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Family Affair – ch 3

So, there I was, sitting at the breakfast table naked, as Mom had requested, eating my cereal. With her mug of coffee, Mom came and sat down at the table. As she stepped to the table, her cotton house dress did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her tits swaying as she took the few steps to the table. When she sat down opposite me the its top, with the first three buttons undone, gaped open to reveal a glimpse of her tits as they hung there, invitingly. Just seeing that sight made me begin to engorge and I could feel my penis rise off of the chair seat.
“What are your plans for today, Mom?” I asked.
“Oh, not much. I need to go out for a bit, and I think your aunt is coming by after lunch,” she replied.
“So I should get dressed before she comes over?” I asked.
“No, I doubt that’s necessary. She changed your diapers and bathed you many a time when you were little,” Mom corrected. “When she calls, I’ll check with her to make sure it’s not a problem, though, OK?”
“Sure,” I replied.
“Do you mind going without clothes?” Mom asked.
“No, not really. I’m beginning to enjoy it,” I answered a I stood up from the table. Mom’s eyes stopped at my partial erection.
“Oh, I see you are,” she chuckled. Finished with my cereal, I rinsed the bowl out, put it in the dishwasher, and headed dwonstairs to the den to watch some TV. Later I heard Mom call, “I’ll be back in a little while.” Sitting there thinking about things, I began to get another erection.
It just popped up suddenly and I figured, “What the hell, might as well enjoy it,” as I wrapped my fist around it and began to slowly stroke it, planning for a nice, unhurried, leisurely wank as I watched mental images of Valerie, Denise, and Becky forcing me to eat them to orgasm the previous night. Looking back on it, they didn’t have to force me, “I’d have done it willingly,” I thought.
Sitting there totally absorbed in my wank, I apparently didn’t even hear my sister Becky come down the steps and she walked in on me in midstroke. “Enjoying yourself, Joey?” she asked with more than a little sarcasm in her voice. “Do you just sit around naked now beating your meat whenever?”
“Mom told me not to dress, just to stay naked. It’s kinda’ nice. Maybe you should try it,” I replied.
“Not today,” Becky replied, “Maybe some other time.” Coming over to sit next to me on the couch, she asked, “Didn’t you get enough of that last night?” Though I’d stopped stroking, my fist was still wrapped around my penis.
“Actually, I was thinking about you and your friends sitting on my face. That’s what got me going,” I replied, matter of factly. She stood up, pulled down her shorts and panties together and kicked them off.
“You mean like this?” she asked as she swiveled her hips around, showing off her neatly trimmed, dark brown bush. I hadn’t noticed it the night before in the dim light but she had it trimmed into a perfect ‘V’ pointing the way to her pussy like a road sign arrow might point you toward an entry ramp. Staring at that, about two feet from my face, sent me right over the top. Feeling my testicles tighten and my penis begin to pulse, I shot two healthy ropes of splooge onto my lower chest followed by a couple of smaller spurt that landed on my abdomen and some final dribbles on my hand as I continued to stroke slowly. “Feel better?” Beckie asked as I stood up to go into the bathroom to wipe myself off. When I returned to the den I found Becky lying naked on the couch, her shorts, shirt, and bra in a little heap on the floor. “If you liked eating us so much last night, maybe you’d like some more?” she asked. “Watching you beat off made me want it, too.” As I went to sit down, she dropped one foot to the floor while draping her other leg up on the back of the couch. “You want to eat some more pussy, Joey?” she asked. Up off the seat of the couch, I kneeled down on the floor and Becky put both legs around my neck, a thigh on each shoulder as she swiveled her body to offer up that perfect ‘V’ marking her target to me. I looked up at her and saw a funny little grin on her face. Her tits, which took after Mom’s, flattened on her chest, each sagging slightly toward its side of her rib cage, a large areola floating, jiggling in the middle of each mound topped by nipples standing at the alert. I was getting hard again already.
