Adult Story

Mothers Comfort

The first time I really noticed my mother as a woman was when I was thirteen and mom was twenty nine. We were getting ready for bed. I had already undressed, turned off the light and got in bed. Mom usually went into the bathroom, closed the door, took a shower and changed into a long t-shirt for bed. This time she did not close the door completely when she went in. I looked across the bed and saw that I could see her in the mirror. She took her dress and slip off and laid them down on the side of the tub. She stood there looking at herself in the mirror, running her hand up and down on her stomach. She took both hands and lifted her breasts in her bra. That was when I noticed I was getting an erection. Up until this moment she had been just “mom”. Mom looked hot. She was not overweight like some of my friend’s moms. She was hot. She was around 5’ 6” and I would guess 110 lbs. I was about to look away when she reached behind her to take off her bra. I felt funny watching but I could not take my eyes off of her. Once her bra was off she dropped it on top of her dress and then reached down and took off her panties. I had never seen pubic hair before. I didn’t think my friend Jimmy’s Playboy magazine should count.
Mom’s hair was light blond and formed a neat little triangle. I pulled my eyes away and looked back up to her breasts. They were just a bit on the small side but she had large nipples. I knew I was staring and should stop before she turned and caught me. Mom then reached over, closed the door and started the shower she took each night before bed. When she was finished she came back into the bedroom wearing her night t-shirt over her panties and got into bed.
Even at my age I knew that most sons did not sleep in the same bed with their mothers. It started right after my dad died. I was just six. We had to move from the house we rented to a one bedroom apartment. Mom had the bedroom and I slept on the sofa in the front room. I was so sad with dad gone that I would wake up crying at night. After a couple of days mom had me come in and sleep with her. That helped and after a few days the crying stopped. For whatever reason, year after year, we just never changed and I continued to sleep with mom. In fact, for several years, starting at that time, I would periodically climb on mom and fall asleep on her.
As I lay there, the more I thought about mom naked in the bedroom, the more I wanted that closeness of lying on top of her. I did not know much about sex at the time and did not realize it was my half-hard dick thinking for me. I turned over and put one arm across mom’s body. At first she thought I was just going to kiss her goodnight. But I continued turning over. I put one knee between hers and she spread her legs apart.
Mom put one hand on my shoulder to stop me, asking, “What are you doing Bobby”?
I continued moving over on top of her. “Mom, I just felt the need to be close to you like we used to do”. By that point I was on top of her with both of my legs between hers. As I had moved between her spread legs she had lifted her knees up along my thighs and then dropped them down towards the bed. That was something she had not done before. Usually I just laid there with my legs on top of hers. This was much more comfortable.
Mom seemed a bit alarmed. “Honey, you are really too old for this”.
With a little sound of pleading in my voice I replied, “Oh, please mom? We have not done this in a long time. I don’t see you much any more and I just wanted to be close to you”.
“Well okay, for a little while. Then we should get some sleep. I have a long day tomorrow”.
I laid my head on her shoulder. I could feel one of her nipples getting harder against my neck. I squirmed around like I was trying to get comfortable on her just so I could feel it better. And that had the effect of making my cock harder. I tried to relax to make it go away before mom noticed but it was too late. I could feel the head pushing up between mom’s legs against her panties. I thought if I don’t move maybe she won’t know.
My problem was that mom was not as new to this as I was. As I pushed up against her I could feel her try to move away from me. “Mom, I’m sorry. I could not help it. It just got hard. I saw you naked in the bathroom and you looked so good, I just got hard”.
But the feeling was so electric I could not help myself. I began moving my hips against her, driving the head of my cock against her panties right at her pussy. It only took a few seconds for me to erupt all over her panties.
“Oh mom, I’m so sorry. It just came out of me. I could not stop it”. I was so upset at it I was starting to cry. Remember I was just thirteen at the time.
Mom put her arms around me and hugged me. “Don’t worry Bobby. It was my fault undressing in front of you”.
I could feel her panties and the bed below us was wet, “But I think I made a mess on you”.
Mom just patted my head and said, “It’s nothing to worry about. It is a natural thing for a boy to do”.
Since she did not yell at me I was a bit encouraged. My cock was still hard so I pushed it against her again and held it.
Mom took me by the shoulders saying, “I think you should get off me now”, and turned on her side so I fell back to my side of the bed.
“Mom, you’re not mad at me are you”?
“No, Honey. I know boys your age start getting feelings like that, but we probably should not do that again”. Mom lay back on her back and a little squeal escaped her lips. With a slight smile she said, “You’re just like your father. You left a wet spot on my side of the bed for me to sleep in”.
I scooted over farther on my side, “Here, move this way”.
As mom moved to my side of the bed, she turned over so her back was to me. I moved up against her and put my arm around her so my hand was on her stomach. She put her hand over mine and we both drifted off to sleep.
The entire next day I kept thinking about what happened last night. In English class I had to stay in my seat, pretending to write some notes, for a few minutes after the end of class because I was too hard to get up and walk to my next class.
The next night I made sure I was in bed before mom came in. I was hoping she would leave the door open again. No such luck. Mom went into the bathroom, closed the door, took her shower and then came to bed. After our goodnights and a quick kiss on the check she went to sleep. I had a more difficult time waiting for my cock to go down.
The following night I thought I would give it one last try. I made sure I was in bed first. When mom came in she again went to the bathroom door. She closed it but it did not latch. I could hear her humming to herself and brushing her hair. Then she must have brushed against the door because it opened several inches. Mom was again standing in front of the mirror naked. She turned one way then the other while she looked at her body in the mirror. She seemed to take a much longer time than normal before she took her shower and then came into the bedroom.
When she got it bed I was undecided as to what to do. I wanted to get on top of her again but I was sure that if I asked she would say no. So I just turned over and quickly moved on top of her without saying anything. As I moved my legs between hers she spread them like she had the night before. As I got comfortable on her I could feel my erection already pushing against her panties.
Mom put her arms around me and gave me a hug. “It’s nice to see a son finds his mom desirable but you should say please”.
“Please mom”? Then another thought hit me. “Do you want to take off your panties”?
“No. I don’t think that would be a good idea. I have not been on the pill in years”.
