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“Making My Sister Horny”

“Making My Sister Horny”
* A boys game with his sister progresses into way much moreā€¦.than he expectedā€¦ *
__Iā€™m Ken. Let me tell you about my crazy familyā€¦ā€¦
__ā€Ken, come here please.ā€ It was my mom. She was smiling with that ornery grin of hers. She was in the back of the kitchen as usual wanting to have a private talk with meā€¦ again. I knew what she wanted. My sister was in the shower so she knew she had privacy to talk to me. She put her arms around my neck, held me close and said: ā€œWhat do you have planned for tonight.?ā€ I grinned at her said: ā€œPlaytime, of course.ā€ I started squeezing her butt cheeks. She blushed and said: ā€œKen!, stop that. Play with your sister, but Iā€™m your mom, weā€¦I mean youā€¦ canā€™t do that.ā€
She always said that because I knew just how to make her aroused. She loved it when I fondled her butt, but always slowly stopped me.
Her real arousement came from me when I messed with my older sister. She encouraged me to fondle her and make her all hot and turned on. Momā€™s big thrill was to watch us play grab ass in front of her.
She even secretly told me that watching us turned her on, and to feel free to do it in front of her. After dad left, she became close to me and I had the feeling she would love to fool around with me, but just couldnā€™t step over that line.
When your mom whispers in your ear that she likes it when I feel my sisters tits, I figured she wished it was her. My older sister Della, or Del as we called her, we talked privately about mom.
Del said: ā€œKen,ā€¦. momā€™s got the hots for you. Sheā€™s using us to get herself all turned on. I know she masturbates thinking about us, Iā€™ve heard her before later after we have played grab ass and got herself all hot. I know those sounds I hear from her bedroom, right next to mine. If it makes her happy, letā€™s increase it and just see what she does. I bet she comes after you. Sheā€™s a hot looking woman, and I just ā€™knowā€™ youā€™d just love to ā€™doā€™ her, wouldnā€™t you Kenā€¦huh?ā€
I walked up to her and said: ā€œSheā€™s not the one Iā€™d like to ā€˜doā€˜, Del.ā€ I reached up and felt her full tits. She took a big breath and closed her eyes and just stood there and let me feel her up. She finally said: ā€œI have a boyfriend who would kick your ass if he knew you were feeling me upā€¦., and. ā€œ She reached down and felt my hardon. ā€œā€¦.and if he knew about ā€˜thisā€™ he would probablyā€¦.godā€¦.whoā€™s knows what.
Oh my,ā€¦ mom would love to see us now, you with a big hardon.ā€
She grinned and whispered: (ā€œā€¦..mom! Kenā€™s got a big hardon, come and see it!ā€) We both giggled as she squeezed my hardon and I grabbed at her pussy.
Del knew what she was doing. She liked the attention she was getting from me and it also turned her on when we copped feels in front of mom. My sister was easy to make horny.
I had found this out a long time ago. I would do it just to watch her blush and get all flustered if I felt her up in the slightest way. She had no resistance to me.
I would walk in her room and smile at her. She would put her arm over her nice tits and cover her pussy with the other hand. She would blush and stutterā€¦ā€Iā€™ll ttttel momā€ before I even touched her. I would whisper in her ear: (ā€œJust let me see your tits, Del.ā€) She would be breathing hard with her eyes closed. (ā€œā€¦drop your arm and put your hands down to your side.ā€) I would say.
She would do it and whisper back: (ā€œā€¦.mom will get mad at you Ken.ā€)
I would open what ever she had on and just look at her beautiful tits. She hardly ever wore a bra. She would hold on to me so she wouldnā€™t fall. I would kiss her titties and lick her nipples. I would then put my hand on her pussy and reach in deep and rub it, back to front. When my fingers came up and across her clitā€¦she would jump and her legs would buckle.
I never knew it till later, but Del said at first she did tell mom what I was doing to her. Mom would smile and tell her that boys do these things and that just means he likes you. Now Del, tell me in detail what he does. Del would tell her every detail as mom seemed to be getting aroused by it. Then she would say how lucky she was to have a brother that likes you so much.
Delā€¦ā€¦
I was young and I ā€˜didā€™ like what Ken did, but I didnā€™t want to get in trouble for it , so I told mom to report my ā€™innocentsā€™ of it all. It turned out that mom liked hearing what ken did to me. I then from time to time told her what the latest happenings were. I liked telling her in private, it turned me on telling it myself. We got so we would giggle and whisper like it was secret ā€™girl talkā€™.
As time passed mom would catch him feeling me up. She would tee hee and act like it was nothing and then encourage him privately to do it even more butā€¦in front of her.
Kenā€¦.
I thought about what Del said, to increase it to see just what mom would do. It sounded like fun to me, so I told Del: ā€œLetā€™s go for it for fun and see what mom does.ā€ She was all for it and she bet mom would run to the bathroom to go finger herself! I said she might attack me! We giggled about what she ā€˜mightā€™ do.
We planned a night to get mom all hot watching us.
The late evening came and Del came out of the shower wearing just a white towel and a towel on her head. She looked very sexy. She came in the living room and said: ā€œMom do we have any more of that warming lotion?ā€ Mom sat on the couch and smiled at her and then me. She said no, that we were out. I then said. ā€œI have some, hold on.ā€
I went and got it and started putting it on Delā€™s neck and shoulders. I told her then to lay on the couch. Mom was at the far end of it. I had Del lay on her tummy. I straddled her ass and pulled her towel down. Momā€™s smiling eyes were glued to us. She was only a foot away from us. I massaged Delā€™s back and kept going all the way down her legs. She moaned and squirmed as I did her ass and between her thighs. We both took peeks at mom and watch her face in delight as she watched.
I laid down on Delā€™s back and took off the towel from her head. I massaged her head with my fingers. She moaned so sexy. I noticed momā€™s hand disappear in robe. She was feeling something in there. I just had on shorts and no shirt. Del and I were skin to skin from the waist up. My hardon was between her legs and she was squirming on it. We both could hear momā€™s labored breathing.
Mom got up. She turned out all but one dim light. She sat in the chair facing us. She slowly opened her legs and put her hand down her panties. I whispered to Del: (ā€œā€¦I think she going to get herself off while she watches us.ā€) Del whispered back between moansā€¦: (ā€œā€¦.keep going, now maybe we get to watch her.ā€)
I kept going and pushed my hardon deep between Delā€™s legs. She moaned and pushed back on it. Momā€™s legs now were wide apart as she was rubbing herself a little faster.
At this pointā€¦something had to happen. I knew our minds all had thoughts racing at full speed.
Ken: I was so close to putting my hardon in Del I decided I was going to do itā€¦whenā€¦.Delā€¦.
Del: Enough is enough. I quick turned over and pushed Kenā€™s shorts down. Both our hands met on his hardon as we guided it in me. We were going to have sex right in front of mom.
Mom: My fantasy is coming true right before my very eyes. Watching my kids have sex with each other. I know it sounds crazy, but itā€™s just something I have a thing for. Iā€™m taking these panties clear off so I can get off with them.
Ken: I was a goner. I had to fuck Del now, and nothing else mattered. Mom would just have to watch. I had my hardon in Delā€™s warm wet pussy and I was going for it.
Del: My legs came up and around Ken and I was going to do itā€¦., I had to have him, and right now.
Mom: How many orgasms can a woman have in one sittingā€¦.whoā€™s countingā€¦this my ultimate fantasyā€¦I hope they have beautiful sex for me.
Iā€™ve got 4 fingers in my pussy and two are massaging my G spotā€¦.I may pass outā€¦if I do, it will be worth it. Oh my god!ā€¦look at them go so wild and with so much passion. Del is moaning and Ken is groaning beautiful. Iā€™m losing my mind with thisā€¦ohhh, Iā€™m going to climax with themā€¦..Ohh Yesssssssss!
Ken: damn, can Del ever fuck good, she knows just how to peak usā€¦..oh hellllllllā€¦.my ball are explodingā€¦..
I unloaded the best cum of my life, blast after blast of cum flooded Del as she moaned a yelp that just kept me keep cuming.
Del: Ohā€¦.myā€¦.god!ā€¦.my whole body is tremblingā€¦.my pussy is going spasm crazy. My legs are jerking and pounding Kenā€™s ass. Oh godā€¦.. Ken donā€™t stop cumingā€¦yes yes yesā€¦.
Mom: My legs are shaking as this wonderful climax has them trembling out of my controlā€¦
Kenā€¦..
Del and I put mom to bed. She was like a limp rag. She mumbled and kept rubbing her pussy.
Del and I then got in my bed and went for moreā€¦all night we were locked together, in our own bliss. We let it all out. I licking her pussy till she squirmed with moaning delight. We licked and sucked every part of our bodies. All that time of wanting to have hot sex, was now happeningā€¦
Momā€¦..
Itā€™s 3am.
They didnā€™t even notice me as I stood in Kenā€™s doorway, watching them do everything. I stood there with a wet pussy and gasping breath. My fingers gave me some of the pleasure I wantedā€¦.butā€¦.
Watching Ken put his sister in sexual heaven, and Delā€™s beautiful euphoric reactionā€¦left me with one last burning secret desireā€¦..
(ā€¦.to have my turn withā€¦ Kenā€¦)

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Naughty Stephanie Chapter 1

Chapter One: ———————————————————–
Stephanie examined herself in the mirror with a critical eye. She was a bit tall, and a bit skinny. Those were on the minus side. On the plus side her face was adorably cute, with wide green eyes. She had an hourglass body, with big, firm full breasts that sat high on her chest and didn’t sag even the slightest. Her waist was tiny and gave way to a pair of smoothly rounded hips and a perfect pair of half moon buttocks.
Her hair was a flaming dark copper red. She wasn’t sure if that was on the plus or the minus side. It was full and thick and long, flowing over her shoulders and coming mid-way down her back. She would’ve preferred blonde, but at least red was better than brown, which was all too common.
She looked, as far as she could see, fantastic, when naked. She’d seen her father and brother’s porno magazines, and seen the girls at school in the showers and locker rooms, and as far as she could see her body was better than any of them.
Still, she had a nice wardrobe for when she wasn’t naked. She preferred greens and blacks, to go with her hair. And she liked dress pants and jackets. Stevie liked showing off her body, but also liked to be seen as dignified. She wanted people to respect her.
Sometimes she was a bit of a cock tease, and had short, tight skirts and tight tops that let her long hard nipples poke out in an obvious way. Most girls went through that phase, which never entirely ended. They all liked to think they could turn on any guy who looked at them, whenever they wanted to.
School was over for the day and Stevie was planning on spending a couple of hours at the mall. First she had to select what to wear. After careful study of her open closet, she pulled on a pair of tight jeans and a shiny green shirt that snapped down the front. She tied it under her breasts to expose her tiny waist, and headed out the door.
Of course, she wanted to look sexy underneath as well as on the surface, so she was wearing a matching black lace bra and panty set. She wasn’t planning on anybody seeing it just then, but it would give her an added feeling of sexiness. She liked to feel sexy.
She went downstairs with her hair carefully brushed, her makeup set and her clothes accenting her hourglass body, all set for a few hours of preening and posing at the mall, when who should come home early but her Dad. He wasn’t due until six, and it was three thirty.
“What’re you doing here?” she asked.
“Got off early because the air-conditioning is busted,” he grinned, tossing his briefcase into the closet.
“Well, uh, I’m going to the mall.”
“Oh no you don’t,” he grinned. He folded his big bear arms around her slender body and pulled her into his chest. Jack McNeil was a big guy, an ex-jock with good, rugged looks and a muscular body.
“Did you do your homework?” he frowned.
“Dadddyyyyy,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.
“And did you clean up your room like I ordered you to?”
Stevie’s heart gave a little flutter and she felt her pussy starting to warm up.
“Noooo,” she sighed.
“You know what that means, then, don’t you?”
“Are… are you going to spank me, Daddy?” she gulped, her eyes widening. She could feel her nipples rapidly hardening, her breasts swelling with excitement.
“Don’t you think you deserve a spanking, you bad girl?”
She couldn’t speak. Her body fairly crackled with sexual electricity. After a few seconds she managed to bob her head slightly.
“Pull down your pants and bend over,” he said, licking his lips.
Stevie felt her head pounding as her hands went to her tight jeans. She slowly opened them then peeled them down over her rounded hips, then down her thighs to her ankles. She turned and started to bend over for him.
“Wait a minute,” he said, his voice stem. “What kind of underwear is that you’re wearing'”
“I uh, I got it because it’s sexy, Daddy,” she said, her voice a gasp.
“Sexy? Why would you need sexy underwear? Nobody will see it for years yet, not until you’re married. ”
“I… I just wanted it, Daddy,” she said, her skin starting to turn red.
“You aren’t doing dirty things with boys are you?” he said suspiciously.
“No, Daddy,” she lied.
“I don’t want my daughter wearing filthy underwear like that. Take it off,” he ordered.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, her body pulsing with sexual fire.
She straightened again, then tugged off her jeans. Her thumbs slipped into the thin elastic waistband of her panties, then slowly peeled them down as she bent over. Her face flushed red as she bared her lovely round bottom, knowing her father’s eyes were boring into her naked ass.
She pulled the panties off and stood there, bent over.
“Are you wearing a bra?” He asked, his voice sounding thick. “I warned you before not to go outside without a bra.”
“I got one, Daddy, just like the panties,” she said, barely able to speak.
“A slutty black thing, like the panties?” He growled.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Take it off this instant,” he ordered.
She straightened again, then undid her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders. Her back was to him, and her skin was blushing deeply. As often as he had spanked her and her sister Paige in the past few years, she was still embarrassed to be seen naked by him.
She removed her bra, then bent over again. But her father moved away from behind her, going over to the chair in front of her and sitting down. She blushed even more deeply, knowing he could see her big, full, round breasts hanging down below her like big meaty udders.
“Come over here and lay across my lap,” he ordered.
“Yes, D… Daddy!” she gasped. She straightened, her skin flaming, and walked across to him. She folded her arms over her big breasts, one hand down over her pussy as she moved beside him then bent herself across his lap.
He had spanked her very seldom when she was young but in the past few years, since she and her sister Paige had been spanked almost every other day it seemed, and most of the time it was for trivial things too.
She and her sister Paige, who was also getting spanked a lot lately, were both of two minds about this. On the one hand neither really wanted to have their ass spanked. On the other hand, both found the nakedness and discipline strangely arousing. Their teenage pussies drooled at their exposure before a man, even their father, and they couldn’t help fantasizing as they lay draped across his lap or bent across a desk or table.
Now, as she lay across her father’s lap, Stevie’s breath was coming in gulps, her heart was pounding, the blood rushing through her veins as she felt his hands touching her, straightening her legs, positioning her better for the spanking to come.
His right hand gripped her inner thigh, pulling her more firmly into his lap. His left hand slid under her arm, pulling in her upper body, coincidentally sliding across the side of her meaty breast.
Like always, her father delayed the start of the spanking.
“I still don’t know why you were wearing such lewd and sexually provocative underwear, Stephanie,” he said.
“All the girls do, Daddy,” she gulped.
“Nonsense. Who’s to see it? You’ve started dating now, Stephanie. Are boys trying to make you have sex with them?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Have you let them kiss you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, gasping as he let his right hand rest on her buttocks.
“You have? Have you let them feel your bottom?”
“Sometimes,” she confessed.
“And have they groped your breasts, Stephanie?”
“Sometimes they do, Daddy, but I always push their hands off.” Eventually, she added silently.
“That’s terrible,” he growled. “Do they touch you between the legs too?”
“Sometimes they do, Daddy,” she said.
“You know that it’s wrong to have sex with a boy before you’re married, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she sighed, as his hand began to slowly stroke her buttocks.
“I know there are a lot of sluts out there. I wouldn’t want to think one of my daughters would be one,” he said.
“I’m not a slut, Daddy,” she protested.
“No? You’re a virgin, then?”
“Uh, yes, Daddy.”
“You’ve never let a boy put his penis inside your vagina?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Have you ever let one put his organ into your rectum?”
She gasped and her eyes went wide. “No!” she gasped.
“And have you ever let a boy put his penis into your mouth?”
She hesitated. “Uhmmmm…”
“Have you?” he demanded, his hand suddenly giving her ass a hard squeeze?”
“A… a few times, Daddy,” she whimpered, her face scarlet.
“You have! You’ve given boys blowjobs!?”
“Only a couple of times, Daddy.”
“And what else have you done, Stephanie?” he growled.
“Nothing,” she whimpered.
“What else?” he demanded sternly, his hand suddenly rising and cracking down hard on her buttocks. She cried out in shock and whimpered in pain.
“What else have you done with boys?”
“I… I’ve given them hand jobs,” she gasped.
“Hand jobs? You mean you’ve masturbated boys and let them spray their sperm into your hand?” he growled.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whined.
“And have they ever given you a hand job?” he demanded.
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, then yelped as his hand cracked down on her bare behind again.
“How many times?” he growled.
“Just sometimes,” she groaned.
“And when they were rubbing your little crotch did you have an orgasm?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she panted.
“You are a slut, Stephanie!”
“No, Daddy!””
“You’re lying. You’re no virgin!”
“But I am!”
“Spread your legs you bad girl!” he ordered.
Her heart leapt into her throat and she slowly obeyed, spreading her legs, opening herself up for him to see her cunt. She moaned when she felt his hand cup her pussy and give it a little squeeze.
“This is the problem,” he sighed. “You teenage girls just can’t seem to keep this under control. I’ve seen it before. Once you get to be a certain age this,” he squeezed her soft pussy, “this seems to take control of you.”
She whimpered as his fingers pried her soft folds apart and slowly wiggled into her opening. It was hot and slick with her juices and she felt her groin sizzling with electrical sex heat. Her eyes and mouth were wide as she felt his fingers sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy.