Diving into her neat little brown muff with my nose, I began searching with my tongue, finding her lips, licking each one from front to back. Becky moaned very softly, under her breath to herself and I drove on, probing between her lips with my tongue, deeper and deeper with each trip from front to back, back to front, until it reached as deeply as it could into her warm, wet pussy. Using the leverage of her thighs on my shoulders, she was beginning to thrust her hips into my face as I licked. Searching forward I found her clit, circling it with my tongue repeatedly before wrapping my lips around it to suck on it gently. It seemed to get harder, larger between my lips as I sucked it, tongued it. Now she was moaning but there was nothing soft or under her breath about her moans. She began to buck her hips, shoving her pussy into my mouth so hard repeatedly that I had difficulty keeping my lips on her clit. Shaking suddenly then stiffening, she moaned loudly and crashed through her orgasm. I stopped sucking and just continued to lick her pussy gently until she came to an end. “Oh damn, Joey.” she said as she swung her legs off my shoulders and put her feet on the floor on either side of me. “Stick that damn dick of yours in me, now!” she demanded. I raised myself up on my knees to reach that wet entry and slipped my penis inside. Sliding in easily, I began to thrust slowly but she reached and grabbed my ass in both hands urging me faster. Harder, I hammered her as she pulled on my ass with each stroke, slamming me into her. I could feel my testicles slapping the front of the couch cushion beneath her ass with each pounding of my penis into her pussy.
Nearing my peak I groaned, “I’m gonna’ cum.”
“Do it, do it,” was Becky’s reply and I complied, rushing headlong into a sweet orgasm, plunging as far as I could into her, stopping there as felt my penis pulse, ejecting its full load deeply within my sister. Shaking and trembling as I did, I felt Becky cum again, her pussy alternately tightening and loosening its grip on my penis, feeling like it was milking me dry.
“Rebecca, Joseph. What the hell are you doing?” I heard Mom yell behind me as I finished my orgasm. Jumping, I stood up, my still mostly erect penis flopping out of Becky’s cunt as I did.
Still lying back on the couch Becky calmly replied, “Nothing any different than what you and Joey were doing last night, I guess, Mom,” with more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Looking at her I saw defiance in her eyes and my cum beginning to leak from her pussy. Mom simply turned on her heels and stomped up the steps. “She’s just jealous she doesn’t have her ‘little boy’ to herself,” she told me as she got up off the couch and headed into the bathroom. Back from the bathroom, Becky picked up her clothes and walked out of the den and up the steps. As I stood in the bathroom, milking the last of the semen from my penis I heard their loud voices as Becky and Mom argued upstairs. Unfortunately, they weren’t loud enough for me to understand what they were saying. As I went into my room and pulled on a pair of shorts, the yelling upstairs faded and I could no longer hear them at all. I went up and out onto the carport, sitting in a lawn chair and watching the clouds scudder across the late-morning summer sky, wondering where this all was headed now.
I sat there until Mom came to the door and called to me, “Joey, come on in for some lunch.” I got up out of the chair and headed into the house. When I’d come into the kitchen, Mom looked down at my shorts and said, “I thought we agreed that you’d stay naked today.”
“Oh, okay. I figured after before, you might have changed your mind about that,” I told her.
“No, not at all,” she replied. So I pulled my shorts down, kicked them off, and stood back up straight.
“There, how’s that?” I asked.
“Just fine, honey,” Mom replied. “Now sit down and eat your lunch.” While I was sitting there naked eating my sandwich Becky came down from her bedroom and into the kitchen. She was wearing a very short pair of cutoff jeans shorts and a button front shirt with only a couple of buttons about midway down buttoned and the tail of the shirt tied up high, just under her tits which were obviously unrestrained. Sitting down opposite me at the table the top of her shirt gaped open and I caught her giving me a funny look with a slight grin on her face. I could feel my penis engorge slightly as it rose from the cool wood of the chair seat. Mom sat down at the table and told us, “Your Aunt May should be along any time now. You two see if you can behave while she’s here.”
“Sure, Mom,” we both said, almost in unison. When I’d finished eating, I took my plate and glass to the sink, semi-erect penis waving back and forth in unison to my steps. I was truly enjoying this being naked around the house now. Finished at the sink, I trotted down the stairs to the den, penis and testicles flopping around as I did. In the den I sat down with a book I’d been trying to read to make an attempt to plow through another chapter. Soon after, Becky came into the den with a magazine and flopped down on the couch opposite me to begin thumbing through the pages.