As I began moving my hips against mom, she began rubbing my back. With both hands she moved them from my shoulders down to my butt. When she reached my cheeks she cupped them in her hands and then pulled me up against her. I could feel the head of my cock push against her panties. Her panties were really wet by then so as I pushed I could feel the head sinking in a bit. It was like something was grabbing just the head. I know a man is supposed to last longer for a women but this was new to me. I could not hold it any more. As my hips began to buck frantically against her, mom lifted me up a bit and then pulled me higher so my cock was laying on her stomach when I exploded on her. I just kept jerking against her as sperm kept coming out of me.
And that became our routine. Not every night. Sometimes mom would say she was tired and needed to go to sleep. I was ready at any time. After a couple of months, summer arrived. We did not have much in the way of AC and it could get pretty hot in our apartment. One night when mom came out of the bedroom she was not wearing her t-shirt. “It’s just too hot for that t-shirt tonight”.
I was sure that mom was doing that for me. When I got on top of her, instead of putting my head on her shoulder as I usually did, I held myself up on my arms and looked at her breasts. I moved my head down and ran a tongue around one nipple. When I did that mom moved her hands to my butt and pulled my up against her. I then went from one breast to the other and back again. Mom kept pulling me tight against her, then rocking me back away and to her again. This resulted in my cock pushing in and out into her panties. They were very wet at this point and I could feel the head of my cock pushing her panties into her. By now I was able to last much longer and we typically did this to each other for around thirty minutes and this was no exception. I collapsed on her after about a half hour. After laying on her for a few minutes to catch my breath I rolled onto my side of the bed. I then watched mom take a finger and trace it through my sperm on her stomach like she was finger-painting.
As we continued this over the next few months I was getting more and more frustrated. I wanted to be inside of her and not just butting up against her panties. She was obviously enjoying this so what was the problem? Was she doing this deliberately to frustrate me?
She must be. She knows what this does to a guy. She just lets me dry-fuck her when she knows that we should be doing more. After another week of panty-frustration I finally thought of a plan. It seemed very simple and should work. It is what she would want me to do. She is just saying no because I’m her son.
The next day I went to the store and bought a back of razors. That night when mom came to bed I did not move to get on top of her. After a few minutes she reached over to encourage me to mount her. I just sighed and replied, “I’m not in the mood right now”.
“Are you sure Honey”?
“Yes, maybe after while”. Sometimes we would wake up in the middle of the night and then go at it.
I laid there feigning sleep until I was sure mom was asleep. Then I opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out one of the razors I had bought. With it being summer, we just had a sheet on us so it was easy to move aside so I could see her panties. I pulled one side out from her hip and used the razor to slice through it. She did not stir. Leaning over I reached the other side, pulled it out and sliced through it also.
By the time I put the razor away I was rock hard. I turned over and began rubbing my hand over her nipples. After a few passes mom began a low moan. As she began to stir awake I reached for her hands and pulled them up over her head. It would not do for her to find her panties in tatters at this point.
Mom kept her eyes closed but moved her torso up off the bed to meet my hands rubbing her breasts. “I see you are in a better mood now” she whispered. As I moved over to get on top she spread her legs wide. I put one hand on her hip to disguise the moment I grabbed the cut flap of her panties and then dropped in on the bed between her lets. I had a clear view of her pubic hair and the lips of her pussy. I could not look long because mom was pulling me to get on top of her. She had moved her legs wide and pulled her knees up to her usual position. My cock was fully erect and just an inch away, poised to plunge into her. I reached up for her hands. With one of her hands in each of mine I stretched my arms out until I had her spread-eagled on the bed. I could feel her lift her hips up trying to find my cock. I moved my cock closer until the head was just barely touching her pussy. Mom took a deep breath and lay back on the bed. She knew I was finally not teasing her anymore and was going to begin rubbing her.
I knew this is what she really wanted. She wanted me deep in her. I put my head down and looked down between our bodies. I could see my cock pointed right at her pussy. With a deep breath I thrust forward. I slide halfway into her on the first stroke. Mom gasped and held her breath. With that I pulled back an inch or so and thrust back in again. I was as deep as I could go into her. I pulled back thrust again into her and held myself tight against her.
“Bobby, Stop! Get that out of me! And where’s my panties”!
I let go of her hands and wrapped my arms around her under her body squeezing her to me. At that point I don’t even think I heard what she was saying. I heard her voice but not the words. I just kept thrusting into her as hard as I could.
Mom moved her hands down until they were on my back. In an unconvincing voice she pleaded, “Please Bobby. You have to stop”. She then wrapped her arms around my back hugging me. “Please Bobby”. Did that mean please stop or please fuck me?
Without missing a beat I kept pounding into her. After a few minutes I could feel mom’s pelvis tilting and pushing back against me on each thrust. Her breathing had gotten very ragged when I heard her let loose with a little cry. She hugged me very tightly and then squeezed her thighs against my hips. I turned to look at her face and she had a look that was almost a grimace on it. As she jammed her hips against me one more time she said, “Oh Bobby, mommy’s going to cum”. With that she let out a long low cry and I could feel her pussy grabbing my cock with a pulsating beat. The feeling of being buried to the hilt in her and her pussy grabbing me was it for me and I began cumming in her. As each stream shot out of me I pulled slightly back and then slammed deep into her.
Once we were finished we laid there with our arms wrapped around each other trying to catch our breath. Mom finally let go with, “Wow. If I had known you could do that I would not have waited so long”.
I rolled off mom to my side and she turned and came with me. Just in time I reached down with my hand searching the bed for the remnants of her panties. Once I found them I reached up to the top of the bed and dropped them over the mattress. I stretched out my arm and pushed it under mom’s head. She laid her head on my shoulder and one hand on my chest.
Mom just laid there with her eyes closed. After a while she softly asked, “What happened to my panties”?
“Are you sure you wore them to bed”?
“I’m pretty sure. I always wear them to bed now”.
“Well I’m pretty sure I did not rip them off you”. Well it is the truth.
Mom did not say anything more. She moved her hand around my stomach in a caressing motion and on one downward pass bumped into my cock as it was responding to the touch.
Mom wrapped her hand around me, “What do we have here? Didn’t you get enough”?
“I can never get enough of you mom. You know that”.
Mom responded to the compliment by giving me a squeeze and lifted her left leg up onto my thigh. I took right arm and reached around her back and with both hands pulled her up onto me. She still had me in her hand and was rubbing me against her pussy. I thought she was really wet when I remembered I had just left all that sperm in her.
Mom let go with her hand and pushed her body down so I slid right into her again. “You have been on top of me for way too long. Now it’s my turn”.
And she was right