“Oh! Oh”‘ she gasped.
“I don’t feel your hymen, Stephanie,” he growled. “But… but… oh… ooooohhhh.”
“You aren’t a virgin!” he accused.
“But I am!” she wailed.
“Then where’s your cherry?”
“I…. I broke it by accident,” she whispered, turning beet red again.
“You broke it? How?”
“I don’t want to say.”
“Tell me,” he ordered. “You’ve been a bad girl, Stephanie, and I need to know just how bad so l know how much to spank you.
As he talked his fingers were, perhaps unconsciously, rubbing in and out of her pussy. His thumb was squeezing and stroking against the outside of her cunt pad, coincidentally right over her clitty. Stevie could hardly speak as she fought to keep her body under control.
“Tell me, Stephanie.”
“I… I did it with a hair brush,” she moaned, feeling horribly embarrassed.
“You put a hair brush inside yourself?” he growled.
“Just the handle,” she whimpered.
“Why?”
“Uh… Uh… I… I… ”
“You were masturbating, weren’t you?’
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“You were masturbating, pumping the handle of your hairbrush into your vagina, and pretending you were having sex, weren’t you?”
“Yeeeeees,” she groaned.
His other hand cracked down hard on her buttocks and she yelped in pain.
“What am I supposed to do with you?” he sighed. “It’s not really your fault. All girls have the same trouble. If something isn’t done you’ll be out there fucking boys and getting diseases.”
His fingers continued to rub her pussy, continued to knead her hot, moist cunt pad, rolling and squeezing and stroking the softly furred little mound.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she moaned.
“It’s not your fault,” he said again. “It’s this.” He thrust his fingers deep into her cunt and she gave a startled gasp as exquisite pleasure ripped into her guts.
“You see your body is filled with raging hormones. This… ” He thrust his fingers deep into her cunt again. “this takes control. Teenage girls need to be, to use your language, fucked, hard and often, in order to keep their urges under control.”
She could only moan in reply, her head throbbing with pleasure as his fingers pumped her steadily and his thumb stroked back and forth across her clitoris.
“I’ll have to do something, baby. I can’t let you go out and let strange boys bend you over every night and put their cocks into you.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
“I want you to get up, Stevie,” he sighed.
She pulled herself up, and stood next to his chair. She was flushed and panting for breath as she tried to keep her eyes away from her father’s face, and away from the bulging tent the crotch of his pants had become. She knew that she had given him a hard-on, and was tremendously proud that her young adolescent body had been attractive enough to elicit such a response in an older man.
“Get down on your hands and knees on the floor, Stevie,” he ordered.
She dropped to all fours and her Dad got off the chair and came around to stand behind her.
“You have too much pent up sexual energy,” he told her. “That’s why you can’t resist the boys when they want to feel your body. There’s only one sure way of releasing that energy, baby.”
He dropped down onto his knees behind her. His hands gripped her thighs and pulled her slender legs apart, then his hand slid between them and cupped her pussy. She gasped and her ass jerked up in response.
“You see?” he said. “I’ll have to take care of this before it gets you in real trouble.”
She was almost hyperventilating as she panted for air. Her body was shrieking with sexual fire, with nerve grinding excitement. She felt something, it had to be, she was sure it was, an actual cock. A cock was touching her between the legs!
She moaned and shuddered, feeling a burst of orgasmic pressure burn through the inner walls of her cunt tunnel.
“You need this, baby,” her Dad gasped. “You need a good hard ride!”
“Yessss!” she sobbed. “Oooh, Daddy!”
Then she felt his hardness prying her pussy lips wide, wider than she’d ever felt them go. They strained tightly as his thick organ probed at her entrance. She felt her groin shaking, felt her insides rippling with energy, felt her orgasm approaching like a wildfire.
Then his cock slammed into her with violent force. She felt it thrust deep into her belly and screamed as the pain and her orgasm tore through her in the same instant.
“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrggggghhh!!!” she shrieked.
Her Dad held her by the hips as she shook and jerked and twisted against his grip. He drew back slightly, then drove into her again, his penis stabbing deep into her guts as she trembled and shook with delirious sexual pleasure.
Never before, not when playing with her own pussy, nor even when the boys fingered her, had she ever had such an explosive, mind blowing orgasm. Her entire body was afire with ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby,” he gasped. “Come for me, Stevie. Come for Daddy! I can feel your sweet pussy squeezing and shaking around my cock, baby.”
“Ooohhh! Ohhh! Ooooooooohhhhhh!” she groaned.
“That’s my baby,” he moaned. He pulled back slightly, then slid the final few inches of his organ into his trembling young daughter’s spasming cunt tunnel.
“Did you like that, baby?” he sighed.
“Ooooh! Ohhh, Dadddyyyyyy!”
“I know, baby.”
“Ohhhhh! It feels so goooood!” she moaned.
“It’s what you were made for, honey,” he gasped.
His hands slid up and down her sides, kneading and massaging her soft, warm flesh.
“I feel… so full,” she moaned.
“It’s way up inside you, baby,” he said. “You’ve got my big peter way up in your belly. Do you feel it?”
“Yes! It feels so strange, so hard! It… OOOOohhh!”
He had pulled his cock out a couple of inches, then thrust into her. He chuckled in amusement, grinding his hips against the teenager, feeling the smoothness, then softness of her tight young flesh against his hips as he rubbed against her.
“Oh Dadddyyyyy!” she groaned, feeling his cock twisting around inside her.
“Like that, baby?”
“Ohhh yesssss!”
He continued to grind his hips for a long minute, then slowly halted, his cock deep inside her.
“Pull yourself forward a little, Stephanie,” he directed. “Pull your hips forward.”
She obeyed, groaning as her tight cunt sheath gripped his cock and tried to hold it within her. Her velvet cunt tunnel sucked hard on his fleshy organ as she slid several inches up its length.
“That’s it, Stevie, now push back again,” he told her.
She pushed herself back, her eyes closing and her body shuddering as she took his prick into her to the balls once again.
“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned.
“Again,” he ordered. She willingly obeyed. Slowly at first, but picking up speed with each passing second, she began to hump back and forth on his big male cock, gasping and whimpering as she slid her tight pussy back and forth over its length.
She drew far forward, so only his cockhead was still inside her, then drove herself all the way back, gasping in delight as his cock filled her. She began to hump wildly, grunting with ecstasy as she jerked off on his prick.
He watched her round ass cheeks from above, watched the play of muscles over them’ over her back and shoulders, watched his cock appear, then disappear inside her. Only a rigid control kept him from blowing his cork inside her.
His hands gripped her hips again as she slapped her ass back into his hips. He started to thrust forward to meet her, thrusting hard. The teenager grunted louder, with more excitement. Her round ass meat started slapping noisily against his hips.
He took over, gripping her hips tightly and rutting into her. She squealed as his cock pistoned inside her, her head shook from side to side, then jerked up and back as she let out an excited gurgle of pleasure.
He felt her cunt spasming around his pecker and knew she was coming again. He drilled her furry cunt opening with his steel hard prong, pounding his hips into her shapely round ass cheeks as he spewed a massive wad of steaming juice inside her sucking hot depths.
He was too excited to soften, and his cock continued to pummel her soft belly as his hands worked upwards onto her shoulders, jerking her back against him with even more force and speed. He could feel the vibration of her fat rounded tit meat as it bounced wildly beneath her.
His hands slid down under her and sank up into their soft malleable depths. She groaned loudly as his fingers dug deep furrows in her swollen tit mounds. He mashed her round melons with his big hands, his fingers twisting and squeezing them as he pounded his cock into her slit.
“Uhng! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” Stevie cried. She came again, her head thrashing violently as her body was engulfed in a mad sexual vortex, a cataclysmic sexual firestorm. Her father’s cock pounded back and forth in her groin as her mind shattered under the prolonged sensory assault.
“That’s it, baby,” he gasped. “Take it! Take my cock!”
He gripped her by her thick red hair and jerked her up and back, his left hand pulling savagely, forcing her head back. His right hand squeezed her fat left titty, twisting it with ruthless violence as she shuddered insanely.
He twisted her head to the side, pulling it back against him. His tongue slid along her slender throat, then onto her cheek. He pulled her hair again and her mouth opened in a gasp of pain. He mashed his lips down onto Stevie’s mouth, his tongue shooting into her oral cavity as he ground his hips into her ass cheeks.
She trembled and shook and quivered, moaning into his mouth as his tongue whipped around inside her and his lips rolled and slid and mashed down on hers.
He let her head go and she fell forward like a falling tree. Her arms wouldn’t support her and she collapsed onto her elbows, then onto her shoulders as he pounded his cock into her tight, wet cunt box.
Her pussy lips, her entire crotch, even her inner thighs were covered in her cunt drool. He was slicing his cock back and forth between her pussy lips with savage delight, forcing their mixed fuck milk out with each hard, deep thrust.
Stevie groaned with mindless delight, her body jerking back and forth on the rug as her father’s heavy’ muscular hips hammered her buttocks again and again. Her head bounced lightly on the floor, her breasts ground against the rough fibbers, and her knees scraped back and forth, now and then bouncing up off the rug for a brief instant when he thrust particularly hard.
She shuddered, then came again, whimpering and groaning, drooling onto the carpet as her body was slashed by tremendously powerful orgasmic sensations.
His cock spurted another hot, full load of sperm into the deepest pit of her fuck tunnel as he jammed every last inch of meat into her tender young body. He groaned himself, feeling his juices draining down into her, feeling her pelvis shaking against him, her cunt sucking out the last dregs of his jism.
He slowed and then halted, panting for breath, as was she.
“That’s what you needed, Stevie,” he gasped. “A good hard rodding. Now you’ll be okay… for… for a little while.”

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Urban Renewal: A Cautionary Tale

Urban Renewal: A Cautionary Tale
By rutger5 (An Original Story – Copyright 2012)
Weā€™d always wanted to live in the city, my wife Julianne and I that is. Coming from the suburbs right on the outskirts of New York we already spent a lot of time there going to events and shows plus I worked at a Fortune 500 company located downtown. There were only two problems I saw with moving there.
One it is astronomically expensive to buy in NYC. Depending on the neighborhood just an apartment can easily set you back more than a million which was certainly beyond our price range. Plus we wanted more than that and at a minimum we needed two bedrooms as we had a daughter, our little angel Mia.
She was the main reason I was hesitant to move to the city. Things had greatly improved in our lifetime as far as crime rates and things like that went but I still worried about her growing up in the city. Weā€™d both been raised where you had a backyard to play in and kids could ride their bikes in the street and I wanted that for Mia. But Julianne persisted in wanting to live in the heart of the city. She felt it would be such an incredible experience for Mia to grow up with all the city had to offer including museums and the like.
So we continued looking but only if the home matched all our criteria would we go any further when one day my wife called me. Our real estate agent said sheā€™d found the perfect property but due to its below market price weā€™d have to act fast. Julianneā€™s mother watched little Mia so she could travel to the city and after work we met the agent at the address.
It did have a lot going for it. It was a brownstone and because it was about to be foreclosed on the seller was very motivated putting it in our price range though just barely. I did have a few reservations though. It looked like it needed some work and it was located in Bedford-Stuyvesant which is a somewhat sketchy neighborhood but the realtor pointed out it was by the Clinton Hill border which was a little more gentrified. It wasnā€™t going to become Park Slope or Williamsburg overnight but it was improving and there was no way we could afford a brownstone in those pricier areas.
ā€œWe should really move on this honey. It wonā€™t last long and if weā€™re going to move to the city it makes sense now before Mia has started first grade in the fallā€ my wife said with a hopeful expression.
Julianne made a lot of sense there. Mia was finishing kindergarten now and it would be better if she was able to be in the city schools in time for first grade. So we put in an offer and before we even made it home we got a callback saying it had been accepted. It wasnā€™t going to be easy I told Julianne and weā€™d really have to scrimp and save especially since she wanted all new Sub Zero appliances as well as having the outdated kitchen totally remodeled.
She had worked before having Mia but had since quit as we both wanted our daughter to be raised by family and not by daycare or a nanny. So Iā€™d have to work as much as possible and take on any extra project at work that I could get. But hopefully it would pay off for us in the future. Iā€™d suggested that at least for now we could rent out the second floor for the additional money as it was now divided into two units but Julianne wouldnā€™t hear of it.
ā€œ No. There is no way Iā€™m having renters living in my house even if everything is separateā€ she said with an expression that promised no compromise.
In the back of my mind I hoped her position might soften but in actuality I knew she could be resolute and honestly even stubborn when the mood struck her. From the way she set her chin I doubted she would waver on this. So we lined our ducks in a row and within eight weeks we were the proud owners of a brownstone. We almost didnā€™t make it as an issue came up during the home inspection that we were forced to correct as the owner didnā€™t have the money available to do so.
My parents loaned us ten thousand dollars as all we had was already going toward the down payment and the closing costs. In fact weā€™d also arranged to sell our beloved Volvo to save the money we spent on its registration, insurance and maintenance. Plus keeping a car in the city was a luxury we couldnā€™t afford under our new financial circumstances and with the subways weā€™d still be able to get around.
That night after the closing Julianne and I went to our new house now that it was really ours. We tenderly made love on the wooden floor which wasnā€™t normal for us as Julianne was usually somewhat reserved. Raised by an Irish Catholic mother she could be surprisingly modest and old fashioned in attitude when it came to sex though she certainly did enjoy having it. When it was over she lay in my arms with her head resting on my chest as I stroked her soft brown hair and her petite body snuggled against mine. Little did I suspect that this moment was the high water mark and things would only get worse from that point on. But at the time I was unaware of what awaited me and felt blissfully happy.
We continued living in the suburbs for the next month as the kitchen was redone and things didnā€™t go smoothly. There was some rot in the walls which added to the cost while putting us deeper in the hole and delaying our moving in by another week. But we managed to enroll Mia in the local public school so she could begin first grade in September and friends and family pitched in to help us move when the time came so we could save money there.
We were exhausted that August night but we had managed to set up and decorate Miaā€™s room. On all the walls murals were painted of Disney princesses as that was what she loved the most and she wished to be. In a way she was since she was her daddyā€™s little princess. After tucking her in we collapsed onto our own unmade bed and fell asleep still dressed and in a way that was the pattern that continued. Obviously we didnā€™t sleep in our clothing every night but between the long hours I was now working combined with Julianne fixing up and decorating the house while taking care of Mia, on far too many nights we were too tired for sex.
Even when we had it we just went through the motions a lot of the time. Often in the past Mia would spend the night with one set of her grandparents during the weekend. On those occasions weā€™d have marathon lovemaking sessions that would stretch into the next day but since we had moved to Brooklyn they became just a distant memory. There were times Julianne would get in little digs at me for not doing my husbandly duty enough and sometimes Iā€™d respond in frustration to her barbs.
I felt she should have more understanding as I was working late just about every night now. Plus on the weekends I was trying to fix up little things in the house to save money though I was no handyman. It especially bothered me because it had been Julianne that had really pushed for us to buy now and it was her wanting the kitchen remodeled with expensive appliances that had put us into such debt. She also refused to agree to rent out part of the building to help us defray the mortgage so I was forced to work excessively.
Itā€™s true she looked after Mia and the house but it just wasnā€™t the same and I hadnā€™t gotten upset with her anyway. If we could survive like this for a while then things would become much easier in the future I felt. The brightest spot during this period for me was my little daughter. She was so excited about starting first grade – real school she called it. We brought her together on her first day and that morning I went in late to work so I could witness it. We took pictures of Mia in her new outfit with her princess backpack and she was very brave and not scared at all. She was already introducing herself to her schoolmates and I knew sheā€™d be making friends in no time.
In the coming days in order to keep herself busy Julianne became something of a class mom and she spent a lot of time going to PTA meetings and volunteering for school activities and basically helping out where needed. This was a good thing I believed as a lot of the children came from single family and broken homes with no parental encouragement of any kind. In fact many of the parents never did a thing to help out even if it would have benefited their own children. So in no time she knew all the teachers and administrators as well as any parents that actually cared about how things went in the school.
Meanwhile Mia did very well in class as she was an intelligent girl and she already read years above her grade level so she helped some of her classmates who didnā€˜t. Because of this she was extremely popular and had many friends but she had a special friend, a girl named Essence Taylor. Essence was a sweet, little African-American girl and they had bonded over both loving to watch princess movies, ponies and the like.
Iā€™d met her parents at a school function and it was obvious that they doted on their daughter. Her mother Jada in fact was a teacher at another city school while her father DeMarcus had driven a city bus until he was forced onto disability due to a chronic bad back. The two girls became inseparable and were virtually joined at the hip whenever they had the chance. In fact every time I saw Mia, which wasnā€™t as often as I wished due to my working late every night, she had some story about Princess Essence as she called her bff.
As we approached the beginning of winter we had settled into a routine of sorts. Iā€™d wake Mia before then walking to the subway to catch my train to work while her mother would dress and feed her before bringing her to school. Julianne spent the day doing housework or helping at school until classes were done for the day when sheā€™d bring Mia home. Often Essence would come with them and the girls would play until she would be picked up by one of her parents at which time ā€˜my girlsā€™ would eat dinner without me.
I would usually get home late and reheat my dinner while doing more work on my laptop until I was unable to keep my eyes open. Then Iā€™d kiss my sleeping angel good night before staggering off to bed. On the weekends I tried to come up with activities we could do as a family as it was our only chance to do so. Julianne was less enthusiastic but went along with it as the three of us rode the subway to different museums and explored all over the city.