“What did Mom say, before I mean?” I asked her.
“Just a lot of bullshit about how ‘it wasn’t right’ but I just threw that right back at her until she gave up,” she replied. With her legs propped up on the coffee table in front of the couch it made it pretty obvious she wasn’t wearing any panties under those short short cutoffs. “Mom wants you to stay naked when Aunt May comes?” she asked.
“Yeah. I don’t mind, though. I’ve gotten so I’m enjoying it,” I replied.
“Maybe I’ll join you then,” Becky told me. We sat there reading until we heard the doorbell upstairs. Aunt May had arrived and we heard Mom welcome her in. Becky stood up untying the tail of her shirt as she did. Two buttons undone and she shcked it off her shoulders and down her arms to drop it on the cushion at the end of the couch. Her tits, swayed as she moved to unbutton and unzip her cutoffs then hung away from her body as she leaned over to pull her legs out of them one at a time. Those tits swinging like that brought me to an immediate erection, penis standing at attention, up near my abdomen. Undressed and natural again, Becky sat back down on the couch and started flipping through her magazine as Mom and Aunt May came into the den.
I could see Aunt May look at each of us as Mom explained, “I can’t seem to keep clothes on them now. They just want to be this way around the house.”
May just laughed and said something like, “Well, I guess it’s no big deal. It’s all in the family, right.” I could see Aunt May’s eyes focus on my erection, standing there saluting the world.
I chuckled to myself as I thought, “She has no idea of what’s all in the family.”

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Gabby 2

Gabby 2
I woke up, still naked from the night before, and headed over to my brothers room. He was still sound asleep, though I could see his cock tenting the sheets. I walked over and sat lightly on the edge of his bed and started rubbing him. He moaned softly and shifted, but didn’t wake up. I wrapped my hand around it a bit more and stroked harder. An “oh yeah,” escaped his lips and his eyes fluttered open.
He looked at me and smiled. “Whatcha doin?” he asked, eying my naked body.
“Being a good girl,” I answered, sliding the covers down his body. Soon they revealed that, unlike me, he had not slept naked. His cock caused his boxers to protrude greatly from his body. I began rubbing it once more, but he sat up, pulling his cock out of reach. I looked at him and frowned.
“Aw, what’s wrong,” he said in mock sympathy, sliding his boxers down so they just barely covered his cock.
“I want to do what I did yesterday,” I told him, “I want to put it in my mouth.”
“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he said smiling, interlacing his hands behind his head while his cock sat there beneath his boxers, yearning to be touched.
“Please can I suck your cock?” I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.
He laughed, “ah, ah, ah, you didn’t call me sir. Get on your knees.” I slid off the bed and onto the floor, resting my palms on my thighs, thinking he was finally going to give in. “Now I want you to beg for it. Oh, and spread your legs a bit further apart and put your hands on your head.”
I slid my knees outward, lowering my shaved and dripping pussy towards the ground then intertwined my fingers behind my head causing my breasts to rise. My nipples hardened in anticipation, and I took a minute to find the words. “Please sir, may I suck your cock?” He slid to the edge of the bed, closer to me, but still out of reach. I continued, “I would love to pleasure you again.” I meant every word of it. He stood and slid his boxers off, exposing his rock hard dick. I drooled in anticipation, but he sat back down.
“Continue,” he said.
“Please sir, I would love to swallow your…your…”
“Cum,” he finished for me.
“I would love to swallow your cum again sir.”
“Are you going to follow my rules?” he asked me.
“Yes sir.”
“All of them?”
“Yes sir.”
“What if I ask you to put all your clothes in my room, so you can wear them only when I say?” I immediately got up to do what he said, but he stopped me before I could leave. “I didn’t tell you it was ok to get up. You have a lot to learn about following rules.”
“Yes sir.”
“Now you may bring your clothes into my room.” I got up and left. One by one, I brought my dresser drawers into his room and stacked them neatly in front of his bed. “Dump them in my closet and put them back.”
One by one, I did as I was told. When I got to the last drawer, my underwear drawer, something made a jingling noise into the pile. “What was that?” he asked.