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Work – unpaid overtime

The place I work at requires all employees to use their ID badges to enter the building; otherwise the door will not open to let them in. I work at the front desk and if an employee doesn’t have their badge, I issue them a temporary one. Over the past few days, I noticed this one female employee looking at me every time she came in the door. It was more than just a ‘hi, how are you look’ that she was giving me. I didn’t pay much attention to it at first, but after the third or fourth day, I began to notice it more. Then on that Friday, she came to my desk and told me that she thought she lost her badge, and asked if I could issue her a temporary one. I told her that I could do that, but I needed her driver’s license and a phone number. She was about five feet, six inches tall. She had straight brown hair, curled at the ends that went down almost to her shoulder blades, and what looked like a decent set of c-cup breasts. She was wearing a tight, button up pink shirt that accented her cleavage nicely, and tight black skirt that made her toned ass look even firmer.
“My work phone number or my cell phone number?” She asked me as she leaned on the desk on her elbows, and made it look like she was giving me a clear shot of her cleavage.
“Well,” I responded, hoping I wasn’t reading this wrong. “Give me both. I’ll write down your work number for the badge and I’ll take your cell number and call you later to see if you wanna go out or come over to my place.”
She told me both of the numbers; I wrote her work number in the book and her cell on a piece of paper and stuck it in my wallet. “My name is Katie, by the way.”
Jokingly, I looked up at her, “Yeah, I gathered that from your ID. Thanks. I’m Jeremy. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I reached my hand out to shake hers. She had very soft hands and a fairly firm grip for a girl.
“Yeah, nice to meet you too.” She held onto my hand a little longer than a normal person would with a handshake, but I didn’t mind. “I’ll see you later Jeremy,” she said as she turned to walk to her office. I heard her high heels clack on the floor with each step she took. I sat back down at my computer, and looked her up on the employee database, she was an accounting executive assistant, which means she did all the busy work for the accounting executive and got paid pretty well for it.
The day dragged on and to make it worse, I kept looking at the clock, waiting and wanting it to move faster. But it didn’t. Lunch time came around and Katie walked out the door with some of her co-workers to go to lunch. As she walked past my desk, she turned her head, winked and smiled at me. The other girls she were with didn’t see this. About an hour later they came back in the building. Katie walked toward my desk, saying, “I’ll be there in a minute girls, I have to get another temp badge.”
“Another one?” I asked, standing up to greet her. “That one should work all day.”
She leaned on the desk again. I looked down at her chest for a split second then back up to her face. “Yeah, I know. It works fine, I just needed an excuse to stop and talk to you. So when is your lunch break? Do you get one or do you have to eat here?”
“I get a break. It’s kinda whenever I want to take it. Why? You just ate. Are you that hungry?”
“No, I just always see you here. I was just wondering if you got a break. Some people have to work through their lunch.”
“Yeah, I’ll take it soon. You wanna join me? I’m just going to the caf?ut you can join me if you want.”
“Sure, call me and I’ll come down.” Katie turned and walked into the building. As she walked away, she turned her head around, looked at me and started to sway her ass with each step. I smiled at her and went back to my work.
About another hour passed and I started to get hungry, so as I was walking to the caf? called Katie from my cell phone.
“Hello?” She said cautiously.
“Hi Katie, its Jeremy. I’m on my way to the caf?You said you would join me.”
“Yeah, I’ll be right down, just let me finish typing this form up.”
“OK. See you soon.” I told her and hung up the phone.
I got my food and sat down. I slowly started to eat. Ten minutes went by. Twenty minutes, then thirty. I was wondering if Katie was going to come or not. Then my phone rang, it was Katie.
“Hey Jeremy, it’s Katie. I am so sorry. My supervisor gave me more forms to finish before I take a break. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
“It’s OK Katie. Don’t worry about it. You’re at work. Things come up. Stop by on your way out and let me know what you want to do tonight. I’ll see you then.”
“OK. Sorry again. See you soon. Bye.”
“Oh, just to let you know, I’m gonna hold you to that promise.”
“That’s fine. Like I said, I owe you.”
“OK, bye.” I hung up the phone and finished my lunch.
4:30 came around and Katie came walking through the doors and up to my desk. “Excuse me sir, my feet are sore, do you have a chair I can use for a minute?” She asked me. “I need to fill out some extra paperwork before I go home.”
I rolled the unused chair around to the end of the desk. “Here you go. You can use this one.”
“Thank you,” she said and sat down. I glanced over at her as she sat down. I didn’t notice her stockings earlier. And I could have sworn that her skirt went all the way to her knees, not mid-way down her thighs. Oh well, I could have been mistaken. Katie crossed her legs like women do in a skirt. I looked again, I couldn’t help it. She was so pretty. “Hey Jeremy?” She asked.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Do you have some extra RP-12 forms down here? I thought I got enough, but I need two more.”
“Oh yeah, they’re right in this drawer.” I reached to the drawer that was at the end of the desk where she was seated. As I reached for the handle, she stuck her leg out, blocking my hand from reaching the handle and making me touch her calf. “Um, I need to get into the drawer if you need those forms.” I grasped her leg, gently, and started to move it out of the way. She wouldn’t let me move it to the side or down. Instead, she moved her leg up and rested her foot on the desk. I looked at her eyes and she motioned with them for me to look down. I looked down to her leg and followed it up under her skirt with my eyes. I saw the top of her stockings stop right above the bottom of her skirt. My eyes kept going and stopped on her naked pussy. Katie wasn’t wearing any panties. I could clearly see her shaved pussy. It looked as soft as silk. Her labia were a smooth mound with a nice slit right down the middle. I cleared my throat, looked up at Katie, and stuttered, “Uh, I’ll um, get you those forms now.”
Katie put her foot on the ground, leaned toward me and said, “Jeremy, I don’t need any of those, besides, I knew where they were, I just wanted to show that to you.” She reached down between her legs and slowly pulled her skirt up. Her legs were spread slightly apart. “So, do you like what you see?”
“Uh, yeah. I don’t want to sound like a prude, but I don’t think you should be doing that here Katie. I don’t want us to get in trouble.”
“Don’t worry Jeremy. I came down earlier than anyone else. They won’t be here for a while.” She grabbed my hand, “Come here.”
“OK,” I said. I rolled my chair closer to her and let her lead my hand up from her calf, over her thigh and up to her crotch.
“Go ahead,” she pushed my hand closer to her slit. “Touch me Jeremy. I want you to feel me.”
“Do you always dress like this? I mean no underwear?” I asked as I slid my fingers off of her thigh and over her labia. Her skin was just as it looked, smooth as silk. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone else was coming through the lobby. The coast was clear. I moved my fingertips up and down her slit. I could feel a small amount of her juices on the tip of my middle finger.
“Not always,” she answered my question. “Only sometimes. I felt so bad that I couldn’t join you at lunch; I had to think of some way that I could try to make it up to you before the end of the day. I was sitting at my desk thinking of something that you might enjoy. Lots of thoughts went through my head and then I thought of this scheme. So I took my panties off at my desk, slipped them into my purse, and told my boss that I was going to take off early today. It’s Friday and I had all my work done.”
“Well, that certainly works for me. I’m glad you came down, but I certainly wasn’t expecting this.” I slid my fingers up and down her slit some more.
Katie brought her hands up to her shirt. “Do you think this shirt is too tight?” I looked at her shirt, specifically her chest, and noticed that the spots between the buttons were pulled slightly apart, either from the size of her shirt or the size of her breasts, or both. She already had some great cleavage going on, but decided that it wasn’t enough. She had the top two buttons already unbuttoned, but unbuttoned the third one down too. It seemed as if the shirt breathed a sign of relief from being stretched to the limit. As the shirt opened up more, I saw a pink bra that matched the shirt. “There, that’s better right?”
“I’ll be honest Katie, it was fine before, but if you want it like that, I’m not gonna complain.” I looked at her chest, and I could feel my pants starting to stretch in the front. As if seeing her perfectly shaven cunt wasn’t enough, I had her great tits right in front of me, ready to come out of her shirt. I turned to look again to see if someone was coming. “Oh shit Katie, I think someone just walked past the camera. I think they’re coming this way; you gotta put your stuff back to how it was and get on the other side of the desk.
“Or I could hide,” she said as she got down on her knees and slid under the desk. The desk was a semi-circle with an upper counter around 4 feet tall and the lower surface where the computer and all my papers were. Katie got under the desk quickly enough that the woman walking out the door didn’t even notice her.
Once Katie heard her exit the building, she poked her head out from under the desk. “All clear?”
“Yeah, you’re good.” I looked down at her and she was squatting, sitting on her heels, her skirt was hiked up and her legs were spread far apart. Again, I had a clear view of her smooth pussy. “Come on out.”
“Or I could stay here and no one would even know it besides you.” She moved over closer to me, still under the desk. She crawled between my legs and started to rub my thighs. “How about this? Is this OK?” She asked.
“It feels good, but I really think you shouldn’t be down there.” She slid her hands up my legs, and onto my semi-erect cock. I cleared my throat again as she started to massage my dick through my pants.
“Well then, this should feel better.” Katie moved her hands up to my belt, and started to unbuckle it.
“What are you doing?” I asked her as I put my hand on hers, holding it.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to take your pants down.”
“Here?!” I asked her.
“Yeah, no one can see me. You just do your best to act normal when people walk by.” She moved my hand out of the way and resumed unbuckling my belt. She then unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down. My cock was getting harder now and Katie could see that because it was poking out through the opening in the front of my boxers. “Huh, I guess you like this even though your words say otherwise. It seems as though you need to relax a little Jeremy. I’ll see what I can do to help you do that.”
She placed her hand around my shaft as I slid the chair farther under the counter. Katie started to slowly stroke my cock. “Mmmmmmm, that feels nice Katie.”
“Ssshhh,” she told me. “Remember, you have to continue to do your job and act as if nothing else is going on. If you don’t, we WILL get busted and probably get fired.”
“Good luck with that one.” I tried to type the rest of my report, but it was kinda difficult to do while she was stroking my now rock-hard dick.
“Just do your thing and I will do mine.” Katie stroked me a few more times then stopped with her hand at the base of my cock. I could feel her breathing as her head moved closer to me. Then this warm and wet sensation overcame my cock. I looked down to make sure it was what I was thinking and sure enough, Katie had my hard-on in her mouth. She started to bob her head up and down on it as I picked my head back up and resumed typing.
The door opened from the offices to the lobby. “Goodnight Mr. Davies,” I said.
“You have a good one Jeremy,” he said. “See ya on Monday.”
“Oh I will, trust me.” He looked puzzled as he continued out the door.
Katie pulled my cock out of her mouth, “See that’s not so hard is it?”
“No, that’s not, but I am; and you’re not yet helping with that situation.”