Things had improved a little between us or at least weā€™d adjusted to the circumstances I believed. Julianne was no longer taking cheap shots at me and I tried my best to do little romantic things for her when I could. We still werenā€™t making love as often as we used to. In fact recently there had been some nights when Iā€™d attempted to be romantic and I was rebuffed due to my wife having a headache. Julianne could get severe migraines so I was always understanding when this happened. Still we were trying to get back to where we used to be I truly believed.
Then one evening I managed to get home earlier than usual. I was still too late for family dinner but Mia was awake so I was able to give her a bath and then tuck her in. I read her Cinderella and made voices for all the characters which delighted her to no end. It was such a nice moment for us both I didnā€™t want it to end. Since she was still awake after the story finished I started to talk to her about how things in her life were going. Of course she told me happily all about school and Princess Essence and how she loved her new backyard and that she wanted a puppy. Then she said something that seemed a little odd to me.
ā€œI like playing in the backyard Daddy but yesterday I was playing with Princess Essence there and Mommy locked us out of the house.ā€
ā€œWhy would she do that sweetie? Are you sure? Maybe you made a mistake.ā€
ā€œOh no Daddy. Cause Princess Essence had to pee pee and we tried to get in but we couldnā€™t. Then we knocked on the door loud and finally she let us in and said she was sorry.ā€
ā€œOkay Princess Mia, well you girls came inside then so no harm was done.ā€
ā€œWellā€ she answered in a quiet voice ā€œPrincess Essence couldnā€™t wait so she peed in her pants and her daddy had to take her home right away. He got mad about that but Mommy said he had to bring her home.ā€
ā€œSo he came and got her then?ā€
ā€œHe didnā€™t have to come cause he was already here. But Iā€™m not supposed to say that, Mommy told me not to. Sorry, am I in trouble Daddy?ā€
ā€œNo, of course not sweetie. Just donā€™t mention it to Mommy that you told me and I wonā€™t either. Now its getting late and you need to go to sleep and dream nice dreams until you wake up. Can you do that for me?ā€
She nodded and I leaned down and kissed her good night before shutting off the light and leaving her room. What sheā€™d told me was strange for sure but I didnā€™t want to read too much into it though I admit I had a bad premonition. I waited until later that night when I had the right opportunity where Julianne was relaying something about what Mia and Essence had done in school that day to broach the subject.
ā€œMia told me earlier that they were accidentally locked in the yard the other dayā€ I said in a nonchalant fashion.
A look crossed her face but just as quickly her expression returned to the placid one she had before Iā€™d spoken.
ā€œThat silly girl. They werenā€™t locked out. For some reason they had trouble opening the door is all. Poor Essence had a little accident which probably upset them further. I had to call her house so she could be picked up earlyā€ Julianne replied.
During our conversation I wasnā€™t directly facing her but from the corner of my eye I saw her furtively looking at me as she talked. When I let the subject drop and changed it to something else she appeared relieved. A little later that night before I had a chance to approach her romantically Julianne informed me that she felt one of her headaches coming on and she was going to bed early. That made me even more apprehensive than Iā€™d been. Another night where we didnā€™t make love and all I could think about was either Mia was mistaken about more than one thing in regard to the day before or that Julianne was hiding something.
My sleep was troubled by nightmares that night and I felt even more like a zombie the next morning than I had recently. After waking my little girl I headed downstairs to head out to work. Julianne was in the kitchen sipping coffee so I went to kiss her goodbye. I noticed she was wearing makeup and perfume and seemed very upbeat and full of energy.
ā€œHow are you feeling this morning Jul?ā€ I asked.
ā€œGood, the headache has gone away. Sleep is the only real cure dear. I feel so good I think I might go shopping after I drop Mia offā€ she told me in an offhand way.
ā€œWell donā€™t spend too much – we canā€™t afford itā€ I replied with a hint of annoyance in my voice.
ā€œI know that Sam, really sometimes you can be impossibleā€ she said while making no effort at hiding her displeasure.
That morning seemed to be from a nightmare. The A Train was late and when it arrived it was jam packed with the polyglot mass that was New York City. My head pounded from the clanking of the train and ached from the multitude of voices as I was jostled and buffeted during my short ride into downtown Manhattan. And through it all one thought burned in my brain. My wife, the sweet girl I had fallen in love with, was being unfaithful!
I seethed with anger and I literally saw red. The world seemed to be washed with blood to my tired eyes. Every rider appeared sinister in look or intent to me but I knew it was just my own black mood. While I climbed the stairs up to the street I managed to calm myself and my anger was pushed just below the surface allowing me to function normally. Because Iā€™d remembered something. In order for lower insurance rates Iā€™d installed a security system with digital cameras. I could simply go onto my computer and check the day in question to see if Essenceā€™s father was there earlier than my wife said and I prayed Julianne was telling me the truth.
My face outwardly displayed none of the turmoil I was feeling as I approached my desk. I returned the greetings from my co-workers like any other morning but all I cared about was getting on my computer to see. There was no pretense on my part once I logged on of checking my e-mails or for anything work related. Immediately I accessed the security site and signed in. Once there I pulled up the surveillance footage from two days before and ran it from the early morning. I watched the image of myself leaving for work and a little later saw Julianne and Mia head off to school.
It felt like a kick to my stomach when less than an hour after leaving Julianne returned and she wasnā€™t alone. Towering over my petite wife was Essenceā€™s father DeMarcus. He hovered behind her, his large hands resting on her tiny upper arms as she unlocked the front door. They disappeared from sight as the door closed behind them. It took only seconds in real time but it was over five hours in actual elapsed time when they emerged outside again.
When Julianne had entered the house earlier sheā€™d been wearing skinny jeans and a sweater under her leather jacket. Now to go along with her bubble jacket she had on her VS sweatpants professing her love of pink. It was strong evidence though circumstantial, not that it mattered. With no-fault divorce both parties were treated the same whether guilty or innocent. If thatā€™s where we were headed she could get a sympathetic judge whoā€™d order me to move out and pay all her bills while living on the street for all I knew. Not that such a possibility was my primary thought at the moment.
No, all I was thinking about was escaping the black chasm of hurt and pain I found myself in. The place Iā€™d been transported to by what Iā€™d seen. But even under that crushing burden some of my idiosyncrasies remained. In my mind not an iota of doubt remained but somehow I needed more proof and I knew how to get it. The security surveillance system was high tech and expandable. Right now all that was connected was a camera located at both the front and back doors but it had the ability to have four more cameras linked without any further upgrades.
Searching online I found where I could obtain a set of four compatible wireless cameras for around one hundred dollars total. I ordered them immediately and paid the extra money for next day delivery as well as having them sent to my office. Weā€™d been planning on going and staying at Julianneā€™s parents during the coming weekend and I saw my chance.
On Friday night I mentioned that I wasnā€™t feeling well and if I didnā€™t recover by the next morning then it would be better for me to stay home and rest. The toughest part was saying goodbye to Mia that morning. When she heard I wasnā€™t going she volunteered to stay home and keep me company but I dissuaded her, as did her mother.
ā€œDonā€™t worry Mia. Daddy will be fine. If you donā€™t go Nana and Papa will be very disappointed. This way Daddy can rest so heā€™ll feel better Monday and not have to miss any work.ā€
When she said that I almost bit my tongue to stop from answering her. Whatā€™s the matter I thought, canā€™t have me home sick for even one day where youā€™ll have to go without. But somehow I held my tongue even after she kissed me goodbye on my cheek to avoid my ā€˜germsā€™.
The first thing I did after they left was to log on to the security site. Randomly I checked a number of days over the past month and on every day but one DeMarcus was there during school hours. Still Iā€™d always been one to flog a dead horse so I continued forward with my plan. I hoped that by literally seeing what they were doing would be the last nail in the coffin that had been my love.
One of the cameras I placed in the living room on top of the entertainment armoire. It was a tall armoire and I knew that Julianne wouldnā€™t see it up there. She was barely over five feet in height, in fact she always joked she was five feet and a quarter inch which I used to love about her. Maybe if she was cleaning on top of the armoire then sheā€™d see it but where would she find the time to clean with all her recent alley cat behavior.
Next I went and examined where in our bedroom would be the best location to place a camera. It had to get a good view of the bed while being hidden. Finally I settled on a closet shelf where I could conceal it partially behind some of my shoe boxes. It might work as the closet door had louvers but I wasnā€™t sure. So I put a second camera under my dresser with the lens pointing at an upward angle. Neither might get a perfect shot but it wasnā€™t like I was making a movie just trying to get incontrovertible proof.
After they were set up I logged on so that I could see if they worked. While none was perfect I was able to see the rooms in question good enough. Since I had one camera remaining I decided to put it in the kitchen since it was there that the door to the backyard was located. Now that the work was done I would just have to be patient and wait until the following week.
Being alone with nothing to do and in a bad state of mind I began to drink some. These days I didnā€™t often partake as in the past I enjoyed it a little too much but since Mia was born I had greatly cut down. But right now it was just what the doctor ordered I reasoned. Of course the more I drank the angrier I became and bad thoughts now filled my brain.
The sanest idea I had was to try and figure out a way that I could take Mia and disappear from New York and start a brand new life elsewhere, just the two of us. But I knew it would never work though it was nice to imagine. I knew my little princess would never do anything to crush me as her whore mother had. My other thoughts were dark and violent and frankly that surprised me a little as Iā€™d never been that kind of person. Hell, I didnā€™t even support the death penalty and here I was fantasizing about the most extreme and violent deaths I could inflict on Julianne and DeMarcus.
Somehow none of them seemed excessive enough though. My favorite ones were inspired by some classic Hollywood celluloid. What I thought about was a foolproof way to kill Julianne and then frame DeMarcus for the crime. The thought of that made me smile and chuckle in my sorry mental state. But even drunk I realized that in all probability it would never work. Iā€™d somehow mess up and leave some evidence and it would be me ending up in prison leaving Mia an orphan and I couldnā€™t bear that thought.
While dreaming of violent revenge made me feel a little bit better I also knew that wasnā€™t the real me. Still it helped me make it through Saturday night and into Sunday. On Monday I would get proof positive so none could deny it and proceed from there. For I was determined that if Julianne continued with her inappropriate conduct that I would get custody of Mia. There was no way Iā€™d let her have Mia while carrying on with a married man.
The girls didnā€™t arrive until early Sunday evening and somehow I acted like all was well as I didnā€™t wish to upset Mia. Soon enough her young life would be thrown into turmoil by the sins of her elders. Before I left for work Monday morning I forced myself to be as nice as possible to Julianne. Maybe if sheā€™d said or done something like the old Julianne would have it might have changed events but it was obvious that she couldnā€™t wait for me to leave. No doubt she was already thinking about the fun sheā€™d be having later as I toiled to make it all possible.
When I arrived at the office I somehow put these thoughts out of my head and got right to work. Last week I hadnā€™t pulled my weight due to what I was going through mentally and I knew in the future there would be plenty of distractions and probably many days Iā€™d have to take off. So I really bore down and worked straight through the morning and into mid afternoon before finally stopping for a break.
Unfortunately once I did all my troubled thoughts rushed back to the fore. In spite of my best efforts to resist I found myself again logging onto the security site. Taking a deep breath first I then began to watch the front outside camera feed from early in the morning on fast forward. I saw myself head away from the house followed soon after by Julianne and Mia. Unsurprisingly Julianne returned with DeMarcus shortly after and the two of them hurried inside. I switched to the living room camera right afterwards and even with knowing what was coming it still shook me to the core of my being when actually witnessing it.
There before me on the computer screen, recorded only a few hours earlier was my wife, the woman Iā€™d pledged eternal love and devotion to, acting like a common slut. No sooner did they enter the living room then DeMarcus slapped Julianne on her small, cute ass causing her to turn back to him and smile. She then put both of their jackets on a chair and immediately after that sank to her knees in front of him.
Julianneā€™s small hand started rubbing against his crotch while her other was already undoing his baggy jeans. He pushed them down once she successfully unbuttoned them freeing his half hard cock as he wasnā€™t wearing underwear. Julianne immediately reacted and took his cock with her hand and held it steady so she could wrap her lips around it. Once ready she took as much as she could fit in one smooth movement. After which she rapidly began sliding her mouth along its length in an effort to harden it fully.
DeMarcus ran a hand through her silky hair as she worked his piece deep and he seemed to be greatly enjoying her efforts as he swiftly hardened. She pulled her mouth off him and then started to run her pink tongue the length of his cock from the bulbous head all the way down the long, broad shaft until reaching his big, heavy balls. She actually worked one into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment before releasing it and then licking back in an upward direction.
Her right hand cradled his balls as she again swallowed his head and what she did next really hurt me deeply. As I watched her bob her pretty head on the top half of his hardness her left hand began to stroke the lower half. What stood out to me the most, even more than the contrast between her milky white skin and his dark ebon erection, was watching her wedding and engagement rings on her ring finger as she jerked him. They were supposed to be symbols of our eternal union but instead they mocked me for my misguided trust in her.
As this went on I watched him pull his shirt over his head and toss it onto the couch after which he appeared to be speaking to her. Julianne pulled her head from his cock which appeared to be coated in her saliva before she unlaced his sneakers. DeMarcus stepped out of both them and his jeans as my adulterous wife stood. He directed her to the couch and followed behind her as she moved there.
She knelt on a cushion facing the back of the couch and once she had Julianne unbuttoned her own jeans and worked them down to mid thigh. She then wiggled her small ass to encourage him as he moved right behind her. With the location of the camera where it was in relation to the position of the couch I observed as much of his hard cock disappeared inside her in one thrust. Her lovely face turned sideways so that she was now unknowingly facing the direction of the camera and I could see that her eyes were closed and her open mouth formed an O as she moaned. Not for the first time I was glad that there was no sound to go along with the video. If I heard what was going on I believe I might have lost my mind.
I knew Julianneā€™s pussy had to be soaked in order to swallow that much cock with no foreplay. But she took it deep and judging by her reaction she wanted even more. Her hips went backwards as she fucked him and her hand grabbed a hold of his upper leg to gain leverage. For the next couple of minutes my wife maintained a rapid pace of backing into DeMarcus as deep as her tight little pussy could take while he stood there and enjoyed it.
I observed her saying something to him after which he leaned forward a little and started lifting her shirt. She had to release his leg so that he was able to remove it from her and once he did I saw she was wearing a fancy black Agent Provocateur bra. It didnā€™t remain on her for long though as his big hand unsnapped it allowing Julianne to slip it off freeing her pert breasts.
They were small, barely more than bumps with juicy mouth watering pink nipples on top but as I knew they were extremely sensitive and responsive. He must have known it too because once they were free he reached out his big hands and took hold of them and squeezed them roughly. Again her mouth opened in a moan and now DeMarcus took control of their coupling.
Where before heā€™d been content to let her set the pace DeMarcus now fucked her hard. With his large body turned sideways in regards to the camera position I watched his big ass pumping rapidly as he drove deep into Julianneā€™s pink paradise with each thrust. He kept hold of her breasts as he did so preventing her body from moving in reaction to the pounding she was receiving.
Finally after it appeared that theyā€™d never stop he released her breasts and took a step backwards. His long cock popped free and it was slick from her vaginal juices. With one hand he grasped his shaft while his other wrapped in her brown hair. Slowly and unsteadily she climbed off the couch at which time he pulled her head down to his crotch. Julianne extended her tongue and swirled it around the head before opening her mouth wide and engulfing him.
DeMarcus then fucked her face for a minute before pulling her off him by her hair. He motioned to the couch while saying something after which Julianne positioned herself on her back on the couch. She kicked her sneakers off after which he yanked her pants from her. Her pussy was right at the edge of the couch and she held her legs up in the air and spread wide for him. He crouched down with his legs spaced far apart and brought his cock to her entrance. It appeared as if she was begging for cock but instead he rubbed it against the outside of her lips teasing her.
Unwilling to wait Julianne released one of her legs and grasping him just below his head she guided it to her waiting hole. With a cocky grin he pushed it deep inside her as he grabbed both her slim thighs and lifted them higher. Now that her body position was to his liking he sped up his rhythm to a fast pace. In spite of this he showed no signs of slowing or stopping. I had to grudgingly admit that he displayed remarkable sexual stamina but that only made the torture worse for me.
Finally though even he must have reached his breaking point as he had yanked Julianne partially off the couch so half her body was in the air. As he continued banging her suddenly with no warning he stopped as his body stiffened and tensed and for a minute he didnā€™t move except for slightly hanging his head. Julianne on the other hand now wrapped her slim white legs around his thick waist and hooked her feet. She also stroked his head with her left hand again flashing her rings to my hurt eyes.
They stayed like that for a minute before DeMarcus slid one of his large arms under her lower back while she twined her much smaller ones around his thick neck. Placing his other hand against the couch for support he stood upright taking her with him. Once standing his hands grabbed her ass cheeks and began to raise and lower her sexy, petite body onto his still hard cock. In this position the contrast in their body sizes really stood out. Julianne was so tiny in comparison to him. She barely weighed one hundred pounds and was thin while DeMarcus easily weighed over double that and from his torso to his heavy limbs he was thick everywhere.
From the look on her face Julianne was loving it and in fact I could see she was using her arms to assist him. Her body bounced up and down as she rode him and this went on for a few minutes until DeMarcus began to walk with her from the living room and out of the cameraā€™s range. Staring at my now empty living room I was torn on whether to switch to another camera. I already had all the evidence I needed and Iā€™d never considered myself a masochist but somehow I felt I had to watch to the bitter end. Maybe that was what it would take to purge all positive emotions and memories I had of her. With a trembling hand I clicked the link to one of the bedroom cameras.
No surprise when I saw him lying on the bed, our bed – my bed, as the bitch knelt between his legs and her mouth again sucked his thick black cock. After a little while she stopped and moved forward so she was straddling him. Her small hand grasped him and unerringly guided him back to her pussy and once set she impaled herself on it.