“I don’t know sir,” I replied, somewhat curious myself, before remembering just what I’d stashed away there.
“Go get it,” he said. It was a gift that a friend of mine had given me a few years back. Her dad was a cop and always on the go, so it wasn’t strange for me to go over to her house and see him in uniform often. Never one with much experience around police, I used to stare goggle-eyed at his badge and the things on his belt, so for my last birthday, she’d given me a pair of handcuffs.
I pulled them out of the pile and held them up to my brother. The keys were on a lanyard that was wrapped around one of the cuffs. “Interesting,” he said with an evil smile.
“Becky gave them to me,” I explained.
“Nice. Put them on.” I dropped the key in front of me and resumed my kneeling position. I maneuvered the cuffs around behind my back, like I’d always seen cops subdue criminals and ratcheted them into place around my wrists until I couldn’t slip my hands through. They weren’t regulation cuffs, but they didn’t have a safety on them. They were separated by a mere two lengths of chain providing quite the restraint.
He stared at my breasts which were now jutting forward slightly due to the position of my arms, beckoning wandering hands to touch. I stared at his cock, fantasizing about drooling on it, and sliding it between my lips.
“How good of a job do you think you did last night?” he asked, breaking my reverie.
“Um, pretty good…sir,” I answered, remembering the salty taste of his cum on my tongue.
“You couldn’t take it all,” he reminded me. I stayed silent. “Do you want me to train you to do a better job?” I nodded emphatically and grinned, relishing the thought of many more blowjobs. “Do you think you can learn?”
I thought about sucking him again, how I could only get just past halfway, and how hard it was to fit any more of him in my mouth. “Yes sir, I can try.”
“It won’t be easy, will it?” I shook my head hard, causing my breasts to jiggle. I noticed him staring again. “What do I get for my hard work?” I shrugged, difficult work with my hands bound, it made me jut my boobs out towards him more and made them bounce again. “Are you saying I get your boobs? He asked with a laugh. I started to shake my head, but then changed my mind and nodded, feeling my pussy tingle with arousal. “What else?” he asked.
“I’ll do all your chores for you, naked if you want, except when mom and dad are around.”
“Well that goes without saying,” he responded. “So you’ll be my slave then?” I just stared at him, not quite processing what he’d said. He started to slide his boxers back up his legs.
“No—I mean yes sir.”
“What?” he asked, pausing.
“I’ll be your slave,” I said quickly. “You’ll be my…slavemaster,” I said, searching for the right word.
He dropped his boxers again. “I definitely like the sound of that, slave.”
“Yes master,” I said trying the word out. It rolled nicely off my tongue. I looked towards the floor, then raised my eyes, inevitably landing them on his still hard cock.
“We’ll have to draw up a contract—“ he started then paused, noticing me still staring at him. “But we can do that later, I guess.”
“Please may I suck it master?” I asked hungrily. He nodded and sat down on the edge of his bed, beckoning me over with a finger. I crawled on my knees until I was kneeling between his legs. From here I could smell the erotic aroma of his cock and balls.
“You need to learn to deepthroat slave.” I nodded and took him in my mouth. Without my hands, it was a bit harder getting into a good rhythm for him. He took my head in his hands and guided me along. After a few minutes, his cock was nice and wet and I didn’t need his help, but his hands remained, guiding me down further and further. After four inches, his cock touched the back of my throat and I began to choke once more. I concentrated hard on not gagging as he brought me down further. After a little while, he’d coaxed another half inch out of me, but that meant I was still about two inches away.
Finally he held me so that just his head was in my mouth. I stared up at him. “This time, you’re going all the way, whether you like it or not.” I nodded at him, and he began to slowly guide me down. I soon felt the tip hit the back of my throat. I tried to straighten my windpipe and focus hard on not gagging. I felt it slide further down, pushing the folds of my throat apart. My eyes began to water, but I didn’t choke. After several seconds, he held me down with my nose touching his stomach and my chin hitting his balls. My eyes had watered badly to the point of barely being able to see, but I silently celebrated in my head at having taken him all the way.