Katie returned my cock to her mouth. Over the next few minutes, many people were walking out of the building. Each time someone walked by, we would exchange goodbyes. And each time someone left, I would look down and see Kelly, sucking on my cock.
Another man walked into the lobby, “Have a good weekend Jeremy.”
“You do the same Mr. Wellington.” It was Katie’s boss.
He walked over to the desk and asked, “So, what are your plans this weekend Jeremy?” He put his hands on the desk and leaned toward me slightly.
“I don’t, um, know.” I fumbled to find words. Katie’s mouth felt so good on my shaft. “I think I might just, uh, screw around. I don’t have any plans yet. I met this girl, so I’m gonna call her later and maybe go out this weekend.”
“Hey, that can make it more fun if you have a girls with you,” he said with a smirk on his face. I could feel my face getting flushed. “Hey are you OK? You look like something is wrong.”
“No, nothing is wrong right now. I’m feeling great. Thanks for asking.”
“No worries man. Hey, I didn’t ask you this, but what do you think of Katie? You know Katie right? She works under me.”
“Yeah, I know her. I didn’t know she worked under you, I thought she worked under someone else. She seems like a good girl. I like her. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I like her too. She’s a good employee, but she left early today. She seemed different. I couldn’t put my finger on it; I was wondering if you knew what it was with her today.”
“I uh don’t really know sir.” I mumbled. It’s really hard to have a conversation when you are having your cock sucked. “Oh, I remember. She came by and asked for some of those RP-12’s. I think I put my finger on it.” He had no idea about my pun. “She told me she might have to make something up to someone she let down. I think she was just anxious.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Well,” he said as he stood back up, “I’m the last one up there, so you can take off whenever you’re done there. I hope you have a fun time this weekend. I’ll see you Monday morning.”
“OK sir. I’ll finish up and get out of here. Have a great weekend.” He walked out the door and I rolled my chair back a little, letting Katie come out from under the desk.
She looked up at me, smiling, but never took my cock out of her mouth. She wrapped her hand around me and moved it up and down with her mouth. “That feels so good Katie, but that was the weirdest conversation I have ever had with anyone, especially your boss. That was a close call.”
She took my cock out of her mouth, “Ssshhh. I already told you that.”
“K, sorry. It’s just you and me here now.”
“I know, I heard him. That’s good.” She returned her mouth to my slippery dick, moved her hands down to her chest, and unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way. Then she brought her hands up, slid my pants down past my knees and slid my boxers off too. When my boxers slid past my hard-on, it sprang up. Katie returned it to her mouth as she reached up and started to unbutton my shirt. She got all of the buttons undone, but couldn’t get my tie off. I loosened my tie and pulled it over my head as Katie slid my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. I took my arms out of the sleeves, reached down and unhooked her bra. It slid off her breasts easily. I sat up a little, reached down and started to grab her tits. They were nice and big. Each one filled up my hand. They were firm too. “Do you like those Jeremy?”
“Yeah, I do. They’re nice and big.”
“Well, they’re all mine. No surgery here.” I looked back up at the camera screen and saw someone walking across the caf?oward the front door.
“Oh shit Katie, there’s someone coming. They just left the caf?They’ll be here any minute. What are we going to do?” I started to panic a little.
“Don’t worry Jeremy. It’s Jessica. She’s my good friend and I told her that I was going to try this. If she came by and I wasn’t here, I would be in the car waiting for her. But since I am here she can watch, if that’s OK with you. She likes to watch.”
“Sure, I know her. She’s cute too.” Jessica had about the same build as Katie, but had dirty blonde hair.
“Cute TOO? What do you mean by that?” Katie asked me.
“I mean exactly that. Why?”
“Who are you comparing her to?”
“Well, you, of course. Who did you think?”
“I don’t know.” Katie pushed my chair back and stood up. Her firm breasts were eye-level with me and her pussy was right there too. She looked over her shoulder just as Jessica was walking into the lobby. “Hi Jess. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Sorry, I had to make sure Mr. Wellington left. He IS gone right?”
“Yeah, he left about five minutes ago. Jessica, this is Jeremy,” Katie said, looking at me.
“Hi Jeremy, nice to meet you,” Jessica’s eyes wandered down my naked body, and stopped at my cock. “Well, it seems you two are well acquainted. Katie, nice work. I thought was cute before, but without his clothes on is even better.” She moved her eyes back to my face and smiled at me. “Mind if I sit in this chair?” Referring to the chair Katie was sitting in.
“Be my guest,” I said. “Katie told me a little about you.”
“Oh she did huh?” Jessica giggled.
Katie moved closer to me, leaned down and kissed me, letting her breasts rub against my bare chest. She placed her hands on my shoulders, and started to crawl onto my lap. She sat on my lap, facing me, pushing my cock down between my legs with her ass. She started grinding on me. As she was doing this, Katie looked over at Jessica. Jessica was sitting in the chair, slouching a little, and was rubbing her breasts. “Hey Jess, take your shirt off.” Jessica was wearing a tight black low cut shirt and a plaid mini-skirt with black spiked heels to top off the look. She started to peel her shirt off over her head as Katie kept grinding on my cock. When Jessica took her shirt off, she revealed a black lacey bra that barely covered anything. It was more for support than anything. “Now isn’t that hot Jeremy?” Katie asked me.
“Yeah she is. This is tough; I am sitting here with two beautiful girls and only one of me.”
Katie turned to me and said, “I told you, she’s just watching this time.”
“I know you said that. But last time you said that you didn’t say ‘this time.’ What do you mean by that?”
“Guess,” she leaned in and kissed me again, this time she opened her mouth and dug her tongue into mine. I returned the kiss and brought my hands up to her chest, grabbing her firm breasts. Katie broke our kiss, stood up and turned my chair so I was facing Jessica about six feet away. Katie turned around, walked over to Jessica, kissed her, and then backed up to me. When she got back to me, she reached between her legs, grabbed my cock, and aimed it at her wet pussy and sat down, taking my whole shaft inside her. It was warm and slippery. She was so wet, after the first down and up on my cock, I was plenty lubed up. Katie went back down until she had my entire shaft inside her. I glanced over at Jessica. She had one hand on her tits and the other hand was rubbing her pussy. Jessica had taken her shirt, bra and underwear off. She just had her mini-skirt and shoes on. Katie, still all the way down on my cock, was grinding back and forth on me. I reached up, grabbed her nipples and started to pull on them. She started to moan a little and I could feel her juices flowing more as her pussy was tightening up. “I love it when my nipples get played with. Don’t stop Jeremy.”
I kept pinching and pulling on her nipples as I twitched my cock inside of her. She gasped and jumped slightly. Katie leaned back on my chest and arched her back. Her head was on my shoulder and she started to kiss and bite my ear. I moved my left hand down to rub her clit. We were both moving in sync with each other. Jessica put her left foot up on the desk opening her legs up. I was about to turn my eyes away from her and back to Katie when she inserted two fingers into her snatch. My eyes were glued on her crotch. I pushed my cock as far as I could into Katie when I saw Jessica finger herself. Jessica noticed this and said, “Oohh, I think someone likes this Katie.”
Katie, feeling my cock throbbing inside her, picked her head up and looked at Jessica. “Yeah, it sure feels like it.” Jessica leaned her head down and started to lick her nipples but she never let her fingers out of her wet pussy. I could see the juices seeping out of her. “Jess, that is so hot honey. I wish I could be your fingers right now.”
With that, Jessica stood up, her hand still buried in her snatch, and walked over to Katie and I. Jessica took her hand out of her crotch, grabbed Katie’s hand and guided it to her wet slit. “OK, be my hand then. I’ll be yours.” Jessica put her foot up on the desk next to Katie and I as Katie slid two fingers into her pussy. Jessica’s hand reached down and found mine on Katie’s clit. She moved my hand out of the way and picked up where I left off, rubbing Katie’s clit. When Jessica started doing this, Katie really clamped her pussy down on my cock which made my balls tighten up.
Katie started to moan louder and grind faster on my dick. “Oh my God! That feels great Jess. Keep rubbing my pussy.”
“Katie, I’m about to cum.” I looked up at her but her eyes were closed so tightly and she was so focused on Jessica rubbing her, I don’t think she heard me. “Oh my God Katie, your pussy is so tight.” I could feel the cum rushing from my balls up my shaft.
“Jeremy,” Jessica said. “I want you to cum in my mouth. Let me now when you’re gonna cum.” She brought her other hand down and started to massage my balls.
“Keep that up and it’s gonna be real quick!” I was pumping as hard as I could into Katie now. She started to moan even louder with each pump of my cock. Jessica’s fingers were rubbing her clit even faster. Now Katie started to scream. Her free hand went to Jessica’s chest and she started to grab her nipples. Pinching and pulling on them hard. Katie leaned forward, put Jessica’s breast in her mouth and started to suck and bite on it. “Holy shit Jessica, here it comes!” I yelled. Jessica got down on her knees, grabbed my cock and pulled it out of Katie’s pussy. She put me into her mouth and started to suck me dry. I pumped load after load of cum into her mouth as she stroked my shaft. Her tongue danced around the head of my dick. I brought one hand back to Katie’s pussy, and rubbed and pinched her clit a little more. Soon she was writhing and moving in ecstasy on my lap.
Jessica finished sucking all the cum out of my cock and placed her mouth around Katie’s pussy. Katie screamed, “Oohh, here it comes! HOLY SHIT!” Jessica grabbed Katie’s ass and pulled Katie into her open mouth. Katie started convulsing on my lap.
After a minute or so of this, Jessica pulled her head away from Katie and said, “Damn girl. That was a lot; almost as much as Jeremy. It sure tasted good going into my mouth though sweetie. Jeremy, did you know that Katie was a squirter? Hot huh?” Jessica licked her lips, then grabbed Katie’s hand and licked her fingers dry.
We were all breathing heavy and I said, “Wow girls. That was amazing! I don’t know if I have ever cummed that much before. Jessica, I thought you were just going to watch. I’m not complaining by any means, but
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“But what? I couldn’t resist tasting you two. I love to watch, but I also love the taste of cum sliding down my throat. Besides, if you were sitting where I was, you wouldn’t be able to resist either. That was one of the hottest fucks I have seen in a long time. Just watching your rock-hard cock stretching Katie’s pussy like that, oh my God! That was great!”
Katie stood up slowly off of my lap, she bent down and picked up her clothes. She started to put her bra on, but Jessica grabbed it out of her hands, “You won’t need this dear.”
“I won’t?” Katie asked, puzzled.
“Nope. I was thinking we could go over to my place and you could show Jeremy what that pole is for in my basement.”
“Really? You want me to strip for him?”
“Wait, you have a stripper pole? That’s awesome!” I said, wide eyed.
“Yeah,” Jessica replied. “I have one in my basement with neon lights and the while bit. And no, Katie, I don’t want you to strip for him. I want you to strip for US.”
We put our clothes back on. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot,” I said. They walked out; I went over and set the alarm, walked out and locked the building up. As I walked out to my truck, Jessica and Katie were waiting in their cars. “I guess I’ll follow you?”
“Yeah, try to keep up. I drive fast. Especially if I know I get to have a strip tease when I get home.” Jessica started to pull out of the lot as I got into my truck, started it and fell in line behind Katie.