It was getting to be too much for me to take so I hit fast forward. Though I kept the picture up on my screen I no longer stared at it. When I noticed that in real time she had been riding DeMarcus for over a half hour with him occasionally pinching or sucking one of her erect nipples with no signs of stopping I could take no more. Disgustedly I closed the window and stood and stretched my cramping muscles.
It was now well beyond my normal lunch hour not that I felt too hungry. Still I had to get out if just for some air. A couple of minutes later I stood on a crowded Manhattan street. Though late fall the sun was still shining and to most the world appeared the same but not to me. I began to walk aimlessly until I saw a bar across the street from me.
Five minutes later I sat inside at a table as I downed a Jameson in one gulp. I ordered a burger and fries though I was unable to force down more than a few swallows. The two additional drinks I ordered I consumed fully though so that when I left I felt a tiny bit better. On the way back to the office I came across a liquor store where I made a quick detour.
A little later I was back at my desk though all I did was stare vacantly into space. It was only at 6:00 P.M. when most people had left for the day that I roused myself again. Slipping the bottle from my coat pocket I cracked it and poured myself a stiff one. If I was going to confront Julianne tonight then I might as well get plastered first. As I sipped the whiskey I again logged on the site and decided to check what had happened later that afternoon.
So I watched as Julianne, DeMarcus, Mia and Essence arrived at the house. They settled in the kitchen first where she gave the girls a snack at the table. Once they were finished Julianne sent them one at a time to the bathroom and when they were finished the girls put on their coats as she ushered them into the backyard.
No sooner had she closed the door then DeMarcus who was right behind her nuzzled her slender neck as his hand reached for the backdoor lock. She broke free from him and turned and faced him and it appeared as if she was disagreeing with his plans. For a minute or two they talked and gestured and it seemed he wasnā€™t happy. Finally he threw his hands up in the air as if to say whatever. He then said something with an angry look on his face.
Julianne reached her hand out in a conciliatory manner but he pushed it away brusquely. She looked like she was pleading with him but it seemed to have no effect until finally I took it he got his way. DeMarcus smiled as he now locked the door and pulled down his pants. Julianne picked up a bottle of extra virgin olive oil from the countertop and unscrewed the lid. Pouring some on her hand she rubbed it onto his hard cock, especially on the swollen head.
He took the bottle from her and applied a little more to himself as she unbuttoned her pants and wriggled them to her knees. DeMarcus pushed her down so that she was bent over with her ass sticking out while her hands pressed against the door at her waist level. He dipped his fingers in oil and then pressed them against her tiny asshole and when he did I watched her slight body tremble.
Now this was the final insult to me. It was pretty obvious what was about to happen as he now forced two thick fingers into her backdoor. Since Iā€™d first had sex with Julianne ten years ago there were certain things that she wouldnā€™t do or even consider. Assplay was number one on that list. On occasions when licking her sweet pussy or perhaps even just brushing it with my finger in passing she would physically recoil from any contact with her little rosebud.
Once during a drunken New Years Eve session I decided since she was tipsy to give it another try. So while performing cunnilingus on her I started to give her asshole a real tongue lashing. She pushed me away firmly and told me in no uncertain terms that ā€˜back thereā€™ was not one of her erogenous zones and if I loved her I wouldnā€™t do that again. Being the sucker I now recognized myself to be I of course relented and even apologized to her.
And now as I watched it was obvious that DeMarcus was under no such restrictions. After a minute of him forcefully finger fucking her brown hole he appeared ready. Spacing his legs widely he lined up his big cock head with her tiny sphincter and began working it in. This couldnā€™t have been the first time theyā€™d done this as his progress was too fast and easy for it to have been.
Steadily he slid further in until his big balls rested against Julianneā€™s pink pussy lips. Once buried he waited a few seconds before starting to move but once he began he didnā€™t take it easy. Immediately he pounded her hard and with each thrust I saw her petite body shake from the force. They hadnā€™t been going for more than a minute or two when he stopped moving. Twisting his body he reached to the counter and picked up a dish towel.
Julianne turned her face to look back at which time he handed it to her. She put it in her mouth and bit down on it and then put her hand back against the door. With her now ready DeMarcus went to town on my wifeā€™s cute ass. He aggressively fucked her, in fact so much so that while he was pounding her Julianneā€™s body started to sink toward the floor even with her hands against the door. He pulled his cock out and pointed to the floor at which time she knelt on the tiles on the kitchen floor with her head right by the door and her ass sticking as high in the air as she could manage.
Keeping his legs spread wide he crouched down until he could again force his way into her ass. DeMarcus rested one hand on her butt and leaned on the door with the other at which time he resumed thrusting. Maybe it was the tightness of her ass or that the girls were in the backyard just beyond the door that spurred him on to completion. The rapid pace of his pumping must have also contributed for in less than ten minutes he pulled his big cock from her hole and I saw it was shooting cum as he did so.
The thick white fluid landed on her upturned ass but even as it did Julianne was moving. First removing the towel she then twisted her torso around and up so that DeMarcus could bring his still spewing cock to her mouth. He had shot most of his load by this time but the last few small spurts found her cheek before she could take him into her mouth. As she sucked and licked his spent cock I couldnā€™t help but observe that her face was streaked by tears and that her brown eyes were still watery no doubt caused by his hard ass fucking.
Love can turn to hate pretty quickly and itā€™s a thin line even in the best of circumstances really. And at that moment I felt real hate for her. Maybe there was still some love lurking somewhere deep inside me but the hate far outweighed it. Shutting down my computer I then sat there and brooded and drank and brooded some more. It was now almost ten at night as I dragged myself to my feet. Putting my laptop in its bag I next put on my long trench coat as I prepared to leave.
Seeing the half finished bottle of whiskey I slipped that in my inner coat pocket before departing. The subway station was empty by this time of night as downtown Manhattan is still mostly commercial and most area workers had long since returned to their homes. When the train arrived I unsteadily staggered on board though as it was approaching the platform I had a momentary urge to throw my body before it in the depths of my despair.
It was visions of Miaā€™s face as well as not wanting Julianne to defeat me that prevented me from ending it. There were only a few other people in the car I sat in not that I paid much attention in my condition. When I reached my stop I rose to my feet and exited the train. Walking slowly I passed out through the turnstile and headed in the direction of the staircase that would take me to the street above.
I was about to begin climbing when I heard someone approaching rapidly from the rear of me. Without warning a hand grabbed my shoulder and pushed me against the wall. Turning my head I found myself staring into the barrel of a gun not two feet from my face.
ā€œGive me all you got muthafuckerā€ the voice demanded harshly as I felt my laptop bag pulled roughly from my shoulder.
ā€œCome on, come on, I want your fucking walletā€ the thug demanded as he waved the gun ā€œand your phone as well.ā€
Mechanically I reached into my pocket and removed my wallet which I handed to him before taking my Blackberry from my waist which he snatched. Iā€™m not sure if it was my level of intoxication or maybe I was in shock but as this happened I felt calm and unafraid in spite of being threatened by an armed robber. Once he had my possessions the man shoved me toward the stairs.
ā€œNow get the fuck out of here and donā€™t think about calling the copsā€ he yelled at me.
When he pushed me my momentum carried me in that direction but I stumbled and had to steady myself. By this time heā€™d turned away and was moving slowly back toward the station as he examined my wallet and he seemed to have forgotten I was there or maybe he was just overconfident.
At that moment something snapped in my brain and I acted without conscious thought. Pulling the whiskey bottle from my inside pocket I rushed at his departing figure. He mustā€™ve heard me but before he was able to fully turn I was on him and with one powerful swing the bottle connected with his skull. Every bit of anger and rage Iā€™d been feeling went into that blow, not only what I felt at the robber but also what was caused by my whore of a wife and her scumbag lover.
Glass shattered and flew in every direction as did the whiskey thatā€™d still been in the bottle. The man fell to the concrete floor heavily where he also struck his head injuring him further. When he hit the ground the items heā€™d held scattered about the floor including the gun but at that moment I didnā€™t care. With one hand resting on the wall to support myself I started to kick the semi-conscious man. For the most part I kicked him in his body and he was so out of it he was unable to even try and protect himself.
It was only when I became out of breath that I stopped. He just lay there in a huddled mass whimpering in pain. In spite of my drunkenness the physical activity had cleared my head a little not that I was in my right mind yet. But my brain was working some so I realized it was best to get my stuff and get out of there. It took but a minute to recover my phone and wallet and pocket them. When I went for my laptop the gun was within my reach and guided by something I picked it up.
Now I was certainly no expert when it came to firearms but I had handled them before. A good friend of mine from back home actually competed in target shooting and on more than one occasion Iā€™d went with him to the range when he practiced. I was no sharpshooter but I still had fired a gun many times and knew the basics.
The gun I now held was a Ruger nine millimeter semi-automatic and its serial number had been defaced meaning it was illegal and most likely stolen. Looking around first and seeing no one about I slipped it into my inner coat pocket then I picked up my computer bag and stood. With one final kick to his body I turned and hurried to the street above.
Maybe it was my near brush with death but I was in a better mood then Iā€™d recently been in. As I walked to my house I actually whistled an off key tune as I thought. Maybe I wasnā€™t really thinking clearly but it seemed to me that the way things had just happened was fate. With all that had been going wrong in my life recently I was meant to do what Iā€™d done which also meant I was supposed to have the gun.
When I arrived home it was silent and dark but it was pretty late. Not being able to bear seeing Julianne after what Iā€™d observed earlier I put my coat and bag on the living room floor and sat in my recliner. Since heā€™d fucked her on the couch there was no way I could sit there so closing my eyes I made due with the chair.
When I awoke the next morning my back was stiff but remarkably that was the extent of things. My head was clear and I had no ill effects from my drinking or barely eating the day before. It was right around the time I normally got up so I headed to the bathroom and got in the shower. That refreshed me greatly and once Iā€™d shaven I felt almost human.
I had to go into the bedroom to dress but Julianne was still under the covers and didnā€™t say a word as I did. Next I went to Miaā€™s room and stared at my little sleeping angel. She looked so adorable as she slept under her princess sheets and I waited to wake her for as long as possible. I just wanted to remember that picture in my mind always no matter what might lie ahead.
It was only when I heard Julianne stirring that I reluctantly woke Mia. When she opened her eyes I gave her the biggest hug and I told her I loved her more than anything in the world. While I was leaving her room I could feel the tears in my eyes. It was when I retrieved my coat and bag that the memory of last night really came back to me. My coat reeked of whiskey and I was very aware of the weight of the gun. Just as I was heading out the door I heard Julianne calling out to me but without pausing I closed the door quietly behind me. While I walked down the street I dialed my job on my cellphone and informed them that I wouldnā€™t be coming in to work.
Since I had to wait for Mia to go to school before confronting Julianne and probably DeMarcus I decided to have breakfast first. There wasnā€™t really anywhere nearby to go so I hopped on the subway and got off in downtown Brooklyn by Borough Hall. There I found a Starbucks and ordered breakfast then sat at a table while I had it. I had gotten a few strange looks due no doubt to stinking like alcohol but I ignored them. Though I wasnā€™t a fan of Starbucks particularly I knew they had wifi so I opened my laptop and logged on. Like clockwork Julianne arrived with DeMarcus shortly after taking Mia to school.
Since I expected that I wasnā€™t really surprised. So I shut down my computer and headed back home. It would have been better if Iā€™d been able to wait closer but what can you do. Unfortunately that would give them plenty of time to get busy and I didnā€™t want to see that in the flesh but on the other hand it would be hard to deny when caught in the act literally.
Less than a half hour later I stood outside my front door. Maybe it was because Iā€™d survived the crucible the night before but I felt eerily calm at the moment. I had stared down death and triumphed so what could hurt me now and besides I was in the right!
Taking a deep breath I unlocked the front door and quietly stepped inside shutting the door behind me. First I put my bag on the floor off to the side before heading straight toward my bedroom. The sounds they were making, or rather Julianne was making, could clearly be heard by me. In spite of being prepared for this it still made me stop a second to collect myself.
That was when I thought of something. It really didnā€™t matter that I was the wronged party. When I confronted them I had no idea how theyā€™d react. Not good probably and DeMarcus was a big man, he probably had fifty pounds on me. Prepare for all eventualities I told myself as I reached into my coat pocket and removed the gun.
Realizing I hadnā€™t even checked if it was loaded I examined it now. First I pulled back the slide and saw there was a bullet in the chamber. Carefully I slid it back before removing the clip. It had at least some bullets in it so I snapped the clip back into place. The safety was off and it was ready to go. Keeping it in my hand, which I kept by my side, I walked forward and turning at the door I entered the bedroom.
She was on her hands and knees on the bed and he was behind her pounding her doggy style. She saw me almost immediately though he didnā€™t notice right away. She scrambled forward with a shocked expression on her face which caused them to become uncoupled and made him to turn to see what she was looking at.
ā€œOh my God! Sam!ā€ she screamed ā€œwhat are you doing here?ā€
ā€œHello dear. I decided to surprise you today and it looks like I haveā€ I replied calmly.
DeMarcus appeared uncertain what to do initially and maybe if he had made the right decision it would have ended differently. But after blinking at me a few times he suddenly got off the bed and faced me with the worst part being his hard cock that had just been in my wife was sticking straight out in my direction.
ā€œNow hold on manā€ he said holding his hands up ā€œwe can work this out. Why donā€™t you back up and weā€™ll talk.ā€
ā€œYou donā€™t tell me what to do in my fucking houseā€ I shouted at him ā€œand didnā€™t anyone tell you it isnā€˜t fucking polite to point.ā€
ā€œListen I donā€™t want this to turn out bad so calm down now before Iā€¦ā€ he almost growled.
ā€œWait DeMarcusā€ I heard Julianne interrupt but by this point it was too late for talk.
Iā€™d heard enough from him now. If it wasnā€™t bad enough heā€™d been fucking my wife every day in MY bed, but now he was going to tell me what to do while threatening me.
ā€œWrong answerā€ was all I said to him.
I raised my arm and once it was aimed in the general direction of his groin I pulled the trigger. Iā€™d forgotten how loud gunfire could be and the bedroom wasnā€™t that large which made it sound even worse. He grunted when he was hit but he was still standing so I shot him again and this time he fell to the floor.
Julianne had been cowering on the bed but when he fell she suddenly rolled off it and rushed in my direction. In spite of her being the truly guilty party in all this I never considered hurting her as she was the mother of my child. With my free hand I just sent her sprawling back onto the bed with a push then stepped right next to DeMarcus who was writhing in pain on the floor. There was already blood pooling besides him but there was going to be more. A lot more. What I had reluctantly started I was now going to finish.
ā€œSorry about this but where the fuck do you get off with what you did!ā€ I told him as I tried to aim near where I thought his heart was located.
ā€œPlease I have a familyā€ he gasped.
ā€œSo do I, or did until you fucked my wife! Maybe you should have thought about that before you did this! Maybe you should have thought of your wife and daughter first and not your dick!ā€
I fired three or four more shots into him, Iā€™m not sure which. He was making a terrible noise when I left the room. I went and sat on my chair in the living room. From the bedroom I could hear her crying hysterically. As I sat there I wondered if I shouldā€™ve shot him more times. There was a story in the newspaper recently where someone was shot nine times and survived. And DeMarcus was a big man. But I trusted in fate. Stupid, right?
It wasnā€™t long before there was the sound of a siren followed by pounding at the front door of my house, but not for much longer. Good riddance! Nothing but trouble!
I answered the door and was confronted by two of New Yorkā€™s Finest standing on the door step.
ā€œThereā€™s a gun on a chair in the living roomā€ I told them as I put my hands in the air.
The only thing I said after that was to ask for my phone call. Thankfully my brother answered on the third ring.
ā€œDean, listen carefully. Iā€™m under arrest. I just killed Julianneā€™s lover. Youā€™re the only one that can help me. Thanks I knew I could count on you.ā€
The lawyer he arranged for was able to get me out on bail with my parents putting up their house as collateral. I stayed there as well once Iā€™d been freed. It made more sense that way. Iā€™m not sure where Mia was, whether with her maternal grandparents or in hiding with her mother. Either way I was so sorry for what she was going through because of me.
In spite of that I did have a surprise visitor, Julianneā€™s mother Maureen. She and I had always gotten along great from when I first began dating her daughter. She told me that Mia was doing fine under the circumstances and she knew as little as possible about what happened. What she said then surprised me a little but like I say we were always close.
ā€œSam you know I love my daughter but youā€™re a good man I believe and just about the best father Iā€™ve seen. The way you and Miaā€¦ā€ she had to stop briefly as she got choked up when she thought about it.
ā€œLike I said I love my daughter but what she did to you was wrong. Iā€™m not saying what you did was right either but I can understand why. Thatā€™s all I want to say.ā€
We hugged and cried and I begged her to watch out for Mia.
The lawyer Dean got for me was sharp. He wanted to go with a temporary insanity defense unless the prosecutor was willing to cut a good deal. All I cared about what was finding a way to have a chance to stay in my daughterā€™s life. I was willing to serve some time if Iā€™d be freed while she was still relatively young.
They had all the evidence. The video of me coming in and shooting DeMarcus. But there was also the video of what he and my wife had been up to and how that had contributed to my mental state. Then there was the subway surveillance video. While it didnā€™t show the altercation it did show me drunkenly walking across the camera range and the thug hurrying after me. Heā€™d been found unconscious where Iā€™d said I hit him and he had a lengthy rap sheet including for armed robbery. In fact that was what he was out on parole for.