He let go and let me work from then on, his dick now completely covered in my spit. I worked on going all the way down by myself. It took several tries, but after a while, I could take it all and only gag some of the time. After a half hour of practice, I could feel him getting closer to cumming. I worked my tongue over his head as fast as I could, but this time, as his dick was starting to stiffen, he pulled out of my mouth.
I was confused at what he was trying to do and recoiled slightly in shock as the first stream hit me in the face. I moved back close to him quickly and shut my eyes as he shot several more ropes of cum onto me. By the end of his orgasm he’d covered my face and gotten some on my neck, boobs and stomach and probably in my hair.
“That looks absolutely gorgeous,” he said of my cum covered face, prompting a smile from me. “Now, about your contract,” he said. I stayed there on my knees as he walked over to his desk and began typing after a few minutes, he printed it and handed it to me. It was simple and straightforward.
I, Gabby, hereby agree to be the slave of Tim, thus handing over sole possession of my body and my activities to him, fulfilling his any and every desire.
It had places for the both of us to sign. After reading it, I nodded. He put it back on the desk and signed it, then grabbed the keys to the cuffs. “Wait,” I blurted out. “Aren’t there supposed to be witnesses? In the movies whenever someone signs something there are always witnesses.”
“So what do you propose then, to make it more official,” he said. I just stared, I had no answer to that question. “I’ll call a friend,” he said. I nodded blankly.
He picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Hey, Justin, I need you to help me out with something, something with my sister. Just come over man.” My heart leapt in my chest. Justin was tall, tan and gorgeous, and I’d always had a crush on him. “Justin’s always telling me how hot you are for a 14 year old,” he said with a grin.
“Time for me to get cleaned up,” Tim said, grabbing some clothes and heading to the bathroom.
“What about me…master?” I asked him innocently.
He went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, and tossed it to me. I used it to wipe the cum off myself, and wrapped it around my body. It was small, I had to hold it to get it to stay up, and holding it as low as possible over my breasts, it just barely covered my butt. “Go downstairs and wait for the witness,” he told me.
I went into the living room and paced back and forth nervously. After a few minutes, the doorbell rang. I went over and opened it. It was Justin. He did a double take at seeing me in the skimpy towel, but recovered quickly to enough to stand there nonchalantly while trying not to stare. ‘Come on in and sit down,” I told him. “Tim’s in the shower, I just got out,” I told him, quickly shutting the door behind him and holding the towel closed by my breasts and pussy.
He walked in and sat at the dining room table, still staring. “Can I get something to drink?” he asked. I nodded and grabbed some spring water from the fridge. I reached up into the cupboards for a glass and heard him gasp behind me. Reaching upwards had caused the towel to come up. I grabbed both the glass and the water and carried them to the table while trying to keep my towel on. There was a line of skin down the middle of me where the ends came apart, but I didn’t think I’d revealed anything. I poured it for him and returned the water to the fridge.
He sat there drinking, trying to still look at me without having me notice. I walked over and, to his surprise, had a seat on his lap. The towel rode up as I sat down so my wet pussy was planted right on his hard cock. We both gasped at the same time, him in shock, and me at the sensation of it slightly parting my pussy lips. I started to slip, and shifted on him to get a better seat, in doing so pushing my pussy harder against his cock.
I started to grind against him, slowly at first, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but then threw caution to the wind in favor of pleasure. I held the towel over me with one hand, and braced myself against the table with the other while grinding him. I felt myself get very aroused, very quickly. Justin sat there, thrusting minutely as I gave him the lapdance. He put the glass down and slid his hands to my hips, guiding them forwards and back over his cock.
My hair started to fall into my face. I reached up to fix it, in doing so allowing the towel to fall. Before I could grab it, Justin had slid it to the floor. My hands raced from my hair to cover myself, but Justin’s got there first, firmly groping and massaging my breasts. I let out a long low moan and used both hands on the table for leverage. His large, warm hands, kneading my soft skin, pinching my nipples was all it took as I felt my kegel muscles tighten once more. This time the sensation blew away what I’d done in the shower, and I started to moan and scream. Justin’s hand flew to my mouth, keeping me quiet as I had my second orgasm.
