Sam shook and trembled, bouncing on my body like a ball. I put my hands on her firm butt to hold her as I released her button but continued to slowly lick her juicy slit until she finally came to rest. I twisted her around holding her in my embrace as we kissed again. She broke it a minute later still out of breath when she whispered, “You are definitely, absolutely not harmless. You are also definitely, absolutely amazing.”
“Funny, I was thinking exactly the same thing about you.”
Chapter 3
We lay in each other’s arms for some time recovering when Sam pulled back slightly. “Can I ask you a question, Sam? It’s kind of personal.”
“You can ask me anything after what we just went through.”
“I’ve had a few partners, after all I am 28, but I’ve never had anyone do what you just did to me. Your wife must have really enjoyed what you did for her.”
“Well, that’s not really a question, but no—my wife didn’t enjoy sex anywhere near as much as I do. I love it and I also believe in giving your best whatever you do. I’ve always loved eating a juicy pussy, unfortunately I rarely had the chance—she let me only so I’d leave her alone.”
“Did you ever cheat on her? I know I couldn’t live with someone who didn’t want to make love with me.”
“I’m not the kind of person who cheats—at anything. For example, ever hear your neighbors? You have four of them. I could have saved almost a million by eliminating soundproofing in these buildings, but then they’d be second rate. I never do anything second rate if I can help it. Of course, I’ve made up that money several times because the apartments here are so desirable. I’m sure you know there’s a waiting list for openings.”
“Wow, I never even thought about stuff like that. I guess that’s why you’ve been so successful. I didn’t even realize you were THE Sam Warner until dinner. You’re like a legend in this town. No wonder so many people were looking at us in the restaurant…but you’re such a regular guy. You even help maidens in distress…OK, I don’t quite qualify as a maiden, but you know what I mean.”
“Sam, I started out as a poor farm kid. I had to work my way through college and graduate school. Sometimes I even had three jobs while going to school full-time. I learned that humility and hard work mean a lot in life. I’ve always been what you call a regular guy.” While I was making this little speech Sam had rediscovered my cock, rubbing and stroking it slowly but firmly, hardening me in the process.
“I’m glad you always try your best, Sam,” she told me, “because now I want to fuck you.”
“Sam,” I responded, “ I don’t have any condoms.”
“Not to worry—if you’ve never cheated I’m sure you’re safe and I promise you that I am, too. Besides, I’m on the pill, so nothing to worry about,” and then, giggling, she continued, “except getting me off!”
“I’m yours to command,” I whispered just before engaging her in a torrid kiss as I rolled her on top of me. I rubbed my cock, now like granite, into her slit. She was ready—her cunt was soaking wet. I pushed firmly into her, stopping when I was about two inches deep. I pulled back and pushed again—three inches. So I continued until I was balls deep in her pussy. My girth made most pussies tight, but Sam was incredible—hot and tight like a circular vise that squeezed my cock firmly.
Sam took a minute to grow accustomed to the massive intruder then she began to rock, slowly grinding her clit into me. I’d selected this position for that reason—she could control her pace en route to, hopefully, several mind blowing orgasms. Sam began a circular motion, rotating on my cock, and rubbing her clit in circles, as well. I reached up to massage and fondle her breasts, flicking her sensitive nipples and pinching them between my fingernails. Sam gazed down at me, showing her appreciation for what she was experiencing by moaning with every breath. Suddenly she leaned all the way down to kiss me fiercely, gripping my head with both hands as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, her lips mashing into mine. She was a woman possessed by her lust.
There was a slow but steady increase in Sam’s tempo as she began to ram her clit into me. I reached down to help release her clit from its hood. The expression on Sam’s face told me it was a good move. She began to pant, her breaths rapid and shallow. Her moaning was louder and more frequent—virtually non-stop. To help her I pushed up into her for the first time, driving her almost a foot off the bed. I could feel my cock drive into her cervix. If it hurt her she never showed it; she was in rapture in her pursuit of orgasm. Now Sam had picked up the pace, rubbing and moving my cock in her tunnel as though trying to break it. As suddenly as she had started she stopped. I could see tiny rumblings running up and down her entire body. She rocked three more times and as she exhaled she emitted a guttural scream. Her orgasm had taken possession of her body; all she could do was react as her muscles rippled in paroxysms over and over until she collapsed onto my chest. Sam was breathing hard as she recovered. I was still hard so I moved my cock within her hot slimy cunt. I was hoping I could get at least one more orgasm out of her.