That only bolstered my case that I hadnā€™t planned on killing DeMarcus in advance. Donā€™t misunderstand me – I considered my actions rational and justified under the circumstances and I was glad that Iā€™d killed him. But he was the legal expert so I was prepared to follow his advice. Just as long as Iā€™d be free before my little girl was all grown up. Thatā€™s all I wanted.
THE END
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Rapist at 14 #8

Rapist at 14 #8
I would like to first apologize to the readers of this series. When I first wrote it I also wrote to many other stories that didnā€™t have and ending yet and this one got lost in the shuffle.
Prologue:
As you will remember in my last two stories I had been hit by a car by a women named Carol Woods which ruined my football career and thereby losing my scholarship. I moved back home to my mothers house and waited two years before I wet back and raped Carol Wood plus making her fuck her son and suck his cock. When I left her son was still fucking her. During the following year I was still pretty upset in loosing my scholarship and any chance I had to being an FBI Agent. In that year I raped five women.
Also readers I am not a rapist this series is my imagination at to what a rapist could be like.
CONTINUING THE STORY;
I stayed around the house for about a week doing nothing but fucking my sister. I had lost all interest in fucking my Mother and was glad she had found someone. I got a job with an insurance company as a fraud investigator so I got to travel a lot which kept my mind off what happened to me a little bit. I”m getting a little ahead of myself hear.
The first week I was home I took my sister Sara to a concert in the woods. It was a music festival with a lot of semi known as well as some local bands. We had been there about an hour and a half when we decided to get something to eat and watch one of the Rock Bands. They were at the bottom of the hill and a lot of people were sitting up there listening to them. I noticed a woman in her early 30ā€™s I think sitting on the hill with her legs a little apart and she had no underwear on. You could see her shaved pussy and occasionally she would turn and open her legs wide. I could see that all the members of the band had hard-onā€™s.
Just as Sara told me she had to pee the woman got up and started walking up into the trees. Now the bathrooms which were outhouses were on the other side of the field about a Ā¼ mile from us. I told Sara to go ahead and Iā€™d wait here, but if I wasnā€™t here when she got back to wait. I might go look at some of the booths that were on the fringe and were made up of a lot of kinds of Art work. As soon as she left I got up and headed into the woods in a round about way so I could approach the area she was headed without being seen by anyone below.
I always had my back pack with me that contained my mask, surgery gloves and masking tape as well as some pieces of rope. I circled around the top of the hill and started down in the general direction I thought she would be in. I put on my gloves and took two strips of masking tape and tape their ends to my belt. I could see her sitting on a log just below me taking a shit. I hid behind the nearest tree to her and waited for her to finish shitting. As she began wiping herself with some tissueā€™s she had I snuck up behind her and put one piece of tape over her mouth and then grabbed her around the throat and told her if she struggled I would cut her throat. I had her put her hands in the air and I pulled off her t-shirt but wasn’t surprised to see she had no bra on. I taped her arms to her side and then bent her over the far end of the log she had been shitting on dropping my pants as I shoved my cock into her pussy.
Her cunt took my cock as if it belonged there and I fucked her real hard for a long time. She tried to turn to see who I was but with my mask on she couldnā€™t see my face. I pulled out of her pussy and without any preperation I shoved my cock in her Ass and fucked her there. Her Ass had been fucked before and I slid in easily. For about thirty minutes I took turns fucking her Ass and her pussy finally driving deep inside her now totally wet hole and came. I took her over to a skinny tree and had her put her arms around it and I taped her hands so that she had enough room to not be totally against the tree and left going back up the hill removing my mask and gloves. I stopped at a booth and bought a cheap pair of ear rings before going back to where we had been sitting. Sara was waiting and was thrilled with the ear rings.
We wondered around listening to several bands when two squad cars showed up and four policemen got out and ran up the hill. They soon came down with the women and four boys. It turned out that the boys all about fourteen were hiking on the hill and found her bound to the tree and decided to take turns fucking her. From what I could hear each one had fucked her at least twice. Someone I guest saw what was going on and called the police on their cell phone. The woman was sitting with her legs wide open and her head down. I noticed the police and everyone else was having trouble not looking at her stretched out pussy. I watched a couple of women jerked their men away when they saw them looking at her pussy.
On the way home Sara kept talking about the woman and her dripping pussy. She said she got turned on looking at it and gave me a blow job on the way home. She has become real good at it. She stopped after sucking me a short time and asked me ā€œWho have you been fucking.ā€ Shit I thought I should have washed myself off. Only you sweet one, I guess I should have taken a shower before we left this morning. ā€œI donā€™t remember ever smelling this strong,ā€ She said. Itā€™s hot out there, what do you expect I told her. That seemed to do the trick and she resumed sucking me. It took us an hour to get home and I didnā€™t cum until we were a block from the house. When we got home she said, ā€œMom wonā€™t be home tonight so I want you to take a nice long shower after dinner because Iā€™m going to fuck your brains out tonight. She dammed near did.
My next rape came about three weeks later. I was investigating a woman who had made a claim that she had severely hurt her neck when a large ice chest fell off a shelf and hit her in a major sporting chain store. She was suing for two million dollars plus punitive damages. Our company was paying for her doctor bills but when the original doctor who examined her and took x-rays said it didnā€™t seem to be that bad. The company asked me to investigate the case. When I interviewed her in her home she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. Each time she would spread her legs just enough so that I got a good look at her hairy crotch and of course she didnā€™t have any undies on.
In the inter view I learned that she was divorced and living alone. She had a daughter age 18 away at college and was 42., not bad looking but a little skinny. I judged her to be about a 33b or maybe a ā€œCā€ cup 5ā€™6ā€™ and about 105 lbs and was wearing a big neck brace.
I told her what a nice home she had and complimented her on how neat it was. ā€œWould you like to see the rest of the house,ā€ she said with a big smile on her face giving me another look at her hairy cunt. As we walked through the house and got to her bedroom that had a big four poster bed she asked me how long it would take to process her claim. I told her about six months. ā€œDam, that long? If you could find your way to hurry it along I could really show you my appreciation,ā€ she said and gave me a sexy smile while glancing toward the bed. Now that was not a very subtle invitation I thought.
I followed her for two days but couldnā€™t tell if she was faking or not. Then one nigh I put on my dark clothes and snuck into her back yard. The curtains were drawn but you could see in through a split where the sliding glass doors were. She was in the middle of the floor exercising without the neck brace. I had brought along a camera so I took pictures as I watched her do jumping jacks, and was she limber, she got on her stomach and bent her back so that her feet came back over her head and settled on the floor by her ears. In so doing you could see a large camel toe between her legs as her tights were stretched to their limit. But when she sat on the floor and took her leg and put it by the side of her head with her foot behind her neck that was all I needed I took three pictures doing that.
Just as I started to leave she stood and turned off the lights and went into her bedroom. I tried the slider and I could see it was one of those old cheap locks. I took out a credit card and flipper the catch and it worked. I put the camera in my back pack and took out the gloves mask and tape. I wiped the tape clean of my prints and put the two strips, a short and a long piece, and taped the ends to my left arm. Leabing the pack outside I put on the mask and gloves before slipping into the house. I softly walked down the dark hall. I could hear water running and peeked into her bedroom where I could see her in the shower through the glazzed glass.
I slipped over to the walk in closet and went in and waited. Several minutes later I heard the water turn off and she walked into the bedroom drying her head with a towel. The towel covered her head completely so I walked up behind her and quickly placed the tape over her mouth. I took my arm and placed it around her throat and told her in my low growly voice that if she struggled I would cut her face and throat. Seems women become terrified when they think their face will be disfigured. I told her to place her arms at her side and I taped them to her.
She smelled nice as I taped her. I threw her onto the bed and took a good look at her. I was right she was pretty skinny but her tits were nice even though they were sagging some but were stil firm enough. She was small boned with a nice firm Ass. Her eyes were like saucers but when I dropped my sweat pants and she saw the size of my hard on they go even bigger. She tried to kick me in the balls when I started to lay down beside her. I leaned over and began to tongue her nipples and suck them as she squirmed and tried to move away from me but I put my arm around her neck and prevented her from moving.
I continued kissing licking and sucking her nipples. I slid my hand between her tightly held legs and pushed my fingers into the top portion of her hole. I began to gently rub her clit area and it took a little while before I felt her legs relax some. When she did that I was better able to take my forefinger and circle her tiny nub. I wanted to see if I could get her to want me to fuck her. As I lightly circled and rubbed her clit I could feel her pussy begin to moisten. She parted her legs a little more so I began truning my finger up and down her slit ever so gently just inside her vulva all the while I continued sucking on her nipples.
I could see her breathing was beginning to go faster and she was lying very still. I looked into her eyes and she quickley closed hers very tight. Iā€™m sure she didnā€™t want me to see that I was getting to her. She tensed up again but soon she relaxed was beginning to move her pussy to let my fingers enter her vagina. I teased her a little longer and then slid two fingers inside her, slowly finger fucking her. I slid down between her legs and took my tongue and started circling her clit like I had with my finger. I heard her suck in her breath. I found her little bubble at the top front portion of her vagina and began to rub her ā€œGā€ spot as My tongue slid into her pussy very slowly and deep as I could and began to tongue fuck her.
She was now breathing very rabidly and she gave a little moan every time my tongue came out and over her clit area. I new she was close to cumming because she kept shoving her pussy up into my face over and over. When I began to suck her clit she raised her Ass and moaned through her tape Ahhhhhhhhhh. As I continued to suck her clit and rub her ā€œGā€ spot. She began to violently shove her pussy into my face just before she flung her legs around my head and reared her Ass while squeezing my head with her legs and came. Boy did she cum, she shot a load of water into my mouth and chest causing me to choke. I swallowed some but most of it went on the bed. At the same time she let out an AHHHHHGG, that if the tape hadnā€™t been on her mouth you would have heard it all over the neighborhood BEFORE collapsing.
While she lay there I spread her legs wide and took my cock and placed it at the entrance of her opening and shoving it in about three inches. She had a small pussy and for a 42 year old was really tight. I didnā€™t think it had been fucked very much. I lifted her Ass a little and shoved my cock deep inside her hot well lubricated cunt and began to fuck her. It took about a minute before she began throwing her pussy hard into me on my down stroke. She wasnā€™t very deep and I kept hitting the bottom of her vagina and cervix. I was really enjoying her pussy and was driving my cock fast and deep into her hot hole.
I felt that old familiar feeling as my cock got a little larger. I slowed to prolong my fucking but when I knew I was going to blow I lifted her Ass up high and drove my cock deep and exploded into her cervix. I heard her screaming and it sounded like a muffled nooo, please nooo but it was too late I filled her cervix and pussy full of my warm sperm. I rolled off her and when I looked at her she was rolling her head hard from side to side and she had a wild eyed look.
I smiled at her under my mask as she kept shoving her head from side to side with her eyes still very wide. I went over and took my knife out and sat on her chest. I placed the point next to her neck and pulled the tape off. Using my practiced low growl I asked her what was the matter. ā€œOH god I didnā€™t want you to cum in me Iā€™m right at the prime time of my cycle and could get pregnant. I donā€™t have a man so Iā€™m not on the pill. I placed the tape back over her mouth and told her that was not any of my concern.
I rested for awhile and then took the knife and placed it at her throat as I sat back on her chest. I took the tape off and put my cock tip to her lips and at the same time I let the point o the knife nick her neck. She opened her mouth and I shoved my cock in. She had a very small mouth and could just barely get her mouth around my cock. She wasnā€™t bad, what she lacked in experience she made up with enthusiasm. I knew there was no use in trying to jam my cock into her throat so I just let her suck.
When I was good and hard I turned her over and pulled her Ass cheeks apart. I inserted two fingers into her wet pussy and then tried to put them into her Ass. Her Ass was too tight. She was tighter than my sister the first time. I went into the bathroom and found some KY Jelly that looked like it hadnā€™t been opened in years. I took a goodly amount of it and applied it into her Asshole. I worked her sphincter muscle for quite a while before I could get two fingers in.
I finger fucked her Ass until it could take both fingers clear up to the third knuckle before shoving my cock deep inside her Ass. I fucked her Ass hard for awhile and then I pulled out of her and lifted her up, I was wrong I donā€™t think she weighed a hundred lbs. I sat on the bed and I turned her so she faced me eased her Ass back down on my cock. I laid back and looked at her. There were tears in her eyes but she began to move her Ass up and down my shaft. I steadied her because of her arms being taped to her side as she moved herself up and down. Her Ass was so tight and I could really feel the inside of her Ass wall as it slid up and down my cock. It took her about twenty minutes before I blew my nuts deep into her Ass tunnel. We slept for a couple of hours before I fucked her twice again and left. As I walked back to the car I thought wow she was a real good fuck.
The third one was almost a disaster. I jog almost every morning before going to work. I had noticed this women about in her early thirtyā€™s would just be finishing her run as I started. This meant she had to have started just at sunup. She had one hell of a body with great muscle tone. I decided I wanted her. The park is very woodsy so as I ran I looked for places that might be a good place to grab her. I found two places where the path narrowed between two trees. I liked the second one best because it was deeper into the park and there was large bush behind one of the trees and when I walked behind it I could see it was hard to see the path. Even though I had never seen anyone else on the path that early except her I didnā€™t want to take any unnecessary chances. I didnā€™t run for a couple of days but sat in my car and timed her movements. She came every morning Monday through Friday just before sunup and did some exercises and then started her run.
She would return in forty five minutes give or take a minute. I returned to running like I always did so not to let her notice a change. I also noted that she did not run on the week ends or on rainy days. So this particular day I got up at five am and drove to the park. I parked so that you couldnā€™t see the car from the path. I walked to the spot I chose and took out my mask gloves and tape and put them on. I put the strips of tape on the tree I would be hiding behind and waited behind the big bush and. let her run on by because I decided I would do it on her way back when she would be a little winded.
I got behind the tree and as she jogged by I reached out and grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to me. I tried to spin her around and grab her around the neck like I usually did but she was quick and stronger than I anticipated. She caught me by surprise as she tried to knee me in the balls. Luckily she hit my upper leg. She grabbed at my masked so I hit her hard on the chin and knocked her out. I dragged her behind the bush and took her running clothes bra and panties off. I taped her hands to her side and got between her legs and began to fuck her. She came to as I was fucking her. I fucked her hard and deep and shot a deep load into her pussy. When I got up she tried to kick me so I flipped her onto her stomach. I laid on top of her with my cock between her legs. It took about fifteen minutes before I started to get hard again. I shoved my cock into her pussy and fucked her for a short time before I removed it and jammed it into her Ass. I had intended to be gentle with her but the scare she gave me when she tried to kick me made me angry. I fucked her Ass hard and it took me about twenty minutes before I came again. Surprisingly I was still hard so I jammed my cock back into her pussy and fucked her until it began to soften.
I took a piece of rope I had brought and tied her ankles. I drug her until she was in a position to be seen from the path if someone came along. I picked up my back pack putting the gloves in and I ran a little ways before I took the mask off and ran back to the car. I took off my black sweats and put them in the pack and placed the pack into my trunk. I put on my jogging shorts and just as I started to drive away I thought wait a minute. She is used to seeing me hear every morning. It would be pretty suspicious if I suddenly didnā€™t show. I drove quickly to my house, threw the pack in the garage and hurried back to the park. I was about twenty minutes past my usual time for being here.
I sprinted down the path until I new I was close I stopped to get my breath and then I began to jog like I usually did along the path when I got to the area where I could see she had rolled herself close to the path I stopped and pretended to look around as if I thought someone might still be around. She was trying to holler at me through the tape. I couldnā€™t help but admire her gorgeous body as I took the tape off her mouth. I got another good look and her nice hairless pussy as I untied the rope. I thought I sure would have liked to have eaten some of that. I stood her up and unwound the tape holding her arms.
She pulled me close and was sobbing. I could feel her tits against my chest and I started to get hard. She pushed herself away and went behind the bush and put her clothes on. As she was putting her shoes on she finally spoke between sobs. Some son of a bitch raped me. Did you see anyone when you came? Well I did see and older car going the other way as I came to the park but couldnā€™t see who was inside. I wasnā€™t paying any attention to it. I asked her where she lived and she said just a block from hear so I drove her home. I gave her my name, address and phone number of the office and left.
About eleven oā€™clock I got a call from the police and was told an officer was on his way to talk to me about the incident that morning. When he got there I told him what I knew and then ask the officer, you know in the excitement I didnā€™t even ask her name, would you have it? He told me that if the women wanted me to know she would be the one to tell me.
This incident happened about three weeks after the previous one I metioned above and I was still investigating the women claiming neck and back injuries. I had not wanted to expose those pictures I took so close to my raping her. So two days after the park rape and on the same day as I had seen her exercising before I went to her house at about the same time as before. Like most creatures of habit there she was exercising. The curtains were only drawn about Ā¾ā€™s. I noticed there was a new latch on the slider. I was glad she had on the same sweats so I waited until she was almost through when I knocked on the glass and when she looked up I gave her a thumbā€™s up and pointed to my camera and mouthed thank you.
When she came in to settle her claim with her attorney she glared at me but I just smiled at her. As she left she leaned over and whispered, “You missed a good opportunity you son of a bitch.” I just smiled and thought no I didnā€™t sweet heart. I ran into her about six months later in a grocery store and could see she was pregnant. I said hello, and looked at her belly. She just lifted up her nose and walked off.
Seeing her like that reminded me of my son and daughter so I went to the restaurant where I first saw Marian if maybe she and her mother Lettie might be there. I got lucky they were with the kids except there were now three. Based on the time element it looked like she was right when she said she hoped she was pregnant again. The boy looked to be a little over a year and was just like the other two. I was glad I brought my sister along because I didnā€™t want to raise any suspicions. I smiled at Marion and said, I see you have added another since I was last here, your husband must be very proud. She looked at me kind of funny and hesitated before she said, ā€œYes, I think he is.ā€
A week later I went by there house late, I knew it was the older kidā€™s birthday in a day or so and left a large doll and a truck on the rear porch. I lifted up the mat and the key was still there. Maybe I thought, I donā€™t know why but I always felt at home and at peace when I was here.