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Family Circus – Ch. 4

Drifting, drifting I dozed off and was sleeping soundly when I was awakened by Vickie’s voice. “Bobby, you awake?”
I looked at my alarm clock – 2:00 AM. “Yes, I’m awake now, Vickie.” I realized I had crawled under my covers sometime after falling asleep.
“Is it true? Doctor Vernon said to masturbate every day? That shouldn’t be hard for you, that’s your normal routine anyway isn’t it?” she asked.
“Yes, it’s true. And Mom seems to think she needs to ‘help’ me,” I replied.
Vickie said, “I figured. She had a long session with her vibrator when she went to bed after ‘helping’ you.”
“How do you know that?” I asked.
“I can hear the vibrator when it’s on high, and I can sometimes hear her,” she replied, “I thought you would have heard it sometimes, too.”
“Guess not.”
Softly she asked, “Can I see it, Bobby, I mean see it up close? I’m just curious is all.”
“Whatever, Vickie,” I replied. She wasted no time pulling my covers down.
“Gawd, it’s huge, Bobby. And your balls, they’re big, too. Do they hurt or anything?” she blurted out.
“No, don’t hurt,” I answered.
“Can I, uh, touch it? I’ve never seen, let alone touched a dick that big before,” she said.
“Yeah, go ahead. Everyone else has either handled it or stared at it or both today,” I answered resignedly.
She gently grasped and picked up my penis, holding it like something fragile, lying across her hand, end hanging down. “It feels pretty heavy.” Laying my penis down on my abdomen, she picked up my testicles and cradled them softly in her hand, fingertips moving softly against the sides of the orbs. “Your balls are heavy, too. Seems like they’d be uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, they feel heavy but I’ve gotten used to them.”
“So did Mom actually jack you off, like, uh,” she asked as she grasped my penis again and attempted to stroke it.
“First she watched me then she took over at the end to make sure she collected everything in the little measuring cup,” I replied. “Now that you’ve stared at and handled me, do I get to do the same with you?” I asked her.
She seemed to consider my request for a moment before saying, “Yeah,” and shucking her sleep shirt off over her head. She was naked underneath. Her body was nice, real nice. Nice tits, just big enough to hang just a little, a fairly small waist, nicely sized hips and legs, and a neatly trimmed bush.
I rolled on my side facing her, moved over on the bed and patted the side toward her. “Here, you said ‘yes’ to me handling you, too,” I told her. Without a word she laid down on her back next to me. Her tits sagged a bit to each side of her chest and I reached to touch the closer one before letting my fingertips drift down her abdomen to that shaved bush. I felt her hand on my penis as it began to stiffen under her touch. “You have a beautiful body, Vickie,” I told her as I leaned over to kiss her. Our lips met and parted letting our tongues dance with each other as she rolled toward me and began to rub my back. I felt her put her leg over me before she reached down to grab my penis and try to insert it into her pussy. I reached over her to retrieve the K-Y tube from where Mom had left it on my bedside table and gave it to her. She quickly opened it, squirted some on her hand, flipped the lid closed, then handed it back to me. As I was reaching to put it back on the bedside table I felt the coolness of the K-Y then the warmth of her pussy as she slid my penis into her.
Scooting down a bit, she took as much as she could into herself before saying “That’s all I can take of it. Oh, and don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” I began to gently thrust in and out of her as we lay together, on our side facing each other. Her hips moved against me with each thrust as we each became more and more aroused. Locked in a deep, probing kiss, we lay there fucking on my bed, each enjoying the other’s body. We remained locked in the kiss as each of us came, first Vickie then me, then laid motionless except for our tongues, continuing to dance with each other.
We fell asleep like that, me still in her, wetness oozing out onto our thighs and didn’t wake up until I heard Mom moving around. “Vickie, wake up. It’s past 6:00 am, I hear Mom up getting her shower.”
She awoke with a start. As she realized where she was and what time it was, her first words were, “I can’t believe you stayed in me all night. I better get out of here while Mom’s in the shower.” She rolled away from me gently, letting my penis flop out of her as she sat and then stood up. Retrieving her sleep shirt off the floor she pulled it on over her head and wiggled that fine body into it before leaning over and giving me a little kiss on the forehead. “Later,” she said softly as she turned and slipped out my door, closing it silently behind her.
I laid there thinking about the previous days. “Let’s see,” I thought, “It’s been twenty-four hours since I woke up with this thing. In that time, I’ve been stared at by my sister, was jacked off by my doctor, jacked off in front of a Korean family of seamstresses, seen an old woman topless as I was on display to her, jacked off with my mother, and fucked my sister. It was a hectic twenty-four hours.”
Saturday morning, what to do first. Maybe a shower. Mom was in her shower in the master bath, since she like to jack me off apparently, and didn’t mind walking in on me in the shower, what if I surprised her by going into her shower. That might be interesting, eh? It wasn’t like we hid our bodies in our house. Mom had raised us to be comfortable and unashamed of nudity. Naked, I padded out of my bedroom and into hers, then into the bathroom. She was facing away from me in the shower and her ample butt greeted me as I came into the bathroom. Mom was a little thick but not obese with her age, large hips and butt, still a visible waist, and large tits that hung down a good deal. I called out, “Mom, I need a shower. Can I come in with you?”
She turned around a saw me standing there naked. “Uh, yeah, sure, if you want to,” she answered. “First go get the specimen cup from the hall bath counter in case we need it.”
I headed out into the hall and passed Vickie on the way back. “I’m taking a shower with Mom. She may want to ‘help’ me comply with doctor’s orders,” I laughed as I said it. Vickie lifted her sleep shirt to show me she was still naked underneath after he shower. “Later,” I told her.
Back in Mom’s bathroom, I placed the specimen cup up on top the the shower door rail where it would be handy then slid the door open, stepped in, and slid the door closed behind me. Mom was rinsing off. Finished she turned to me and said, “This is like when you were little.” Looking down at my penis and testicles she continued, “Well maybe not ‘just’ like then.” Looking at her naked there was starting to raise an erection on me already. She noticed immediately and asked, “Does your naked Mama do that to you?”
“I think so,” I told her, “I need a hug.” I held my arms out and Mom stepped into them with arms out to hug me. Her wet, naked body up against mine heightened my arousal and I felt my penis engorging, rising between her legs and rubbing on her inner thighs as it attempted to rise. I felt her actually bow her legs slightly and free it to rise unhindered to her crotch, where it pressed against her bush. Our hug continued for maybe a minute before Mom let go of me and backed up. My penis was now standing out at full erection, a bit higher than horizontal, pointing at her.
“I think we need to collect a specimen,” she told me as she reached for my penis with one hand and the soap with another. Soaping it up to a nice, slick feel, she began to stroke my penis with both hands. After a few minutes of that, she pushed my penis down slightly, stepped toward me, and while standing on her tiptoes, stuck it between her thighs. I stooped down a bit to match heights up a bit better as she began to move forward and backward on my penis, not inserting it into her pussy but just rubbing it along its length up against her body between her legs. With her arms wrapped around my shoulders her movement to rub the length of my penis was squashing then releasing her tits against my chest and I was getting turned on, rapidly approaching an orgasm. “You tell me when you’re about to release so we can catch it in the specimen cup, okay?” she told me.
“I’m nearly there,” I managed to get out. I was nearly at the top, about to let go. I reached up to the top of the slider door rail to grab the specimen cup and told Mom, “I’m about to cum.” She took the cup from me, jumped back off my penis blocking the shower as it sprayed on her back, grabbed my penis, and began stroking it near the glans as she positioned the cup to catch my semen. “Oh damn,” was all I could say as I tumbled over the top, my legs flexing involuntarily, my penis spurting ropes of semen into the cup. Two or three big ropes then several smaller ones hit the cup as my orgasm spent itself there with Mom holding my penis.
“There baby, there. That’s a good one. You needed to get that out,” Mom said softly to me as she gently milked my penis. I was feeling light headed and I backed up to sit down on the seat molded into the tub enclosure. “You okay, Bobby?” Mom asked me, sounding concerned, as she sat the specimen cup up on the top slider rail again.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just needed to sit down for a minute,” I replied. Mom stepped toward the seat and stooped down in front of me, my testicles and penis hanging off the front of the seat toward her. She cradled my testicles in both hands, lifting them slightly as she lightly massaged them with her fingertips. “They’re working overtime this week, I think.” You rest for a minute then wash up. I’m finished and I’m going to get out,” she said. With that, she slid the door open, stepped out onto the mat, retrieving the specimen cup and setting it on the bathroom counter before pulling her towel from the rack and drying herself off. I sat there for a few minutes before standing up and washing up.
That evening, Vickie came quietly into my room again, but this time as soon as Mom had gone in her bedroom an shut the door. She came in naked this time, not even concerned with her sleep shirt. She quietly crawled into bed under the covers and was greeted by a full erection, my penis straight on my abdomen, trembling at the thought of my sister’s beautiful body up against it. Our lovemaking was long and slow that evening, unhurried. We awoke, startled the next morning, by Mom standing by the bed in her robe. “What’s going on?” she asked.
Vickie, with a bit of defiance in her voice said, “Nothing much different than when you’re collecting specimens, Mom.” Mom turned and walked out of the room. I looked at Vickie and didn’t know what to say. “Hey, what’s okay for her is okay for me, Bobby. She’s got no right to be pissed at me,” she said.
The rest of Sunday passed by fairly quietly. Mom prodded me a couple of times to “follow doctor’s orders” which had become a code phrase meaning she wanted to watch me jack off into the specimen cup. Each time she took over near the end to ensure that the semen was properly collected, measured, and recorded.
Monday at school, I headed into my second period PE class waiting to see the reaction in the locker room. Unlocking and opening my locker, I hung my new supporter on the hook on the inside of the door as I began to undress. One of my main tormenters saw the supporter and yelled, “Hey, needle dick. What’s that jock strap for? You got nothing to support.” Several other guys in the locker room turned and looked at me just as I was pulling my cargo pants and boxers off. When my penis and testicles swung free the room went silent as everyone stared at me.
I pulled on my supporter, stuffing my equipment into the soft mesh pouch, pulled on my gym shorts, closed my locker, picked up my shoes and socks and went out into the gym, leaving the room quiet behind me. I heard no more derogatory comments about the size of my penis.
The week passed quickly with Mom generally wanting to “follow doctor’s orders” every morning before I got dressed for school and every afternoon after I returned home. The piece of paper was rapidly filling up with entries. Vickie came in and slept with me every night though on a couple we simply cuddled up and went to sleep without sex.