She turned her head to nibble my ear. I almost jumped when I felt her tongue in it. This woman certainly knew what buttons to push. I was still hard, pumping slowly in her gooey cunt, and now I desperately wanted to cum. I thrust repeatedly and deeply into her. “Good boy, do what mama wants and you’ll get a wonderful reward. Drive it into me…ram that thick cock into my tight wet cunt. Yes, I do use that word. That’s what I have –a tight wet cunt that wants to cum again and again with you.” We began moving together, my rock hard cock bending within her tunnel, her clit rubbing into my pubic hair repeatedly. I pushed hard, determined to hit every square millimeter of her cunt. We were both breathing heavily from our exertions. I could feel her clench around my cock so I was pretty sure she was getting close again. I was accustomed to cumming maybe once a week so it was going to be a struggle for me. Sam sat up, I thought to get more pressure on her clit, but I realized her real intent when she pushed two fingers into my ass to massage my prostate. That turned out to be exactly what I needed. It pushed me over the edge. My balls clenched as I could feel my body eject fluids evolved over the millennia to maximize reproductive opportunities. Literally millions of sperm shot into Sam with every potent spurt. I sagged into the mattress, spent, but I still had a job to complete. I gripped her clit firmly between my fingers rubbing it furiously until she exploded in her rapture. I rubbed and massaged her back as we rested. “What now?” I asked her.
“Sleep,” she replied, pulling the blankets over us. “Everything else can wait until morning.” She snuggled that fine ass up against me, pulled my hand to her breast, closed her eyes and went to sleep. I followed her a moment later.
Chapter 4
I awoke early as always but this time I found myself looking up into a pussy covered in dried cum and juice. “Is this my reward from last night?”
“Yes, it is,” Sam replied, “I’d love to have you lick and suck my cummy pussy.”
That was good enough for me! I leaned up to begin cleaning her. I started with her thigh; it was firm but so very soft. I licked up from her right knee toward her pussy, removing any encrusted material I could find. When I was satisfied I moved to the other thigh—the left. She had lain on her left side so there was much more here due to gravity. There was so much here I was able to chew once I had cleaned the material from her skin. As I got closer and closer to her pussy I could see how encrusted it was as a result of our multiple couplings last night. I sucked and licked her clean. Of course, all this licking and sucking had the obvious effect. Sam was groaning and grinding her pussy into my face so actively that once I had finished cleaning her I went right on to make yet another mess. It was worth it though as Sam had another sensational orgasm before falling in a heap onto my head.
“Fuck, Sam,” she whispered in my ear, “that is one great way to start the day. I could really get used to that.”
I smiled and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself from my lips and face. “I don’t think I’d mind that myself.” I took her hand, leading it to my cock. All my work so far had made me hard again—hard enough that it actually hurt in spite of having cum several times the previous evening. Sam wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly but strongly.
“Oh, Sam,” I groaned, “Jerk me off…please…please jerk me off.” I looked into her face and was surprised by the expression she wore. It was one of power and dominance—one I would come to see many times in the weeks and months ahead. She sat up and, moving a breast to my mouth, went to work on me. She spit on her hand, rubbing it into my cock. Not quite satisfied, she sat up farther so she could drool saliva onto my helmet. She must have done this before because she was doing a great job, rubbing the helmet with both hands while running up and down my shaft. I felt I was getting close; my breathing was heavy and rapid. My cock shook and jerked as I blew a load a foot into the air. Five times cum spurted from my cock, settling mostly on my abdomen and Sam’s hands. She squeezed the last drops out of me then surprisingly brought her hands to my mouth. I licked and sucked my own jiz from her fingers. She managed to scrape up almost all the semen she could find and when she did I drank and sucked her fingers clean. I had never done anything like that before, but it was surprisingly hot and something I’d definitely do again.
It was Sunday morning, a time I usually went to church, but I figured I could miss for such a special occasion—it wasn’t every day I was entertained by a super-hot 28 year-old woman in her bed. We rose and showered together, ate a simple breakfast and went back to bed. We fucked all day and just before we went out to dinner Sam asked me about tomorrow. “I have a lot of time off coming. I’ll use some of it if we can stay together. I called my office, leaving a message that I’d be taking some time off and when I hung up she did the same. I suggested we go to my place so we could have the privacy to be outdoors and use the pool. Sam packed a small suitcase and also brought a mid-sized leather valise.