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MILFs — Part 1

MILFs – PART 1
Mona Wendell sat in the passenger seat of her Acura sedan, sneaking clandestine peeks at her 17-year-old son, Mark. Her friend Constance and her older sister Betty chattered in the back seat. They were on their way to a health spa in the mountains near the town they all lived in, where they planned to stay the week. Mark was working as a lifeguard at the spa, and had suggested to his mother that she and the others might enjoy some time there, just relaxing, swimming, and getting various beauty treatments. He had been able to get them a discount rate on lodging in the small log cabin complex where he was staying.
Mona was thirty-eight and divorced. She had thrown her ex-husband, Mark Sr., out of the house two years before, after discovering that he was having an affair with a co-worker in his office. She had not had a serious relationship with anyone since the divorce — she just hadnā€™t found anyone yet that really interested her, certainly not enough to sleep with them. And yet, she was still attractive to men, she knew, often turning their heads on the street. She was tall and voluptuous, with short, curly black hair, big 38D breasts that still didnā€™t sag too much, considering their size, and a shapely, round ass.
Constance suddenly addressed Mona in the front seat. ā€œSo, Mona, where have you been hiding this fine, handsome specimen of a man? It seems like only yesterday he was this high!ā€ she said, raising her hand just above the seat. Constance knew Mark well, having been his piano teacher for several years until he quit at age thirteen. She was younger than Mona and Betty, in her mid-thirties, and had two young children, who were spending several weeks of the Summer with her divorced husband. A willowy, attractive woman with flaming red hair, Constance was a born flirt. Beneath her playfulness, though, she managed always to exude a smoldering sexuality.
ā€œHe has grown up, hasnā€™t he?ā€ said Mona, looking admiringly at her son.
ā€œIā€™ll bet heā€™s grown up in more ways than one!ā€ said Constance, laughing.
Betty, sitting next to her, giggled. ā€œConstance, youā€™re terrible! Youā€™ll embarrass the poor boy!ā€ Betty was 40 years old, two years older than Mona. Built shorter and a little more solidly than Mona, she nevertheless had her sisterā€™s big breasts and full, round ass. She liked to say that she was ā€œbuilt for comfort, not speedā€. Her husband was off on the latest in a long series of fishing trips with his buddies, so she was free to do as she pleased this week. He couldnā€™t have cared less how she spent her time anyway, having long since lost any sexual interest in her after she gave birth to their only child.
ā€œOh, I think he can take it,ā€ said Constance, grinning at Mark wickedly. ā€œCanā€™t you, Mark?ā€
ā€œYes, maā€™am,ā€ said Mark, smiling and glancing at his mother.
ā€œYou see? And sooo polite!ā€ she giggled. ā€œHow old are you now, Mark?ā€
ā€œAs a matter of fact, Iā€™ll turn eighteen tomorrow,ā€ answered Mark.
ā€œSee there, Mona, heā€™s practically an adult!ā€ said Constance. ā€œYou better watch out, Mark, spending a whole week alone with three sex-starved old ladies. And on your birthday, too.ā€
ā€œConstance!!ā€ said Mona, blushing. Constance was her best friend, but the younger woman had a wild side that sometimes embarrassed the more straight-laced Mona.
ā€œOh, relax, Mona, Iā€™ll bet he knows a lot more about sex than you think,ā€ said Constance, reaching forward and squeezing Markā€™s shoulder. ā€œDonā€™t you, Mark?ā€
ā€œItā€™s okay, mom,ā€ said Mark, grinning, feeling his cock growing in his shorts. “I know a few things, Constance.” He was actually enjoying the somewhat risque banter, and he liked the idea that Constance still found him handsome. She had always been flirtatious with him, even when he was twelve years old and taking piano from her, and she had been the subject of many of his earliest sexual fantasies. He glanced up at the rear view mirror, and saw Constance gazing steadily back at him. Her eyes held his for a long moment, until he finally looked away to keep from driving off the road.
Mona turned her head and gazed at Mark, her thoughts turning to an event of a few weeks before, one that had been preying on her mind ever since. She had come home from shopping, dropped her bags on the couch, and gone of in search of Mark to find out if he wanted to go out to dinner with her. Finally concluding that he was probably in his room, she had walked up to the door and found it slightly ajar. Normally respectful of her sonā€™s privacy, she had been about to knock when she heard a muffled groan. Peeking through the narrow opening, here eyes widened with shock, her breath catching in her throat. On the bed, naked, was her son. His back was against the headboard, supported by a pillow. He held a magazine with his left hand, and the fingers of his right were wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of his rigid teenage cock!
She started to leave, but her curiosity held her back. She knew, of course, that her son masturbated. All boys did. But she had never witnessed it, and hadnā€™t seen him naked in many years. Now her eyes were drawn to his cock, so much bigger now, and glistening with the baby oil he had spread on its engorged length. She watched, fascinated, as he slowly stroked it, not in a hurry, blissfully unaware that his mother was watching him. His slippery fingers slid up over the sensitive, spongy crown, then back down, as he slowly turned the pages of the magazine.
Despite her guilt at spying on her son, Mona felt a sudden surge of warm wetness between her legs. She had simply never thought of her son in sexual terms, never thought of him as having an adult cock. Now, suddenly, watching him slowly jerk off, she didnā€™t see him as her son, but as a man, a man with a cock, and who knew what it was for. She felt her nipples stiffen beneath the material of her thin sundress, and her hand crept, almost unconsciously, downward. She pressed her fingers against her mound, rubbing herself gently through the material of her dress, biting her lower lip and stifling a sigh as she felt the currents of pleasure swirl through her body.
At that moment, Markā€™s fingers tightened around the thick shaft of his penis, and his fingers drew slowly up against the head. He groaned aloud as a thick rope of semen surged upward, erupting from the tip, then cascading back down and splattering over his fingers as they continued to stroke his flourishing cock. Again and again it pulsed, and she watched, fascinated, as he pumped out spurt after spurt of hot come, splattering his hands and his flat stomach. Mona unconsciously slid her tongue out and traced her parted lips with it as she watched.
As his orgasm waned, Monaā€™s embarrassment and guilt suddenly returned, and she eased away from the door. But the image of her sonā€™s wildly spurting cock was indelibly seared into her brain. She crept back down the stairs, her heart pounding. Gathering her wits, she opened and closed the front door, and then called out to Mark that she was home.
All through dinner that evening, she had been unable to get her mind off of what she had seen, although she tried hard to make sure her face didnā€™t betray anything to Mark. That night, when Mark was in the shower, she quietly entered his room and searched quickly for the magazine, finally finding it hidden under some clothes in the bottom drawer of his dresser. Its title was ā€œMILFā€, and on the cover was a picture of a woman with her lips wrapped tightly around the erect penis of a much younger man. She was not familiar with the term, but as she leafed through the glossy magazine, she discovered, with a sudden shock, the answer to the puzzle. The acronym stood for ā€œMothers Iā€™d Love to Fuckā€. Mona stared at the pictures and the captions, her mind racing, her knees weak. Her son was having sexual fantasies about older women! Perhaps even about his own mother! She heard the shower turn off, and she quickly stuffed the magazine back in its hiding place, leaving the room before Mark came out of the bathroom.
That night, lying in her bed in her nightgown, the image of his beautiful cock had returned vividly. Was it possible? Did Mark actually masturbate thinking of having sex with her? Did he imagine that it was her mouth around his cock, or that it was buried deep inside her yearning vagina? Did he see HER face as he eagerly pumped out his pent-up load of hot, thick come?
As her mind swirled with these thoughts, she drew her legs up, and her hands eased down between them. She pulled up her gown and her fingers slid into the folds of her pussy. She was sopping wet, aroused beyond belief. Slowly, she caressed herself, moaning softly. I canā€™t be doing this, she thought. I canā€™t be thinking this way. Heā€™s my son! And yet, she couldnā€™t banish the image of Mark between her legs, of his cock thrusting into her pussy, which had not known a manā€™s lust-hardened cock for so long!
ā€œGod help me!ā€ she groaned as her fingers slid inside her vaginal opening, moving in and out slowly as her hips thrust against her unseen lover. Her other hand cupped her breast through the filmy material, squeezing it as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy. Did her son imagine himself sucking on her full breast, the way he had as a little baby, while he fucked her, driving powerfully, relentlessly toward his climax? She could almost feel him inside her, feel his lips suckling on her nipple, seeking her milk, as she slid her wet fingers up and surrounded her clit with them, rubbing it. And then, she imagined his cock exploding, sending pulse after pulse of semen into her wildly clasping vagina, emptying the contents of his balls inside her, in the place that had given birth to him eighteen years before. And then she was coming, her hips lurching upward as she shuddered with an orgasm so intense that she bit her lip to stifle her anguished cry of pleasure.
She trembled from the force of her furious climax, her breath coming in short gasps as the waves of orgasm engulfed her. She lay there shaking as she tried to regain control of herself. It was just a fantasy, she thought to herself. Just the product of not having a man for so long.
Mona was jolted suddenly back to the present by a question from the back seat. ā€œI saidā€¦whatā€™s the plan for tomorrow, Mona?ā€
ā€œOhā€¦.Iā€™m sorry, Betty,ā€ said Mona in confusion. ā€œI must have been daydreaming. Well, tonight, the three of us are going to have a party in Betty’s room, and I brought lots of drinks. Then I have a massage scheduled for tomorrow morning, with some guy named Mario. He’s supposed to have great hands.ā€
ā€œI hear other women say Mario is really good,ā€ said Mark. ā€œHe gets a lot of repeat trade.ā€
ā€œWell, in that case, I better get in line, too,ā€ said Betty, laughing. ā€œI could use a manā€™s hands all over my body!ā€
ā€œIā€™m going to spend the morning at the pool, I think,ā€ said Constance, eyeing Mark. ā€œI bought a new bikini for the occasion.ā€
“That sounds good, Constance, I think I’ll join you,” said Betty.
ā€œIā€™ll be on duty tomorrow, Constance, so I guess Iā€™ll see you two there,ā€ said Mark, looking forward to getting a better look at his former teacher, not to mention his buxom aunt. Both of them were still capable of looking good in a swim suit.
ā€œThen youā€™ll see a LOT of me!ā€ giggled Constance. ā€œI hope you like it.ā€
“And we’ll get to see a lot more of him, too,” said Betty, laughing.
Mona partially turned and gave Constance a disapproving look. Why was the repartee bothering her so much, she wondered? Constance had always been this way, but it was harmless. Why should it upset her now? Was she jealous that Constance was paying so much attention to Mark? She resolved to enjoy herself this week and not dwell on such thoughts. Mark was mature for his age, had a good head on his shoulders, and would keep things in perspective. She was still wrestling with her thoughts when Mark pulled the car into the spa complex.
ā€œIā€™ll check everyone in and get your keys,ā€ said Mark, opening the car door. ā€œThe cabins are over there, and you each have your own.ā€
That evening, after the three women were settled into their cabins, they gathered for some drinks in Bettyā€™s cabin, while Mark went off to an employee meeting. They talked and drank and laughed, and as the evening progressed, the conversation turned to sex again.
ā€œSo, Mona, does Mark have a girlfriend these days?ā€ said Constance, sipping her fourth drink. ā€œIā€™ll bet he has to fight them off with a stick!ā€
ā€œIncluding you, huh?ā€ said Mona, laughing. ā€œI saw the way you were looking at him, Constance, you shameless hussy. But to answer your question, heā€™s dated a few girls, but I donā€™t think heā€™s serious about anyone.ā€
ā€œHey, I canā€™t help it if I like what I see,ā€ said Constance, grinning. ā€œHeā€™s a very handsome young man, and weā€™ve got him all to ourselves for a whole week. Cā€™mon, Betty, donā€™t tell me youā€™ve never looked at him the same way!ā€
ā€œOh, come on, Constance, heā€™s my nephew!ā€ laughed Betty. ā€œNot that it wouldnā€™t be fun, mind you. Iā€™ll bet heā€™s got LOTS of energy..ā€¦.ā€
ā€œI canā€™t believe you two are sitting her openly discussing having sex with my son, right here in front of me!ā€ protested Mona.
Constance giggled. ā€œIā€™m sorry, Mona. But if it wasnā€™t him, itā€™d be someone else. All I can say is, Iā€™d better find SOMEONE to play with while weā€™re up here, or Iā€™ll go crazy! And Mona, you could use a good hard fucking yourself. Donā€™t bother to deny it!ā€
ā€œLetā€™s face it, we could all use it,ā€ said Betty, draining her glass. “But it’s harder when you still have a husband. You girls are free to go pick up some guy in a bar.”
ā€œIā€™m not interested in just a fuck,ā€ said Mona. ā€œIā€™d like to have a relationship.ā€
ā€œSo, have both!ā€ said Betty. ā€œBut if you canā€™t find someone to have a deep relationship with, whatā€™s wrong with having a nice stiff cock now and then?ā€
ā€œOkay, Mona, hereā€™s the million dollar question,ā€ said Constance, grinning salaciously. ā€œHave you seen it?ā€
ā€œSeen what?ā€
ā€œMarkā€™s cock, of course!ā€
Mona looked shocked again. ā€œConstance! What a question!ā€
ā€œIā€™ll bet itā€™s big!ā€ said Constance. ā€œHeā€™s got big hands. Even when he was twelve, he could reach an octave and two on the piano. And those size 13 shoes. Donā€™t tell me you never snuck a peek, Mona. Arenā€™t you the least bit curious?ā€
ā€œNo!ā€ said Mona, visions of Mark gripping his thick shaft stabbing her brain again. ā€œHeā€™s my son!ā€
ā€œHeā€™s a man, Mona,ā€ said Constance. ā€œAnd youā€™ve been without one for way too long. Iā€™ll bet you peeked.ā€
ā€œWellā€¦.ā€ said Mona, hesitating. Constance always had a way of getting to her, and the wine had loosened her inhibitions quite a bit. She took another long sip before speaking. ā€œAs a matter of factā€¦.I saw him masturbating a few weeks ago.ā€
ā€œWhat??ā€ exclaimed Betty.
ā€œOhhhh, my God!ā€ said Constance. ā€œWhat did you do? Were you excited?ā€
ā€œWhat do you think, Constance?! I left him alone! He never even knew I saw him.ā€
ā€œIā€™d have offered to help,ā€ grinned Constance.
ā€œIā€™ll bet you would!ā€ laughed Betty. ā€œSoā€¦how big WAS it, Mona?ā€
ā€œI canā€™t believe Iā€™m even talking about this!ā€ protested Mona again. ā€œAll right, he has a lovely big cock, is that what you want to hear?ā€
ā€œDid you watch him come? Was there a lot of it?ā€
ā€œWe are simply NOT having this conversation, Constance!ā€ said Mona, who was nonetheless aware of a growing wetness between her legs.
Constance laughed. ā€œAll right Mona, I guess weā€™ve badgered you enough. Donā€™t worry, honey, itā€™s all in good fun. Here, have some more Merlot.ā€
Toward midnight, the party broke up, and Mona and Constance left the cabin, somewhat unsteadily. Constance said goodnight to Mona at the door to her cabin, then watched as she walked to her own.
Ten minutes later Constance saw the lights in Monaā€™s cabin go off. She waited for a little while to make sure, and then eased out the door, wearing a long trench coat with a belt, and walked quietly to Markā€™s nearby cabin. She hesitated for a moment, then knocked quietly on the door. ā€œMark,ā€ she whispered. ā€œItā€™s Constance!ā€
After a moment, the door opened a little, and Mark peered out. ā€œConstance! What are you doing here?ā€
ā€œLet me in, Mark. I just wanted to talk to you about something.ā€
ā€œUmā€¦sure, Constance. Come on in.ā€ He opened the door and she followed him inside. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He gestured toward the only furniture in the room, the bed, and Constance walked over and sat down, frankly admiring his youthful body.
ā€œCome over and sit down, Mark,ā€ she said, patting the bed next to her. ā€œCā€™mon, I wonā€™t bite.ā€
Mark moved to the bed and sat down next to her, very aware of the older womanā€™s perfume. Until the scene in the car, heā€™d forgotten how sexy she was, with her wavy, shoulder-length red hair and flawless fair skin. .He felt his cock stir in his boxers, and hoped that she wouldnā€™t notice the growing bulge there.
ā€œMark, I just wanted to apologize for teasing you today in the car. You know me, I get kinda crazy sometimes.ā€
ā€œOh, thatā€™s okay, Constance. It didnā€™t bother me.ā€
ā€œI know, but I think it bothered Mona.ā€
ā€œShe still thinks of me as a kid sometimes,ā€ said Mark.