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I raped Chay

t is extremely difficult being a high school teacher these days. No I am not talking about students with guns or any of that nonsense. The biggest problem are the female students. They just never looked like this when I was in school and I swear that the majority of them are blatant cock teases. You just cannot understand the difficulty of my job until you actually sit in front of a class and feel your cock getting hard as one of these little bitches opens her legs in the front row. The worst part of it is that I have to deal with this at home as well as at school.
My daughter Chay is probably the biggest prick tease of them all. I noticed her change in attitude a few years ago. I think it was at this time that she realized she could get almost anything she wanted from men if she led them to believe that was sex involved. I really wouldn’t have a problem with it but she as taken to using her charms on me now. I may be her father but I am still a man and Chay uses that to her advantage. This was all soon about to change.
It happened on a Friday about 2 months ago. It was a particularly stressful day at school, from a sexual standpoint anyways. You see the weather had just started turning warmer and that only means one thing. More revealing clothing. One girl in particular, Jessica Swanson, showed up in my class with an amazingly short skirt. Now mind you that Jessica was the absolute worst tease in any of my classes and today was no exception.
I watched in awe as the high school senior sat directly in front of me and proceeded to spread her legs, giving me a wonderful look at her panties. She looked up every so often to see if I was looking and would flash me a wicked little “You can look but not touch” type of smile. She was right of course, I could look as much as she allowed me but I could not touch. That is not to say that I couldn’t have dirty little thoughts though and that’s exactly what I did, but that was when Jessica raised the stakes.
Normally I sit and take in any view one of these teases wants to offer and it has been rather “R” rated up until now, but Jessica did something that would forever change my life. My mouth dropped when I watched her sneak her hand up her skirt and slowly slide her panties aside. There it was, in all it’s womanly beauty, her shaved pink pussy. Of course she caught me looking and just flashed her infamous smile and rubbed her fingers in the “shame-shame” fashion. I was awakened from my trance by the sound of the bell. Thankfully it was the end of the day and I could go home and jerk off thinking about Jessica’s pussy. Or so I thought.
When I walked in the back door to my house I saw my daughter, wearing a pair of skimpy white shorts and one of those “wife beater” shirts. She was slightly bent over looking through the refrigerator, her young firm ass moving back and forth to the music lofting in from the other room. My cock took on a mind of it’s own as I watched her, feeling myself hardening in my pants. I was fixated on her and didn’t even notice her looking back over her shoulder at me.
“See anything you like daddy?” she asked in a giggly voice.
I could only mumble as she wiggled her firm young ass at me. What was she doing? Teasing me? Her own father? Well I had to deal with it all day at work and I would be damned if I was going to allow it to continue at home to.
I crept up behind her as if to look for something to eat myself, my hands touched the backs of her thighs and I slowly began to stroke them all the while pushing my growing member against her ass. Chay and I have always been touchy feely but this was going beyond anything we had ever done before and she knew it.
“Um daddy? Wh-what are you doing?” I felt her body tensing as she asked.
“You are getting to be a very sexy girl Chay” I answered, ignoring her question.
My cock began to throb as my hands slid further up her thighs to her ass. Feeling my daughters young firm ass was getting to be too much for me. I knew what I wanted and I was bound and determined to take it if need be.
“OK that’s enough. I think you should stop now daddy”
“Oh you do, do you? So you think you can parade around here dressing the way you do and teasing me the way you do and nothing will happen?”
“But daddy I didn’t
.”
SLAP! My hand rained down on her ass hard and I felt her push back at me as she let out a surprised yelp.
“Don’t you think I know a cock tease when I see on Chay? I deal with it all day long at work and then I come home to you.”
“I swear I didn’t mean to daddy I 
”
“Shut up!“ Again my hand slapped my daughters ass hard.
I listened to her whimper softly as one hand slide up her side to her large breast and the other moved forward, rubbing at her covered pussy and for a split second I thought I heard her moan. My cock was aching to be free of it’s confines and I desperately wanted to see my daughter’s face. I roughly tugged at her arm, pulling her up and turning her to face me. She looked scared but I was in too much of a sexual frenzy to care.
“Daddy? Please, what are you going to do to me?”
“On your knees you little bitch! NOW!” my voice seemed to both shock and scare her.
Chay looked hesitantly at me. Her eyes filled with fright as I reached up and pulled on her hair hard, forcing her to comply.
“I said on your knees. Do it now or it will be worse”
I watched her eyes tear up as she slowly sank down to the kitchen floor, eye level with her daddy’s bulge. I lightly thrust it towards her as I held her hair wrapped around my hand.
“Well? What are you waiting for? You know what I want”
Her small hands trembled as she reached up and unzipped my pants and began to sop as she unbuttoned them.
“Daddy please don’t. we can stop now and I won’t tell anyone”
“Take it out Chay. Take daddy’s cock out of his pants.”
I tugged on her hair again and watched as her hands pulled my pants down. My hard fat cock sprang out and slapped against her cheek. This time I definitely heard her moan as she wrapped one hand around my shaft and skillfully began to stroke my cock.
“Now that’s better. MMMMM Chay. You’ve done this before eh?”
Her silence was all the answer I needed, well that and the amazing hand job she was giving me. I began to fuck her hand as she pumped my cock with a little more enthusiasm than I would have thought.
“Daddy? If I stroke you off will you let me go?”
As she spoke the last syllable I pushed my swollen head into her mouth, gagging her as I forced my little girl to deep throat it. I guided her head up and down my shaft as I watched her tits bouncing underneath her shirt. It was all I could do to position myself to pull her thin shirt up over her tits but when I did I almost came. They were amazing. Porn star quality for sure.
“MMMM you silly little girl. You think daddy can cum from just a hand job? No it will take a lot more than that Chay”
Then to my surprise she started bobbing her head up and down on her own. Going down to the base really slowly. Her mouth opened wide as I felt her tongue licking the underside, her throat muscles contracting and releasing in a way that is simply indescribable. Then it hit me. Not only was she trying to get me off so that I wouldn’t rape her but she had obviously done this before and more than once. This was not the type of blow job your average teenage girl gives. This was experience.
“That’s it Chay. Suck daddy’s dick. Suck it like the little fucking whore you are”
The mention of the word “whore” caused her eyes to open as if she realized that I knew she was not the innocent little girl she portrayed herself to be. I nudged at her head and she went right back to sucking me off. Her tits bouncing freely from the effort she was putting into her daddy’s cock, knowing she was going to make me cum. But I had other plans.
I pulled her head back by her hair. Her mouth slurping up my shaft, a thin stream of precum and saliva trailing from her lips to my cock head. She looked like a drug addict as she strained to get her mouth back around my cock but I held her at bay.
“Your shorts. Take them off. Now!”
Her eyes light up as if on fire as she realized what I intended to do.
“Daddy no! please! You..you can’t. this is rape”
“Relax baby girl. I just want to see your pussy before I cum”
I stoked my cock as I watched my daughter slowly slide her shorts off. Not in the way one would normally do it in these circumstances but in the way an experienced stripper might remove her clothes. My little girl had done this before as well.
She stood before me in just a tiny little white thong. The outline of her pussy was visible as her eyes fixed on my cock in my hand. I pumped faster as she slowly side the thin material aside. My breathing became shallow as I laid eyes on her pretty little pussy for the first time in many years. And it was beautiful. Shaved as bald as the day she was born, lips red and puffy, her clit swollen. Up to this point I had seriously considered jerking off and that being the end but when I saw that pretty little cunt, I knew I had to have it.
I pounced on her. In the blink of an eye I grabbed her hair again and drug her to the kitchen table. She began to scream as I forced her to bend over it as I kicked her legs open. My hand was holding her head down against the wooden table as I pushed my fat head against her wet pussy.
“Oh no daddy no! Please! Stop! You’re too big”
Her last word trailed off as I invade my daughters tight pussy. To be honest I expected to feel her hymen but when I realized it was already broken something in me snapped. I was furious that my little girl had already been fucked. I grunted as I buried myself ball deep inside her and felt her pussy muscles constrict and relax, constrict and relax. Then I started to fuck her. No, let me correct that. I raped her.
I began to pound my cock in and out mercilessly as she creamed and pleaded with me to stop. It fell on deaf ears though. The louder she screamed the harder I fucked her until she said something I didn’t expect.
“Oh yes daddy yes. Fuck my little cunt daddy. Fuck me hard”
She worked her pussy muscles around my cock as she moved her ass back towards me. Fucking me as much as I was fucking her.
“Oh you like that daddy? You like raping your little girl? You dirty old man. You like the way your cock feels in your daughters cunt?”
She slammed her ass back hard with each word as I reached up and pulled hard on her hair once again. My free hand slapping against her ass with a loud SMACK.
“Yes that’s it you nasty little whore. Move that ass. Fuck daddy’s cock”
To say that my daughter was a great fuck would be the understatement of the year. She bucked back and forth moaning and screaming each time I bottomed out in her. I was close to cumming and she knew it.
She looked back over her shoulder at me with a sexual look in her eyes that is as unmatched as it is undeniable.
“Daddy, I want to watch. I want to watch your fat cock fucking my little pussy”
No sooner had I pulled out, Chay rolled onto her back. He was still wearing her panties and they clung to her wet pussy. She began to pull them aside again when I reached up and ripped them off her. She let out a loud moan as the material gave way and I was once again sliding my cock back inside her.
“Watch it little girl. Watch your daddy’s cock fucking your pussy. Your tight young little cunt. MMMM Chay, I have been thinking about this for so long”
“Oh god daddy, your cock is so big. Feels so good in my little cunt. Fuck me daddy. Fuck your little girl. Rape me. Rape your little whore”
This was too much. I grabbed her waist and pulled her up to me as I rammed into her deeper than ever.
“That’s it daddy. Yes! Yes! Yes! Give me that dick! Come on daddy, fuck your little girl’”
“Oh Chay, you’re going to make daddy cum! OH FUCK!”
“Do it daddy. Cum. Cum for your little girl. Cum for your little whore daddy. Cum in my pussy!”
I pulled her back onto my cock one last time as I drove myself into her. Holding myself there as I exploded deep inside her, filling her with the same cum that made her. At the same time Chay let out the sexiest scream and I felt her pussy clench my cock with her own orgasm.
I held my daughter tight against me by her waist as my cock twitched inside her, filling her pussy up. I watched as our juices leaked from around the sides of my dick, trickling down to her ass and pooling up on the kitchen table. I had never cum so hard or so much in my entire life and Chay seemed to love it. I looked down at my daughter and then kissed her deeply
“We are going to have a long talk about where you learned to do all that young lady.”
TO BE CONTINUED

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Sophie’s Summer Holiday

This is my entry for the second “writer’s competition” on the forum. I apologise for the length as its nearly 20,000 words, but I’m quite pleased with it, and I hope you take the time to read it. Thank you x

What A Weekend [Part I]

Well this is my first piece of work and i’ll admit, it’s a little rough in the beginning, but i’m quite satisfied with it. sequel coming out soon! As the story travels, I’ll gradually bring more characters into the scene.

Trophy Wife Crescent – Chapter One

In a rich crescent, located high in the hills around the city sits 5 beautiful mansions and within these 5 very beautiful trophy wives. These woman have all quickly tired of their current husbands and begin to explore other local men. Soon each woman is surrounded by men willing to fuck them any time, any place all they have to do is call on them.