I live in the country just outside town on fifty acres of heavily wooded land. I have two acres cleared near the middle so there’s plenty of space buffering me from the nearest neighbor. Additionally, I have an eight foot high privacy fence surrounding the back yard where I have the pool. My wife and I used to swim naked there in complete security and privacy. I parked the Beemer in the garage and led Sam into the house. I offered to carry the bags, but Sam insisted on carrying the valise herself.
As the week progressed I noticed that Sam was becoming more and more assertive and more demanding in what she wanted and expected me to do. As she did I became more submissive to her, allowing her to control our activities and dominate me. It was Saturday morning, exactly one week since we had met that I was eating her pussy. “Do you enjoy pleasing me, Sam?”
“Yes,” I replied, “I love it.”
“What would you do to please me, Sam? How far would you go?”
I looked up from her pussy, my face glistening with her juices, gulped several times before telling her, “Anything…I’d do anything.”
She rose from the bed standing above me, her hands on her slender hips like an Amazon—a goddess—so strong, determined, and forceful. I knew I could not resist her. “Well, let’s see, shall we? Finger my ass, Sam. Fuck my ass with your fingers.” I moistened my fingers in her cunt and pushed them into her ass. I was licking and sucking her clit while working her tight ass when she told me to stop. “Take your fingers out and lick them, Sam. Put them in your mouth and suck them clean.” I looked up. Her eyes were locked onto mine, her expression one of authority and domination. Meekly I pulled my fingers out and put them into my mouth. I licked them clean, sucking off any remnant of her ass. “Show me,” she demanded. When I did she smiled, patted my head and told me, “Good boy. Now do it again.” I repeated, fucking her glorious ass for almost thirty seconds before plunging my dirty fingers into my mouth.
“Again?” I asked.
“Yes, once more—both hands this time.” I moistened two fingers on each hand and plunged them into her ass. “Deeper, Sam, put them in all the way.” All four fingers were in her ass. They rubbed her bowel walls with every stroke. After a minute this time Sam told me to stop. “That feels incredible, but that’s not the point of this exercise, is it? Take them out and clean them—all four in your mouth, now.” I licked and sucked those fingers furiously until they were spotless. I grinned when I showed them to her. “Very, very good, Sam; I do believe you.”
I was about to return to eating her cunt, but she stopped me. “We can finish that later. We have more important business to deal with now, Sam. You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?”
I hung my head in submission, looking up at her standing tall over me and whispered, “Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you, Sam.”
“Yes,” I repeated, “I love it when you tell me what to do.”
“You enjoy being dominated and controlled, don’t you?”
I gulped, my head down in submission, “Yes…Yes, I do enjoy it. I love it when you dominate me.”
“Good boy, Sam, I think you’d enjoy serving me as much as you enjoy servicing me, wouldn’t you?”
Again I replied meekly, “Yes.”
“Do you fully understand what I’m suggesting—that you would be at my beck and call to use as I wish—to use you and, perhaps even abuse you—your body to give me pleasure?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”
“Good, again, now if you’re going to serve me, what will I be? What will my role be?”
“My Mistress?” I gulped.
“Correct, now what will you be?”
“Your slave.” I hung my head again, deeper in my submission to her.
“Is this what you want to do—be my slave?”
I looked up at her again, my eyes pleading, “Yes…oh, yes…it’s what I want. I want to serve you. I want to be your slave.”
“Excellent, now come here and kneel at my feet.” I scrambled down to kneel near where she was standing. I was totally submissive to her. “Stay here!” She left the room, walked into the closet, and returned with a long thin object and her valise. She opened it and placed numerous items on the bottom of the bed. When she was finished she pointed me to the first item. “What’s this?”
“A paddle,” I replied just above a whisper.
“Right, and this one?”
“A riding crop.”
“Very good, slave. And this one?” It was the long thin object I’d seen her carry.
“A cane.”
“And why do I have these items?”
“To discipline and punish me if I am bad and don’t please my mistress.”
“Excellent, now what are these?
“Restraints, so you can do anything you want to me—secure me during discipline or for your sexual pleasure.”
“Good, and these?”
“A cock cage and restraining rings, so I don’t play with myself, get erections, or cum without your permission.”