ā€œOhhhh, she shouldnā€™t do that. Youā€™re definitely not a kid any more. Listen, Mark, thereā€™s something Iā€™ve always wanted to ask you about. Do you mind? Itā€™sā€¦kind of personal.ā€
ā€œNo, I donā€™t mind.ā€
ā€œWellā€¦do you remember when I gave you piano lessons?ā€
ā€œSure, Constanceā€¦how could I forget?ā€
She smiled. ā€œI used to think you kind of had a crush on me back then, Mark. Did I just imagine that?ā€
Mark grinned. ā€œUhhhhh, no, I donā€™t think you imagined it. You remember how you used to take hold of my hand and shape my fingers in the right position? I used to think that was so sexy, when you touched me that way. Once you even clipped my fingernails, because they were too long to play the piano right. Remember?ā€
Constance smiled. ā€œYes, Mark, I remember. Did that excite you?ā€
Mark gazed at her and slowly nodded. ā€œYouā€™ll never know just how excited. I thought you were so hot. You still are. I never got up the nerve to tell you that back then, though. I guess I was just shy. You know, just a stupid kid.ā€
ā€œYou were sweet. And youā€™re not a kid any more, and you donā€™t have to be shy with me.” She paused, gazing at him steadily. “Mark, do you know what time it is?ā€
Mark looked at the clock on the nightstand. ā€œAlmost midnight.ā€
ā€œAlmost midnight,ā€ said Constance, softly. ā€œDo you know what that means?ā€
ā€œNoā€¦what?ā€
ā€œIt means that youā€™re about to be officially eighteen years old.ā€ She was unfastening the belt on her coat and slowly opening it. ā€œAnd that means that you and I are consenting adults, free to do whatever we want to do together.ā€
She shrugged the trench coat off her shoulders. She was wearing only a black silk slip over her panties. Her breasts were only partially concealed by the low-cut slip, their shape evident beneath the thin material.
ā€œMarkā€¦listen to me carefully. I want to have sex with you. Right here. Right now. I’ve been wet all day thinking of it.ā€ She leaned forward and touched her lips to his.
Her fragrance filled his senses as his lips began to respond, their kiss deepening. His cock was suddenly throbbingly erect. No one had ever spoken to him this way. His mind raced. How many times had he masturbated, imagining that this woman had taken him into her bed when he was twelve years old? How many times had he imagined her lips around his aching cock, her red hair tickling him as she sucked him? How many times had he come, imagining that he was emptying his sperm into her willing, welcoming pussy. He had fantasized about her almost as many times as he had about his mom! And while his mother was forbidden to him, Constance was right here, nearly naked. And she wanted him!
Mark moaned deep in his throat as he felt her tongue invade his mouth, seeking his. Her hands moved lower as their tongues twined, and she found his rigid penis through the opening in his shorts. Her touch on him was electric. She caressed him with her fingertips, exploring the contours of his cock. After a moment, she broke their kiss.
ā€œMark, letā€™s get your shorts off,ā€ she murmured. ā€œI have to see your cock!ā€ She reached down and tugged on them as he leaned back and raised his hips off the bed. She carefully pulled them down, freeing his stiff penis, and let them fall down around his feet.
ā€œOhhhh, myā€¦.ā€ she sighed, as she gazed at his cock. ā€œItā€™s even more beautiful than I imagined.ā€ She slid down to her knees on the braided rug and slid her fingers around the base, savoring the moment. Then she looked up into his eyes, her face the very picture of lust. ā€œIā€™m going to suck you off, Mark.ā€ She leaned forward and licked slowly around the flared, circumcized head.
Mark moaned again as her tongue caressed him, gazing into her eyes as she explored and nibbled on his rigid staff, stimulating every nerve ending. It wasnā€™t the first time he had had his cock suckedā€¦just the first time with someone who knew exactly what she was doing. ā€œOhhhh, jeezā€¦.your tongue feels so good, Constance.ā€
ā€œMmmm, I used to want to do this so muchā€¦Iā€™m so glad I can now.ā€ She ovalled her lips and slid them over he spongy head, taking it her mouth and sucking it. Her head slowly bobbed, her red hair moving as she moved, caressing his skin as she made love to his cock.
Mark felt only a delicious warm wetness, the press of her lips against his raging penis, and the caress of her tongue on the underside. She looked like a goddess with her lips stretched taut around his girth, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. ā€œOh, god, suck it like thatā€¦uhhhhhhā€¦ā€
Constance raised her head and let him ease out from between her lips. ā€œMmmmm, you love such a lovely big cock, sweetie. Weā€™re going to have such a good time together.ā€ She lowered her head and began to lick and caress his balls with her tongue, slowly bathing them with her saliva, finally sucking them each into her mouth and humming happily, imagining them filling up with his youthful come, just aching to burst forth.
After patiently sucking and licking his balls for a long time, Constance moved back up, licking along the underside of Markā€™s cock, eventually reaching the sensitive place beneath the head and teasing it with her tongue, flicking it against him. Kissing his cock, she looked up at him. ā€œMark, Iā€™m going to make you come now. Donā€™t hold backā€¦I want you to flood my mouth with all of your sweet, hot come. Would you do that for me, Mark?ā€
Not waiting for an answer, she slowly slid her mouth down over him again, imprisoning him in her wet, welcoming mouth. She began to bob her head again, taking him deeper into her throat now, adoring the feeling of his cock filling her mouth. Her fingernails caressed his swollen, sperm-filled balls, teasing them, coaxing them, urging them to give up their contents, as the fingers of her other hands wrapped around the base of the shaft, massaging him and adding to the sensations he was feeling. She never took her eyes off him as she sucked him with increasing fervor, her pace slow and steady. The wet, slurping sounds of her sucking filled the room.
Mark had never felt anything like this in his life. The high school girls who had sucked his cock seemed to consider it a chore, something to be endured rather than savored. Constance, on the other hand, was enjoying it, even loving it! His excitement and her steady rhythm quickly brought him to the point of bursting. ā€œOhhhh, jeez, Constanceā€¦ohhh, suck it! Iā€™mā€¦ohhhhh!!ā€¦gonna come!ā€
Sensing his impending climax, Constance increased her effort, sucking him harder, in the same insistent rhythm, her fingers fondling and squeezing his balls as she stroked his cock, tightening her grip. Suddenly, he groaned, and his come exploded from his balls into her waiting mouth in warm, heavy pulses.
ā€œMMMMmmmmmmmmā€¦mmm-hmmmā€¦.mmm-hmmmā€¦.ā€ she hummed happily, as spurt after spurt of his teenage come erupted into her welcoming mouth. Her lips continued to move on him as he pumped his sperm into her, her fingers gently milking his balls. She loved that she had made him come so hard, loved the taste of his fresh semen filling her mouth. Her head continued to slowly bob, taking every drop he had to offer, until at last he was finally spent. Her fingers tightened around the shaft as they slid upward, forcing out a last ooze of sperm from the tip onto the flat of her tongue. She eased her head slowly up, her lips sliding up over the sensitive head of his cock, holding his come in her mouth. As he watched, she gathered it in her mouth, and let it slide down her throat. After swallowing it, she returned to his cock, her lips and tongue caressing it lightly. It showed no signs of becoming soft.
ā€œMmmmmm, that was soooo yummy!ā€, she whispered, smiling as she nibbled playfully on the head of his wet penis. ā€œI could suck your cock all night, sweetie.ā€ Once again she had lapsed into her habitual role as a teasing tart.
ā€œIf I let you,ā€ said Mark, grinning happily at her. ā€œBut I think now it should be your turn, donā€™t you?ā€
ā€œOhhhhhh, someone taught you well!ā€ said Constance, releasing his cock and moving up to the bed to kiss him, her lips still pearly with his come. Gently, he pushed her back on the pillow, her long, slim legs carelessly parted. She lay back, watching him, a bemused smile softening her features as she waited eagerly for his next move.
Mark, although not very experienced sexually, knew exactly what he wanted. Lurking between those beautiful legs was something he had fantasized about constantly as he had attained puberty. He couldnā€™t wait to see it, to touch it, to explore it. As she watched him, he slid his hands slowly up her legs, underneath her slip, and encountering her matching black silk panties. Hooking his fingers in them, he tugged them gently, and Constance helped him by raising her hips, smiling at him. He slowly slid them down, excited tremendously by the prospect of making love at last to her naked pussy.
She spoke softly, her voice almost hypnotic. ā€œDid you want to see my pussy, Markā€¦back then, a long time ago? Did the thought of my pussy make your cock hard?ā€
ā€œYesā€¦I wanted to see your pussy, Constance. More than anything. I jerked off every night thinking of it!ā€
She smiled as he untangled her panties from her legs, letting them fall open again, invitingly. ā€œI want you to see it now, Mark. I would have shown it to you then, if you had asked.ā€
Mark felt his cock once again springing back to life, as if her soft, sensual words were caressing it. He gently spread her thighs with his hands, gazing for the first time at the naked pussy of a mature, sensual woman. Her hair was red and curly, like the hair on her head, but was trimmed for her bikini. Her silky curls framed her cleft, with its slightly protruding labia, glistening wetly with her arousal. Her tiny pink clit peeked from beneath its little hood of flesh, as if inviting the caress of his tongue.
ā€œDo you like my pussy, Mark?ā€ whispered Constance. ā€œIs it like you imagined it when you masturbated?ā€
ā€œYesssssā€¦.ā€ said Mark. ā€œI want to lick it.ā€
ā€œOhhhh, I want you toā€¦.let me feel your tongue on me. Taste me!ā€
Mark leaned forward, lowered his head, and licked lightly upward along the fluted petals of her labia, just barely touching them.
ā€œOhhhhhhhhā€¦.yessssssss!ā€ moaned Constance quietly, her fingers curling into the bedcovers. ā€œLick me, Mark.ā€
Mark began to explore the wet folds of her delectable pussy, exploring her slowly and patiently. He loved her taste, the scent of her perfume, everything about her. He stiffened his tongue and slowly eased it between her lips, sliding it into her wet vaginal tunnel, then slowly thrust it in and out, tasting her flowing essence.
ā€œUhhhhhh, thatā€™s right, sweetieā€¦fuck me with your tongue, nice and slow.ā€ She reached down with one hand and slid her fingers into his sandy hair, caressing him as he thrust his tongue inside her. He made love to her patiently, wanting her to enjoy it, to repay her for giving him such intense pleasure. He paused for a moment, and looked up, his face flushed with her heat.
ā€œTell me what to do, Constance. What you like.ā€
ā€œOhhhhhh, darling boy,ā€ she gasped, thrilled by his question. It was just like teaching him the piano. ā€œPut your fingers inside me. Slide them in and out while you lick my clit. Ohhh, Iā€™ll come so hard for you that way!ā€
Mark obediantly slid his fingers up to her entrance, insinuating them between her parted folds. She raised her legs, bent at the knee, as he penetrated her wetness slowly with two fingers. Then he lowered his head, and began to gently lick and caress her clit, teasing it out from under its protective hood.
ā€œOhhhh, my God!ā€ moaned Constance, her breathing becoming ragged, uneven as she felt her burgeoning arousal swirl upward. ā€œOhhhh, Mark, thatā€™s so good!ā€
Mark increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit, swirling it over and around it, teasing it, and then sucking it between his lips. Releasing it again, he lapped at it urgently as he sensed her approaching climax, her voice rising in a series of muted squeals.
ā€œOh Mark! Yes! YES! JUST LIKE THAT!!! JUSTā€¦!!!! UHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!ā€ Suddenly, she grabbed his hair in her fist, holding his head tightly against her as her hips lurched upward, and her body was seized by a tremendous orgasm. Her cry was cut off in her throat as the waves of her climax swept over her, her face tense and flushed as she came.
Mark stayed with her, his mouth fastened to her sex, as she trembled from the awesome force of her climax. He was proud that he had brought her to such a state of ecstasy, and thankful that she had chosen him, and he concentrated on giving her as much pleasure as he possibly could.
Constance, for her part, was in a state of sheer, unadulterated bliss. Mark was exactly what she had been needing, and she shivered happily in the aftermath of her stupendous orgasm, with Mark still gently licking her, his fingers still inside her. She was already determined to make sure he would continue to be available to her, no matter what Mona might think. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Right now, though, she had to have him inside her.
ā€œMark, sweetieā€¦lie back on the bed,ā€ she whispered.
He slipped his fingers out of her and fell back on his back. As she had thought, his cock was rigidly erect. She moved up and straddled him, on her knees, reaching down and guiding his cock to her dripping-wet pussy. Slowly, she sank down on him, engulfing him in her yearning pussy. She gazed down at him, loving the feeling of his big cock buried deep in her pussy. And then she reached up, and slowly pulled the slip over her head, revealing her body to him in all itā€™s naked glory. She shook her cascade of red hair back down, peering out at him through it as she began to move on him.
Mark groaned as the walls of her pussy gripped his cock with surprising tightness. ā€œOhhhh, God, Constance, your pussy feels so wonderful!ā€
Constance smiled, wriggling on his embedded shaft, loving the sensations as she made slow, exquisite love to his cock. Her hips writhed slowly, caressing his cock, sucking at it, as she spoke. ā€œMarkā€¦I want you to know something. From now on, any time you want me, you can have me. Like this. No strings attached. Youā€™re a man now, and Iā€™m a woman. Just call me, and if Iā€™m not doing anything else, we can fuck. I wonā€™t tell your mom. I wonā€™t be upset if you donā€™t call me, or donā€™t want to fuck me. Iā€™ll understand. I just wanted you to know that Iā€™m available. Okay?ā€
ā€œOh, God, Constance, of course I want to!ā€ He reached up and cupped her small breasts with his hands. ā€œIā€™ve always wanted you! And you’re even better in real life than you were in my dreams!ā€
She smiled at him, reaching up and holding his hands against her breasts. ā€œGoodā€¦now fuck me, Mark. Fuck me with your beautiful big cock, just like you wanted to do all those years ago!ā€ She began to move up and down on his thick shaft, fucking herself with it as he squeezed her breasts, her nipples taut against his palms. His hips rose and fell, matching her movements, working with her, establishing a steady rhythm, his cock plunging in and out of her delicious wetness. Letting go of his hands, she raised one of hers to her mouth, licking and sucking on her fingers before moving them down between her legs. She captured her clit between her wet fingers and rubbed it gently, wanting to climax again when he did.
Gradually, unhurriedly, they built toward their second orgasm of the night. Mark held back until Constance began to moan, her voice rising in pitch. And as she came on his cock, her pussy spasming around it and grasping it tightly, he groaned and unleashed a thick torrent of hot come into her welcoming depths. She rocked on him as he emptied himself inside her, pulse after pulse of his semen bathing her, soothing her, her own body shuddering as the waves of her delicious orgasm washed over her.
“Mmmmm….Mark, that was heavenly!” sighed Constance happily, her pussy still twitching on his buried cock.
Mark, however, was not finished with her yet. Abrubtly, he sat up, wrapping his arms tightly around her. With surprising ease, he lifted her from the bed like a feather, still impaled on his cock, turned around and fell on top of her.
“Oh, my God, you’re still hard!” she gasped in surprise. Mark reached for her hands, grabbing them and holding them back above her head, their fingers intertwining. She stared up into his face, astonished, as he began to thrust in and out of her in long, powerful strokes. This was not the gentle lovemaking of before. Now he was fucking her, his cock driving into her sperm-soaked pussy, his hard thrusts jarring her slim body each time. She raised her legs, sliding them up his hips, welcoming his pounding cock into her willing depths, while she clawed his back with her long fingernails, spurring him onward.
“Uhhhhhh, yesssss, Mark, FUCK me!!! Give me your big hard cock and make me FEEL it!”
He fucked her relentlessly, sawing his wet cock in and out, her hips lurching upward to meet each thrust, as they worked together toward their mutual climax. Within minutes, punctuated by the smacking of his flash against hers, he drove her over the edge into another furious climax, and then another in quick succession.
“OHHGOODDDDD, I’M COMING SO HARDDDD!!!!!” she squealed, as he slammed his cock into her and her body convulsed violently upward, lifting them both up off the bed. At that moment, Mark bared his teeth and groaned like a wild animal.
“UHHHHHHHHHHHFUUUUUUCCKKKKYEAAHHHH!!!!” His balls contracted and spewed his come into her for the third time, spurting heavily into her wildly clasping pussy.
She clung to him as they both collapsed, Constance trembling violently, sobbing and whimpering with the awesome force of her orgasm. “Oh God!….Oh God!!….Ohhhh……..”
“Jeeeeezus,” gasped Mark, trying to regain his breath….
Suddenly, Constance began to laugh. A happy, contented, satisfied laugh. After a moment, Mark began to laugh with her, still savoring the feeling of his cock deep inside her flooded pussy. She felt his cock expand as he flexed, and she answered him with a squeeze of her own muscles.
“Mmmmmm….I may never let you go, Mark! What a stud you are!”
“You bring out the best in me, Constance.” said Mark, brimming with pride that he had satisfied her so well.
She giggled. “Happy birthday, Mark.”

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I am a slut (A story about blackmail)

Author’s note: I thought about this as an idea for a story. I think I’d have to write it from the female’s point of view to achieve the effect that I want. I’ll write it in parts at a time. Please let me know how it goes.

Office dream part 2

It was a hot summer day in the office and I was working late. For some reason, I was feeling really horny and my mind started to wanderā€¦

Naughty Stephanie Chapter 5

Chapter Five: ———————————————————–
Paige moved around to kneel between her sister’s spread legs, and pumped the dildo steadily as she stared at Stevie wriggling and moaning in front of her.
“Harder! Harder!” Stevie gasped, her head jerking from side to side.
Paige pumped harder, and thrust in deep. On one thrust the side of her hand hit Stevie’s pussy and the redhead’s eyes flew open wide.
“Again!” she gasped. “Hit my pussy again”‘
“What?”
“Harder! Shove it in so your hand hits my pussy”
Paige looked down nervously, then pulled the dildo back and thrust in hard until the side of her fist smashed into Stevie’s pussy mound. Stevie gave a low cry and flung her head back, arching her back as her groin humped up against the dildo.
Paige slid it back, then jammed it into her again, once more letting the side of her fist mash into Stevie’s pussy. The feel of the pussy, oily and hot, against her fist made her own pussy growl for attention. She ground her knuckles into Stevie’s cunt as she slid her other hand down into her pajamas and rubbed furiously on her own slit.