Belinda 2

Note: Yeah I hate these too so I’ll be quick. Interesting note is right after I posted this I ran into Belinda across the street at the mailbox wearing cut off shorts and a white button down shirt. Insert Twilight Zone music here. I may have to get to know her a bit better.
Belinda – 2
I didn’t get a hell of a lot of sleep last night. Physically I was spent from yesterday’s gardening. Tired and sore. I’m not the kid I used to be damn-it. Mentally I was wide awake with Belinda’s show replaying in my mind. I’m not sure if it was the body aches that kept me tossing all night or the constant woody that kept me from easily turning over. I just know Monday Morning’s alarm was even more harsh than usual. My dog was far more willing to get up than I was. I turned and rolled myself into a sitting position where I argued with myself that it was really still Sunday before giving in and slipping on my sandals and robe and letting my dog out. One of the best things I ever purchased was my pod coffee maker. It makes a perfect single cup in about a minute. I pushed the button before getting the creamer from the fridge and pouring some into the waiting mug of soon to be life-blood. The delicious aroma of fresh coffee filled my kitchen. Always makes me feel better. I was half awake staring out my window at my wall of shrubs, waiting on my coffee to finish, when something from last night popped into my mind. Belinda had drunkenly admitted to me that she had been watching me. I pondered that as I took my first sip. She said that she had watched me in the morning and in watched me in my office from her bedroom window. 
..Watched me in the morning
.. Right now I’m doing the same thing I always do; robe, coffee and wake up. Fifteen minutes from now I would be back for more coffee but by then I’m usually fresh from the shower and naked. The ground floor of my house is about three feet above ground level so the only way to see in was from the second floor of her house which would also give her a clear view of my office. I kept myself from glancing up at her window because it also occurred to me that she may be awake right now. Unlike me she has to drive to her office. Would she be taking the time right now or in the next
 13 minutes after my shower. I’m thinking now. I’m thinking that after I left she had the same night of tossing and turning, while thinking about what we did for each other, that I did. Right now she’s in her window teasing a nipple and fingering her clit while watching me. The thought was making me hard and I’m going to take advantage of that.
I put my coffee down cause I would really hate to spill it. With my robe tenting all I had to do was move it aside and my cock was free. I was thinking of her fingers sliding in and out of her while she sat on that chair while I slowly stroked myself. I loved how soft my skin is and how I can feel the veins in my member. I wanted to give her a good show so I let my hand drift down to my balls a few times. I let some saliva drop from my mouth onto my cock to add lubrication and a nice visual shine. It wouldn’t be too long before I had that familiar feeling in my balls so I had to figure out an exit. I wanted to tease her not show her everything she wanted. I wanted her watching more so I didn’t want to give her what she wanted to see right off the bat. I wanted her thinking about what would have happened. At queue my dog piped up. Her barking was the perfect exit. I dropped my cock and closed the robe to go let my dog in which also took me out of Belinda’s view. Smiling at myself I kept the rest of my morning as normal. Maybe cause a little extra frustration.
My office is on the second floor of my home. I’m one of those people referred to as lucky because I only spend maybe two days at the main office a year. People think its wonderful because I can listen to my music as loud as I want, don’t share a bathroom, wear what I want (or lack thereof) and can do just about as I please as long as my work gets done. The reality is I never see people face to face so the job had made me somewhat a hermit and the only way I ever get a sick day is if my ass is tied to a toilet. I tend to spend a lot of time in my office and not getting out much have taken to an online video chat program that is an exhibitionist’s and voyeur’s wet e-dream. That is what she meant when she said watching you in your office. She can see right in my office window and she’s been watching me watching and performing for others. She has probably seen me masturbate dozens of dozens times. Last night was either payback or a thank you and I bet she has been thinking about doing it for months. Maybe years. The last omission that she made was that she has watched me and my girlfriends. They have never been in my office, any of them. Nor have I fucked any of them next to my coffee pot. Bedroom, living room, dining room, bathroom and even once in the garage and once on the front porch. Theoretically she could have watched from her bedroom perch into the dining room and could have been walking by when I was doing Karla on the front porch. Any of the others she would need a different vantage point and my bedroom would require her to be right at the window on the north side of the house. The opposite side she is on. In fact all these rooms are on the main floor which leaves me to one conclusion. She peeps. Okay two conclusions. She peeps and my dog aint worth shit as a guard dog.
Question is, now that I know one of her secrets and we have masturbated for each other live how do I take advantage of it. How do I use that for my advantage. One thing about sex online is that you get a hell of a lot more once you master the art of the tease. I am the master. I need to get her more actively involved. Simple she needs to play in my world. In my office I opened Word and simply printed out my cell phone number and taped it to my office window and left it there all day and all night.
The next morning rolled around pretty much the same as the first. Get up. Let dog out. Coffee. I stood there mug in hand staring out my kitchen window at my hedge again. This time I picked up my cell, looked at it for a minute and then set it on the window ledge. I walked away to let my dog in and fed her. When I came back I had a text.
“I liked yesterday morning better.”
I texted back, “Me too. What do you have up there a telescope?”
“Something like that.”
“Maybe I’ll give you a peek later if you’re good.”
“I wasn’t good last night?”
“That was last night. You have to earn tonight.”
“How?”
I didn’t reply. She asked the same question again but I just left it alone. Not long after she left for work and I headed upstairs to begin mine. I didn’t hear from her again until just after noon when my phone beeped. I had a text from Belinda.
“You can take the sign down now.”
“Awww is it interfering with your view?”
“YES! I want to see you!”
“Send me a sexy pic. If you want to see me then I get to see you too.”
“Noooooooo! Come on take the paper down. I have to go back to work soon!!!!”
“You want to watch me stroke my hard cock?”
“OMG Yes!!! ”
“LOL. Pic first.”
“I don’t have time. 🙁 ”
“I can wait until you get home.”
“Damnit Michael!”
With that I saw her drive away in her truck, flipping me off as she drove by. I couldn’t help but smile.
About 9:00pm my phone beeped. Belinda sent me an image titled “How is this?” She was in her bathroom wearing her cutoffs and the same white button down blouse from before. This time the shirt was wet and the bikini top was missing. The fabric wasn’t very thick so I could easily make out the shape of her breasts and see her hard nipples pushing against her shirt. I needed more.
I walked into my kitchen and undid my pants before I got into her view. I was already hard from the picture Belinda had sent so all I had to do was slide my hand under my shorts and begin to slowly stroke. While holding the phone in front of me I slowly walked by the window. When I was out of sight I pulled my hand out and sat on my couch.
Beep. “Hey where did you go?”
I replied with, “Took you long enough. I had given up on you.”
“Went to the bar after work because of you. Where did you go?”
“You didn’t like?”
“No. All I saw was your hand in your pants. Where did YOU GO?”
“You have to give to get.”
“I gave last night. Wasn’t that fucking enough?”
“I want another. Full frontal. Make is sexy and I’ll answer your question.”
A few minutes passed and an image came in. This time she was topless and holding a pink vibrator that she was teasing her nipple with. God she looked too hot.
I texted “Living room.”
My living room has two windows. The north window is completely obscured by my insanely large HDTV. Bachelor remember? The west side window leads to my front porch which is currently overgrown with ivy. I’m not really into yard work. My TV is hooked into my network so it was nothing to send Belinda’s last picture to the TV. It fell apart a little when it was enlarged so much but still looked good. I turned off the lights, the only illumination was from the screen of my TV, took off my clothes and stretched out on my couch. My head was towards the window where Belinda would be watching. She would essentially be looking over my shoulder. I kept myself hard by lightly stroking myself until my phone beeped. It was Belinda texting me.
“That’s my picture. 🙂 You look yummy.”
“Was wondering where you were. I was just thinking of last night when you licked my cum off my hand,” I replied one handed while I intensified my stroking.
“I thought about it all day. I want more.”
“mmmm I wouldn’t mind holding your head while I slide in and out of your mouth.” I let my hand drift down to my balls.
“OMG I would love that. I want that!”
“I want to put you back in your chair. I want my fingers inside you. My tongue on your clit.” I moved my hips and back a bit to emphasize my motions.
“Im sooooo wet. I love watching you play.”
“After I make you cum I could slide this hard cock into you.” My hand wrapped around my cock and I took long strokes.
“Its been so long. I need you.”
“Slowly slide in and then almost all the way out before sliding in again. Long full hard deep strokes.” I heard the handle to my door jiggle.
“You should let me in.”
I kept going. “Pull you off the chair and into my lap impaling you on my cock.”
“Open the door.”
“Riding me up and down. Slamming my hard cock into your wet pussy.” She knocked on the Window. I quickened the pace.
She texted “OMG im dripping. Open the door so I can fuck you NOW.”
“You want this?”
“Fucking hell open the door pleeaseeeee!!!!!”
“You slide off. I stand and you take my cock in your mouth. I erupt filling your mouth full of cum.”
“OMG yes I WANT that! Let me in”?
I could feel the pressure building. I quickened the pace and came hard, shooting ropes of cum up my chest. I lay there panting for a moment before scooping up a glob of cum. I stood and walked to the window. Belinda was there looking disheveled; hair out of sorts, wild eyes and pants unbuttoned. She put her hand on the window. Two of her fingers were very wet. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and licked my cum off my fingers. I could see the want in her eyes. Slowly I reached down and picked up the remote, blew her a kiss and shut off the TV sending us both into darkness. From the other side of the glass I distinctly heard “Damn it Michael” as I walked away to clean up. I did not look back. I simply went to the bathroom to clean up and then climbed into bed. I did not look at any window and I did not check any of the text messages I heard coming into my phone that I left on the couch. I just laughed and went to sleep.
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The next morning I got up as usual and grabbed my phone. While my coffee maker poured me a cup I thumbed through all four of them.
“You really should let me in so I can clean you up.”
“You left your phone on the couch???”
“That was cruel.”