As I wound down, he let his hand off my mouth. I sat there for a moment on his throbbing cock, trying to catch my breath. After a few minutes, I slid off him, wobbly kneed and grabbed the towel, again covering myself.
At that time, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I quickly did what I could to fix my hair, and sat down on another chair. Tim eyed me suspiciously and put the paper on the table. “I see you two have been having some fun,” he said. Justin started to stammer out excuses, but Tim cut him off. “It’s ok; it’s actually why you’re here.” Justin looked confused, but stayed silent. Tim slid the paper over, allowing Justin to read. His confusion grew to bewilderment, and a slight grin came across his lips.
“I’m…uh…not sure I should sign this,” he said uncomfortably.
“Please?” I asked him. Justin’s mouth moved silently as he tried to find more words. He looked surprised that I was the one to speak next. “I’ll return the favor you gave me,” I said, eyeing his cock and licking my lips. “If its ok,” I said glancing quickly to my brother. “A handjob?” he nodded and left to go back upstairs. A few seconds later we heard his bedroom door shut.
Justin and I stared at each other for a few seconds, before he pushed the contract in my direction and unzipped his pants. I readily signed it, and stood up, leaving the towel behind. With some difficulty, I slid his five and a half inch cock out through the slit in his boxers and pulled his track pants down enough so it hung free. I started stroking him slowly, intending to give him a nice long moment of pleasure, but after a few minutes, he was starting to moan and writhe.
I started going faster, prompting an increase in volume from him. When I thought he was about to blow, I held his cock on my cheek, and stroked him half with my hand, half with my face. He did not disappoint me as he shot a thick, white load all over my face. I smiled up at him, letting him enjoy the view for a few moments, before grabbing a box of tissues. I stood off to the side as I cleaned off his dick, giving him a few more moments to touch what he pleased. Once I’d wiped the last of it off my face, he slid his hands off my body and pulled up his pants.
“Thanks for letting me do that,” I told him.
“Let’s hope we can do it again,” he said with a grin, and left.
I went back upstairs and into my brother’s room. “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked me. I nodded. He smiled, “good. If you can get all the way down on my dick and stay there for a minute, I’ll give you a reward for being such a good girl.”
“And if not?” I asked him.
“Then I’ll punish you.”
I dropped to my knees, and crawled across the floor to him. He was sitting in his desk chair, wearing jeans, boxers and a T shirt. He slid his dick out through his fly, and I impaled my head on it. I worked down slowly, inch by inch until my nose touched his stomach. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw him grab a stop watch and start it. I focused on breathing through my nose, and not thinking about the intrusion in my throat. It seemed like an eternity before a minute passed, but I managed to keep from choking. I slid off his now wet dick with drool running down my chin and a big grin on my face.
“Good girl,” he said, tucking himself away. Before I knew what was happening, he’d grabbed me, hauled me to my feet and pinned me face down against his bed. I felt the cuffs lock into place. He hoisted me up onto the bed.
“Kneel, legs apart, breasts jutting out.” I did as he told me, wondering what he had in store. He grabbed a roll of gauze and wrapped it over my eyes, blinding me, and tied it off. A tingle ran through my body as I knelt there, exposed and cut off from the world.
He left me there to wonder what was going to happen for several moments. I thought I heard him leave the room, but I couldn’t be sure. Then, I jumped a mile as I felt his finger brush lightly across my pussy. He barely touched me, and it felt ten times better than grinding Justin.
“That’s your clit,” a disembodied voice jumped out at me. “I can use it to make you feel very, very good, or torture you horribly.” I jumped again as he touched me, harder this time, almost falling over. “Stay still,” he warned me. I flinched slightly less this time as his hand touched my pussy, and stayed there, massing my lips and clit. I moaned in ecstasy, I’d never felt anything this good. My own touch didn’t even compare.
I grinded against his hand as he massaged, working his way up to my clit and back down again, prompting a rise in my heartbeat each time he did so. Then, I felt It draw away. I whimpered disappointedly, only answered by the silent room.
All of a sudden, I was pushed, hard from behind. I screamed as I fell forward onto the bed. I scrambled to my knees once more, but his hand held my upper body down, pushing my face into the bed. I stayed in that position, ass up in the air, waiting for his next move. It came suddenly, and I almost fell forward once more with the shock. He slid a finger deep into my pussy from behind.