“And the final one?”
“A collar, to remind me always that I am your property, to remind me that my body belongs totally to you.”
“You’ve done very well, slave, but I have still one additional item in the valise. Take it out and tell me about it.”
I reached into the valise and removed a strap-on with a big dildo, almost ten inches long and very thick. “It’s a strap-on,” I explained, “so you can fuck my ass to remind me that every part of my body is yours to do with as you please.”
“I am amazed by you, slave. You scored a hundred. Now come over here and put this on.” She had pointed to the cock cage. I unlocked the brass Master padlock and selected what I thought would be the correct size ring—it had to be tight, but not too tight. Carefully I pushed my cock into the steel ring followed by each of my heavy balls—it was a very tight fit. I took the other part, added a bit of lube, slid my cock into the stainless steel cage and brought the two pieces together. I locked them and handed my Mistress the key.
She had picked up the collar. It was solid stainless steel, hinged in the middle, about a half-inch high and an eighth thick. She wrapped it around my neck—it was also a fairly tight fit– and fastened it together. “This uses a special set screw with an irregularly shaped Allen wrench. Once I put it on you only I can take it off.”
“I won’t take it off, Mistress, I won’t want to. I’ve been praying all week for this moment.” I looked up briefly to see the wrench suspended between her magnificent breasts by a thin silver chain.
“Now I need to make sure you understand and accept my authority. Pick out one of the punishment implements for me to use on you.” I moved to the other side of the bed, selecting the cane. It was a four-foot piece of flexible bamboo. “Interesting, slave, you picked the most painful one.”
“I want you to know how much I want to serve you. Where do you want me, Mistress?”
“Come here and lean over the table.” I did while she retrieved the restraints. She ran a rope from my right wrist cuff around the leg at the other end of the table across to the leg opposite and tied it off tightly at the cuff on my left wrist. She tied each leg cuff to the table legs beneath me. I was spread eagled at the edge of the table. She picked up the cane and whipped it through the air. Finally, she was ready. Whoosh-smack–the cane bit into my buttocks.
“Thank you, Mistress, I needed that,” a tear forming in my eye. The pain was exquisite.
Again, she swung, cutting a welt into my ass cheeks; again I thanked her. Ten more times she swung and connected before she figured I’d had enough. It was worth suffering the pain to feel her soothing hands caress my ass immediately following my punishment, but I knew she wasn’t done yet. She stepped into the strap-on, lubed it as well as my ass and pushed it into me. Truthfully, it hurt like hell but I wasn’t going to complain. Eventually, my ass relaxed and the nerve endings in my anus began to appreciate the intrusion. I’m sure I would have gotten a massive hard-on had I not been wearing the cage which was specifically designed to prevent me from getting an erection. All the same I had been close to cumming just from the action in my ass. My Mistress must have noticed because she remarked, “You liked that too much; that wasn’t much of a punishment.”
She untied me, attached a metal link leash to my collar and led me to the bathroom. “I have to pee. Get into the shower with me and kneel. Open your mouth and let’s see how much you can catch and drink.” She placed one leg on the shower seat as I scooted into position. She started when she thought I was right under her pussy. Her hot urine trickled down onto my face until I moved, catching almost all of it in my mouth. “Drink it!” she ordered. I did. When she was finished I moved up to lick away any remaining droplets. After drying myself she returned to the bed.
She fluffed the pillows and sat back at about a sixty degree angle and spread her legs. “I believe I interrupted you, slave.”
“Thank you, Mistress, I love eating your delicious pussy.” I dove in with a relish. I licked and sucked her for almost thirty minutes before she begged me to make her cum. Even a slave has some power. I sucked her clit—hard and hot and extremely swollen—between my teeth. She came so hard she squirted repeatedly, bathing my grateful face in her juices.
I looked back on the events of the past week quite pleased with the outcome. Sam Warner was one of the richest and most powerful men in the county, if not the state, yet I was willingly the slave—the property–of a 28 year old woman. I didn’t tell her, but I had been a slave before—for more than forty years. My wife Marjorie had also been my Mistress. I would come home stressed from building my empire but, once there, she made all the decisions for me. I always told people that she wasn’t much into sex, but, in fact, I ate her or fucked her or she fucked me every single day of those forty-plus years. I had been looking for a Mistress ever since she had died, and now I had found one.
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