Stevie gurgled in ecstasy. Her hands gripped the front of her top and ripped it open, exposing her swollen breasts and hard little pink nipples. Her hands slapped down on the bulbous mammaries, fingers digging in deep as she squeezed repeatedly.
Paige watched the dildo as it slid back and forth in her sister’s cunt opening. The rubber glistened wetly and she felt the pressure of Stevie’s cunt muscles as she pumped it in and out. Her eyes stared at the beads of moisture on the red furred snatch, and at her pussy lips being pulled back and forth by the action of the dildo’ pulled out, then pushed in, then pulled out again.
She twisted the dildo to one side, drawing a gasp from the redhead, then she pressed it especially hard against the top of Stevie’s pussy as she sawed it back and forth over her sister’s clitty. Stevie arched her back again, clawing at her tits as she whined in heated passion.
Her feet pawed at the bed, jerking and bouncing up and down as she humped up against the plunging rubber cock. Paige’s own pussy was burning with excitement. She ground her thumb down on it and exploded into her own climax, grunting and shaking as the pleasure washed over her.
She humped against her fingers, still pumping the dildo up Stevie’s snatch as she groaned in delight.
Then it passed, leaving her weak, but still excited. She stared down at Stevie’s swat, then, daringly, pulled her hand out of her pants and slid her finger down against her sister’s clitty, rubbing it as she pumped the dildo.
Stevie was rolling her head back and forth in bliss, her eyes closed, mouth open as she panted and mewled in pleasure. She opened her eyes and stared at Paige as the blonde leaned closer and closer to her pussy.
Paige licked her lips once, then bent over between Stevie’s legs. She stared at the cunt maw from inches away, still pumping the dildo in and out. Then she slid it out entirely and watched the pussy lips close again. She reached down with a tentative finger and slid it between the folds of the red furred pussy lips, prying them open once again, then used the fingers of both hands pull open Stevie’s cunt and stare into the gleaming pink within.
“Paige,” Stevie gasped.
Paige ignored her, bending closer. She tried to remember how Jamie had done it to her. She pushed two fingers together and slid them into Stevie’s box, sliding them deep, then used the thumb and forefinger of her other hand to hold open her pussy lips.
She bent and slid her tongue up and down against Stevie’s clitty.
Stevie stared in shock, amazed and stunned as she saw her sister’s tongue slide into her pussy slit and make contact with her clitty. She felt a powerful burst of erotic lust as she felt the soft wet tongue dancing on her clitoris.
Paige’s fingers pumped back and forth inside her, rasping against the clitty from beneath as the blonde’s tongue attacked it from the other side. Paige pressed her lips in close and sucked hard on the little bud, making Stevie cry out in delight, causing her legs to jerk up and down on the bed.
Stevie came with a blast of deep, gut wrenching sexual bliss, her entire body rippling with electrical blastwaves of excitement as the climax grew and grew. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she humped up desperately, her hands shooting down onto Paige’s head and jamming it into her cunt.
She jerked her head far back, actually lifting her shoulders off the bed as she ground her teeth together and blew out all the air in her lungs in sharp, forceful puffs. She gurgled helplessly, her vision blurring from lack of air. She could not remember how to inhale while the fiery sexual climax continued to rip through her body.
Then she fell limp to the bed, moaning tiredly as the orgasm ebbed. Her hands fell from Paige’s head and the blonde purled her face free, then slowly crawled up along her sister’s body, straddling her like a lion over its kill.
She looked down at the bedraggled redhead, her eyes closed, her full breasts rising and falling quickly with her deep breathing, and felt a deep love and lust for her. She bent, examining the long, thin, hard pink nipple. She slid her hands onto Stevie’s big mammary mounds, amazed by how different they felt from her own.
She squeezed Stevie’s tits, watching her fingers mash the meaty flesh from side to side. Then she bent and licked her tongue back and forth across Stevie’s left nipple several times before folding her lips on it and sucking.
She sucked avidly, her tongue whipping back and forth against the nipple as she held it within her lips. She continued to squeeze and knead the hot, swollen titties, and changed nipples several times as Stevie slowly regained her strength.
Then Stevie sat up and the two stared into each other’s eyes. Bright green met deep blue.
Stevie pushed the blonde over onto her back and lay alongside her for a moment. Paige lay on her back, her hands beside her head on the bed, watching as Stevie’s nimble fingers quickly unfastened the buttons down the front of her pajama tops.
She felt strangely embarrassed as the redhead opened the top and revealed her naked chest. Nobody had seen her tits except her doctor. Even the boys she’d made out with hadn’t seen them really since they were always in darkened cars.
She saw her own nipples were very hard and felt them tingling with excitement. Stevie slid her hands onto her breasts and Paige felt a terrific heat there. Her breasts, especially her nipples, were incredibly sensitive to her sister’s touch.
In fact, as Stevie softly squeezed and kneaded her round hillocks, she felt the first real pleasure she had ever received from her mammaries. Her tits didn’t feel that good when she squeezed them, and boys always squeezed them so hard she felt more pain than pleasure.
Stevie was softly caressing them, her hands gliding over the rounded surfaces, fingers flicking across her aroused nipples. She leaned over, her long red hair falling across Paige’s breasts, tickling them. She pushed her tongue out and slid it down onto the blonde’s left titty, down near the bottom.
Then, as Paige watched, entranced, Stevie slid her tongue all around her tit, encircling it in a sizzling trail of heat. She began to kiss across it, avoiding the nipple, her tongue gliding smoothly up and down, back and forth, then she began to circle the nipple, getting closer and closer.
Suddenly her lips closed on the stiff nipple and she sucked hard, drawing it into her mouth and mashing her tongue against it.
“Wuunuhhhhhh!” Paige gasped, astonished at the blast of sexual pleasure that ripped into her chest.
Stevie’s hands were still stroking and rubbing against her breasts. Paige arched her back, pushing her round titties up into her hands. Then she yelped as she felt a sting on her nipple. Stevie had seized it between her teeth and was gnawing on it, grinding her teeth from side to side as she suckled.
The intensity of the feeling on that nipple grew even greater as the redhead opened her teeth and began licking at it. She bit down again, then again, sucking and licking.
Paige gasped and groaned, her body squirming helplessly. She humped upwards and felt a bolt of pure white fire in her cunt as she ground it against Stevie’s thigh. The redhead was half laying over her, her right leg between Paige’s thighs.
Paige humped up again, rubbing her moist pussy against Stevie’s thigh. Her pajamas were wet in front from her seeping cunt milk and she felt a moment’s shock at the realization.
Then Stevie licked a smooth, curving line down her belly to the elastic waistband of her pants. Her fingers gripped them and she tugged them down the blonde’s short legs. Paige pulled her legs up and back as her sister slipped the pants up and off, then tossed them on the ground.
Paige’s legs fell back to the bed, wide apart. Again she felt a moment’s embarrassment as her sister gazed down into her hot, wet, gold furred fuck entrance.
Stevie bent over and licked up and down alongside her slit, then pried her pussy open and began to run her tongue along the pink flesh inside. She avoided her clitty at first, her tongue diving into Paige’s cunt hole as deep as it would go. She mashed her lips against the pink meat as she wiggled her tongue inside her sister’s fuck tunnel.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh, Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!” Paige gasped. She gasped, then gave a hard jerk, her legs flying open wide and her ass bouncing up and down on the bed. Stevie thrust her fingers deep into Paige’s cunt hole and pumped furiously as the blonde came with a shattering bang.
Paige jerked and humped and rolled her head from side to side, her body heaving and wriggling in ecstasy as Stevie jammed a third finger up her hole, then closed her thumb against the clitty and ground it between them.
Paige’s orgasm continued and grew more intense. Then she peaked and fell back exhausted.
Stevie bent and began to lick her clitty, her tongue wiping back and forth as she sought to suck it into her mouth. Her lungers continued to pump in and out of her sister’s fuck pit as she blew and sucked and rubbed her lips and tongue over her clitty.
She pulled back after long seconds, and reached for the dildo. Her tongue pressed against the blonde’s clitty again as she slid the dildo up against the cunt hole and pushed it in.
Paige felt herself split wide by the thick dildo and groaned in pleasure as it moved into her body. Her cunt tube widened around the rubber click and her clitty buzzed with excitement as it felt the pressure against it.
Paige pumped it in and out steadily as slurped on her clitoris, and within minutes Paige was wriggling and moaning once again as she was dung into another shattering orgasmic seizure.
Stevie locked her door that night, knowing either her father, or one of her brothers would try and visit her otherwise, and too fucked out to want more. She slept soundly, her dreams filled with cocks and tits and cunts, and her body flushed with the eroticism of them all.
She woke refreshed, and horny. She started to jerk off but then thought that maybe she could kind someone to help her. She pulled on her satin pajama top and padded to her door, unlocking and opening it, then peering out into the hall.
She moved down the hall to Paige’s room but it was empty. She remembered then that the blonde had cheerleader practice this morning. She peeked into Mike’s room but he was gone too, football practice. She grumbled unhappily then moved to the next room.
The Dennis was sitting on his bed reading when she peeked inside. He glanced up with interest when she leaned in.
“Who’s home?” she asked.
He knew exactly what she meant.
“Rob and Dad.”
“Where’s Donnie7”
“Shower.”
She gave him a seductive look but he shook his head.
“Forget it, Steph.”
Her face fell. “Why?” she pouted.
“Because if you’re not downstairs in ten minutes Dad is going to come looking for you.”
“He won’t find me in the shower.”
“He’ll wonder where the hell you are. It’s too dangerous. You’ll have to wait until later.”
“I thought you guys liked it,” she sulked.
He grinned in smug amusement. “We did, Steph, but neither of us wants to get tossed out of the house.”
“Dad wouldn’t do that, I guarantee it.”
“I’m afraid your guarantee won’t put us through college.”
She heaved a sigh of regret.
“Hey,” he called as she turned away.
“What?”
“Wanna ditch school today?”‘
“You’d ditch school?” she asked in amazement.
“Me and Donnie.”
“Wow! you must have liked it!”
“Want to?”
“Okay.”
She went hack to her room and got her towel and robe, then went into the bathroom that adjoined both her and Paige’s rooms. She stripped and had a quick shower, restraining herself from jerking off only by the greatest effort.
She blew dry her long red hair so it looked loose and wild, yet hung in perfect rows down the sides and back of her face. She also gave herself bangs today, brushing them to perfection.
She went back to her room and opened her dresser, wondering what to wear. She slipped on a lacy black G-string, then bent and pulled out some scantihose and pulled it on one leg at a time.
Scantihose were a new kind of pantyhose. There were two separate stockings that slid up her legs to her crotch, almost touching her pussy on the inside and narrowing on the outside of her leg as it reached up her hips to attach to a lacy elastic belt around her waist. It was more comfortable and sexier than a garter belt and stockings, and she could wear a really short skirt without the tops showing. Besides, she thought the effect would impress the twins.
She drew out a lacy little black French bra and pulled that on as well, then drew on a black silk shirt and frilly black mini-skirt. All in black, she thought to herself, ready for evil deeds.
She stepped into a pair of high heels and made her way downstairs. Rob had gone and her father was just finishing his breakfast.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said. He glanced up from his paper, looked around warily, then winked at her.
“How are you, Princess?”
“Okay.”
She walked past him and he grabbed her wrist in one hand, then slid the other up under her skirt in back, rubbing his hand back and forth under her buttocks and cunt pad. She gave a little whimper of pleasure.
He leaned over and leered at her. “How’s that hot little pussy of yours?”
She blushed and smiled tentatively. He chuckled, sliding his hand back and forth over her lightly covered pussy mound. He frowned and let go of her wrist to lift her skirt up. His eyes widened in appreciation when he saw the little string going down the middle of her ass and the scantihose on her thighs.
“Now doesn’t that look pretty?” he sighed. “Where’d you get slutty underwear like that, Stephanie?” She shrugged, a little embarrassed as he stared at her bar buns and continued to rub his fingers over her pussy.
He pulled his chair out from the table and gripped her wrist again, pulling her hack onto his lap. She sat down a little worriedly, glancing towards the stairs.
“Don’t worry about the twins. They’re never down on time,” he whispered in her air. He kissed the side of her throat, then licked up and down it as he held her on his lap.
He had one arm around her waist, just like he used to hold her on his lap when she was little. But his time his other hand was in under her skirt, stroking her pussy through the little G-string. She spread her legs and squirmed as his fingers slid under the lacy panel and rubbed against her bare pussy.
“You were a better fuck than your Mom ever was,” he whispered in her ear.
He wriggled a finger up into the hot tightness of her pussy tunnel and pumped it in and out as he kissed her on the lips. She didn’t resist but didn’t really kiss back either, worried the twins would come and see them.
Then he deftly unbuttoned the front of her shirt. The French bra fastened together in front and he had it open and her hard breasts out in seconds. He sighed, then closed his lips on her right nipple, sucking contentedly as his fingers continued to stroke against her clitty.
She was squirming more and more, her insides quivering and burning under his careful touch. He pushed a second finger up into her twat and thumbed her clitty as he suckled at her breast. His other hand, the one around her waist, rose to Cup her left breast, kneading and fondling it as Stevie sighed and groaned in increasing sexual arousal
Her head rolled slowly from side to side then fell forward, her chin hitting her chest momentarily. Her father was fucking his fingers faster and faster, ripping them back and forth over her clitty and jamming them into her with hard pumping motions. Each hard thrust drew a gasp from her trembling lips.
He suddenly grabbed the back of her hair with his left hand, jerking her head back hard, pulling it down onto the table as he leaned forward and locked his lips against her throat. Her gasp of pain and surprise was almost drowned out by his growl of lust as he bit down on her throat and sucked hard.
His fingers pumped faster and harder, making a meaty wet sound as they rammed up into her fuckbox. Stevie was shaking and wiggling her ass, her legs bouncing and jerking in mid-air. Her back was arched hard, thrusting her breasts up and out.
Her father pulled his lips off her throat and gave another growl, then locked his teeth and lips on her right tit, biting down and sucking with ferocious power. Her entire body was bouncing and jerking and shaking as he rammed his fingers up into her cunt, three of them now, pistoning back and forth between her oily cunt lips.
She came, her back arching more, her tits exploding with sensory pleasure, her cunt spasming and shaking setting her entire body trembling with convulsions. Her mouth opened wide and a gargling sound came from her tortured lungs as the force of the orgasm sent storms of ecstasy tearing through her mind.
She humped against him maniacally, her eyes closed tightly as she mewled in dazed satisfaction.
Then, just as her orgasm began to wane, her shoved her off, holding her by hips and hair and pushing her face down across the table. He lifted her skirt and unzipped his cock, then, with one eye on the stairs and the other on her rounded buttocks, her pulled the panel of her G-string aside and slid his hot, hard boner into her steamy snatch.
Stevie felt herself pierced and gasped in delight. The big thick prong drove balls deep into her furnace of a cunt in one hard thrust, but she was so hot and wet she felt no pain. Her father gripped her hips tightly and pounded his tool down her pink fuck- tunnel as he grunted in heated passion.
Stevie’s thighs ground against the corner of her table as her father rutted into her. But he was only after a quickie. Less than two minutes later he gave a hiss of satisfaction and pumped thick white gobs of sperm up his redheaded daughter’s fuck-opening.
He shuddered, then swayed back and forth for a second before pulling his softening prick from her warm depths’ stuffing it back into his pants, and doing up his zipper. he gave her ass a sharp smack, then pulled her skirt down and pulled her off the table, setting her on a chair.
“Wish I had time to see to you properly, but I’ve gotta get to work. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll give you a long ride tonight.”
She knew exactly what he meant by ride and it wasn’t in a car. Her pussy gave a little spurt of heat at the thought. She dazedly did up her bra, then buttoned up her shirt, just as Dennis started down the stairs.
She wondered what the twins would say if they knew she was getting fucked by Dad, or what he would think if he knew the twins and Mike were fucking her, or what any of them would think if they knew she and Paige had fucked, or what Paige would think….
Rob would be pissed. He was the only member of the family she hadn’t fucked. The thought stunned her. How had so much changed in a day?
She greeted Dennis noncommittally, and got up to get her breakfast. He went into the kitchen with her but said and did nothing other than get his own breakfast. The twins were nothing if not careful. Donnie came downstairs a couple of minutes later. The four of them ate together, talking about school and things, then her Dad left.
She glanced at Dennis but he continued to eat his breakfast. She looked the other way but Donnie was also eating. She finished her milk and stood up.
“Well?” She said.
“Plenty of time,” Donnie said.
“Go up and brush your teeth and take a shower, Dennis said.
“I already took a shower.”
“We want you clean,” Donnie said.
“I am clean!” she glared.
“We want you extra clean.”
“What about you guys?”
“We haven’t just been fucking someone,” Dennis said.
She gasped and her eyes widened. Both twins were looking at her strangely and she blushed in embarrassment. “It wasn’t my idea,” She said.
“No?”
“No! He’s the one who fucked me in the first place. Yesterday after he spanked me.”
“And you loved it.”
“Well… well, yeah, kinda.”
“And came and got us to fuck you.”
“I didn’t invite you into my room'” she scowled.
“You waved your ass around us making it perfectly clear what you wanted.”
“So?”
“So go upstairs and take a shower,” Donnie said calmly.
“Yeah, or you’ll get another spanking before we fuck you,” Dennis added.
She started for the stairs, then stopped and turned back, standing in front of the table.
“You guys don’t, like… mind that I fucked Daddy, do you?”
“If you don’t mind, we don’t mind,” Dennis shrugged.
She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, then wiggled her skirt down her long legs, stepping out of it. Both boys were eyeing her body with careful attention as she posed there in her lacy black lingerie.
“Take your time now,” she taunted, turning to present her bare ass to them, then sauntering to the stairs and up. She didn’t think they’d be long in following.

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