“Fun but cruel. Fine.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Those were the only texts I had form her until late that night when she asked me to join her at one of the local bars for a drink. Bar may be a bit of a stretch. Hole in the wall is probably a better description. No one is their right mind would call the Silver Saddle a bar. Its only advantage was its reputation for making strong drinks. It took me all of about 15 minutes to get there. Belinda was sitting at the end of the bar surprisingly alone. The only other people there were the bartender, a couple of cowboys with their girlfriends playing pool at one of two poorly lit tables and a guy trying to balance his beer on a Galaga machine so he could fish out a quarter from his pocket. The Eagles was playing on a CD Boombox behind the bar.
I ordered a Stoli tonic (I’m pretty sure I saw the bartender dust off the cap) and headed for Belinda. She was wearing a tight short red dress. Not something you would wear to a bar on a casual basis. Her purse was on the bar and red high heels on the floor. The drink in front of her was almost empty so I motioned to the bartender to get her another. I fished a $20 out of my wallet and dropped it on the bar next to her. She looked up with a big smile and leaned over for a hug which I gratefully returned.
“You were great last night” she purred in my ear followed by a hard slap across my face. “You dick! You should have let me in! I can’t believe you did that to me!”
“You dissevered it after what you did to me.”
The bartender set our drinks down. I thanked him and downed almost the entire drink. He took the $20 and walked away.
I continued, “besides, I did nothing more to you than you did to me.”
“I know but I didn’t think you would do it back to me!!! I was sure you would let me in.”
“You enjoyed yourself didn’t you?” I asked. She just smiled at me. “So been a voyeur long?”
“Im not that drunk to answer that yet,” she replied.
The bartender returned with another drink for me and a $5. “Ah were going to need a couple of shots of tequila it looks like. I fished out another $20 and dropped it on the bar.
“Each?” he asked.
I laughed. “Sure, what the hell.”
The bartender grabbed a couple of lowball glasses and poured two fingers of Jose in both. I looked at him and said “I like this place.”
He took the $20 and said “So do I,” before walking off to the cash register.
Belinda looked at the glass, “Are you trying to kill me?”
“The bartender may be trying to kill both of us.” I picked up the glass and slammed it down. I had to steal a lime wedge from his bar buddy. Those two huge swallows were burning. Belinda had no problem and waved off the lime. The bartender grabbed the bottle of Jose and started over. “Give us five minutes to make sure we survive the first one okay?” He just nodded, set the bottle down and started wiping down the bar.
I turned back to Belinda. “So, how long have you been a voyeur?”
She blushed a little. Maybe it was the tequila
.. “Fine, not until you moved in okay. John was always drunk and it had been a long long LONG time since we had sex. I saw you out doing yard work one day and I happened to be particularly frustrated so I watched you for a while.”
“You watched me?”
“Okay I didn’t just watch you.”
Apparently the five minutes had passed and I was too distracted by Belinda because the glasses had tequila in them again and my change was gone. Still no limes. I looked at the bartender and he just shrugged.
“What do we drink to?” She didn’t wait. The tequila was gone in an instant. She set the glass on the bar upside down.
“You turn the glass over so he knows not to refill it.”
Glad she told me that earlier. I tossed the tequila back and flipped the glass when I set it down.
She looked at me. “I want you to take me to your home and fuck me like one of your other girlfriends and we need to do it now before the tequila hits and we can’t drive.”
I stood, pulled out my wallet and looked at the bartender questioningly.
“You’re good” he said so I pulled out a $10 for him and dropped it on the bar, picked up her shoes and purse and put my arm around Belinda. Out the door we went and over to her car.
“Follow me to my house and wait for me,” said Belinda.
“Sure but
..”
“Just follow me.”
Five minutes later she parked her car behind her house and motioned me to wait. I watched her run inside and sat there for what seemed like forever as the tequila buzz intensified until she came back out. She had definite problems keeping it straight even though she is barefoot. She yanked the door open and jumped in slamming it behind her.
“God I’m drunk!” she laughed before grabbing me and placing a deep kiss on my. Our tongues met and danced together for a minute before she leaned back. “Come on lets go and take us around the block before you bring me to your house.”
I was barely 20’ away before she was ripping open my jeans and pulling my cock out. There was no tender kissing the head or licking the shaft or jerking it off. My hard cock went straight into her mouth and throat. Her lips were at my balls in seconds. She held herself there for several seconds. I could feel her shift positions by the way my cock moved in her throat. Her gag reflex was trying to kick in and she was resisting it. Another 20 seconds later she came up with a gasp for air. Her lips were shining and drool had accumulated at the corners of her mouth.
“I want you to take me in your house and fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. I want you to fuck me on your dining room table and I don’t want you to hold anything back do you understand?”
I took my fingers and weaved them in her hair and pushed her back into my lap. She took the queue and took me in her mouth and throat again. This time I began to thrust. Her gag reflex kept trying to kick in but she made no effort to pull back or push herself off of me. I rounded the last corner and pulled up in stopped in front of my house and pulled her head up. She came up gasping and eyes watering.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Just like fucking that!”
I buttoned up my pants and pulled her from the car and led her inside my house shutting the door behind us. Belinda walked into the dining room and stood there looking out the window at her house. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her. My hands drifting over her body until they came to rest on her hips. I used my fingers to scrunch up enough fabric of her dress to get a good hold and then pulled it up over her head and off her body. She was left standing in just a black lacey bra, no panties. Returning to my position behind her, I ran my fingers into her hair and put my lips to her neck. My free hand ran down her body and found the wet lips of her shaved pussy. She tried to reach around me but as soon as she found cock, I stepped back and took her hands.
“No. You don’t get to touch” I told her.
I led Belinda the few steps to the table edge and moved a chair out of the way before setting her on top and pushing her legs wide open, whispering to her to keep herself busy while I take off my clothes. She smiled while I stepped back. She used her fingers to spread her lips open before sliding two fingers inside of her. She leaned back resting on one elbow never breaking eye contact as I slowly took off my clothes. There was no reason to rush to this sex starved exhibitionist. A small puddle was forming underneath her as her fingers worked in and out of her. Naked, I walked over slowly to her and dropped to one knee putting me perfectly level with what I so badly wanted to taste. I ran my tongue up the side of her lips and took full control of her clit before removing her fingers and replacing them with my own. She began arching her back with each breath, exhaling as a moan. It took only minutes to send her into her first orgasm which I was very pleased to discover became extremely loud when I locked my lips over her clit and applied a little suction and increased tongue pressure while she shook and screamed.
Keeping my fingers in her and parting them slightly I stood and slid my hard cock into her slowly. She shut her eyes and arched her back at the slow intrusion. I removed my fingers leaving all cock and quickly slid the rest of my shaft inside of her, balls deep, causing her eyes to shoot open and taking the air from her lungs. She sat fully up and kissed me deeply tasting herself on my lips, a taste she is surely familiar with I’m sure. I reached around and unclasped her bra, peeling her arms away from me so I can get the straps off of her. I tossed it over by the dress.
She hissed, “fuck me its been too long since I’ve had a cock in me
.. fuck me
.. hard”
I began to thrust harder and quicker taking my cock as deep as I could with each long stroke into her. If she wanted fucked hard and dominated who was I to say no? Our skin was slapping together rhythmically as she kneaded her own breasts, pinching and pulling up on her nipples. I didn’t have to wait long for her second orgasm. The quickness of its onset surprised even her. While her walls clamped down on my cock she squeaked out a scream. It was almost enough to send me over the edge but I wanted more. As soon as her orgasm stopped I pulled her off the table, spun her around, bent her over and slammed my cock back into her.
“Give me your arms,” I said.
She obliged by bringing her arms up behind her like she was about to be handcuffed. Something I noted for future reference; bring handcuffs. I put both the thumbs together in my right hand and raised her arms up forcing her to keep her chest flat on the table while I continued fucking her. The motion caused the table to sway in time with the thrust. On one hand I didn’t want to break my table but on the other hand she felt too wonderful inside to stop and it had been way too long since she had been fucked good. Her panting, moaning combination was increasing with pitch and volume. I let go of her arms which she quickly used to grasp the table edges. Not missing a beat I raised her left leg up and placed it on the table and keeping my arm on the table to give her added help. This opened her up wide allowing the tip of my thrusting cock to bottom out inside her. She was so wet from her orgasms that each time I pulled my cock out in preparation of thrusting back in, some of her own juices leaked out and were dripping down our legs. This was better than I hoped for. I worked up some saliva and let it drip from my mouth onto her asshole. Using my thumb I rubbed it around, causing a sensation she really liked, and then slipped my thumb in with little effort. I continued fucking her while I worked my thumb around watching her for any show of resistance. When it became evident that there was none, I slipped my cock out, repositioned and began to slide it in her ass. I had more than enough lubrication provided by her pussy to easily plunge my cock into her ass. She gripped the table edges fiercely as her moans turned into a high pitch squeal. Once I was all the way in I had no problem picking up the stroke and penetrating her ass fully. I rode her ass for all its worth; hard and fast. She loved every second of it. That familiar pressure was beginning to build. I wasn’t going to last much longer so in one stroke I slid out of her ass and all the way into her pussy slamming home the last two inched as I erupted deep and aggressively within her sending her into a final loud orgasm which, for her, ended up in blackness as she passed out. Her body limp I felt the final few spurts of my cum milked from my cock.
Panting I stood there regaining my composure before letting my semi-hard cock slip out from within their walls. She was completely unconscious. I lifted her and carried her into my bedroom and lay her softly onto my bed. I stood, shakily from the sex. The effects of the tequila were fucked out of me. Gazing down I admired her beauty. Perfect tanned skin, nice curves and toned muscles. I wanted much more of this beauty but am not the kind of guy to fuck someone who is passed out. It will have to wait. I opened up my nightstand and took out two items. The light blanket I used to cover her up so she stays warm. The handcuffs are to keep her close in case she wants to play in the morning. I locked one wrist to the headboard before climbing up and lying down next to her.

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Chapter 8: Into the Deep End (Nancy Series)

This is more of a transition piece and afterwards, Nancy becomes much more sexually engaged with others, including her brother-in-law. If you’re looking for raw sex, this isn’t the chapter for you, but if you want romance and character development, please read on