“Oh god,” I moaned as he thrusted it in and out, working my clit at the same time with the palm of his hand. Each time his hand hit my clit, I felt another orgasm draw nearer and nearer.
“What?” he asked, not understanding my mumble through the bed.
“Another finger please master,” I said, turning my head to the side so he could hear me. He responded by filling my tight pussy up with the next thrust. I opened my mouth wide, but no sound came out. He thrusted harder and faster, still working my clit.
“Oh god, I’m gonna! I’m gonna..” I screamed.
“Ask permission,” he demanded.
“Wha—“
“Ask permission to cum,” he answered.
“Please may I cum?” I rasped.
“No.”
“Oh shi—“ I started, the rest of it obscured by gasps and moans as he started paying special attention to my clit. “Please, please, please,” I begged, only able to manage one word.
“Yes you may,” I breathed a sigh of relief. “If you yell ‘I’m a slut,’ while you do.”
“I’m a slut, I’m a slut, I’m a fucking slut,” I barely had time to yell as another orgasm seized my body. From then on it was only unintelligible screams with the occasional distinguishable “slut,” thrown in. I spasmed on the bed as my pussy made every effort to break Tim’s fingers. After almost a minute, I lay in a tired, wet, sweaty, handcuffed heap on Tim’s bed. He removed the blindfold and let me rest for a while.
When I finally rolled over, I saw him walking back into the room. “You have laundry to do,” he told me, pointing to his sheets and a pile of clothes in the corner, then left, leaving me to struggle with the task while restrained.

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Welcome Home Honey

The prick cheated on me… My Husband Mike, of five years. I’ve had my suspicions for a few months now, but never any proof. That is, until, last Saturday night. He call’s it guys night. Would be an appropriate title if he were out fucking a guy instead of his secretary, Stacy. My name is Sarah, and my marriage with my husband has been pretty until this point. I had decided to bring him some leftovers from the latest dinner that he missed, because he just had to work late… again. As I pulled into the parking lot of his building, I noticed the steamy windows and not so gentle rocking motion of his car. It really wasn’t that hard to watch undetected. He seemed all too preoccupied by her eighteen-year-old pussy, thrusting itself on his cock, and I could hear their moans from across the lot.
I didn’t need to be next to the car to know that the sounds they made next, meant that he had shot his load and filled her pussy with his cum. Mike always shot a big load too. I’ll bet when she got off of him her pussy dripped his cum all over the back seat…
I left before they finished cleaning up. Now, to plan my revenge. I know his best friend James has always wanted to fuck me. I can tell by the way he checks me out when Mike isn’t looking, and I have to admit that I have, on occasion, dropped a thing or two in front of him just so I have to bend over to pick it up. I have always liked the idea of someone wanting me, knowing that they can’t have me. Teasing them purposely, knowing that they will be stroking their dicks later to the thought of me. James will do perfectly. I give him a call and tell him to come over for a few drinks before Mike gets home. He seems reluctant at first but agrees when I promise to make it worth his while.
I had changed as soon as I got home, and am now wearing the shortest skirt I own and a tight blouse unbuttoned almost all the way. I didn’t bother with panties or a bra; I am on a strict schedule. As I sit talking with James, I reveal to him what I witnessed earlier that night. He told me how sorry he was and wished there was something he could do to help.
“Oh there is something…”
“What?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“What?! I can’t do that!”
“Why not? I know you want to. I want to fuck you too, James.”
“But, Mike is my friend…”
“James, he cheated on me first. If you don’t fuck me then I will just go out and find someone else.”
I begin to run my hand over his already stiff dick, though his jeans.
“ Now James, I know you want to fuck me so why not let it happen?”
I slide off the couch and position myself between his legs, massaging his cock through the denim the whole time. He tries to close his legs but I force them open and quickly attack his zipper. Taking his nine-inch dick out as he gives in to what is happening. Mike’s dick is only six inches and I have no trouble deepthroating it, but I can tell that the manhood in front of me will be an overdue challenge. I begin to stroke it gently and tease the tip with my tongue. Moans of pleasure trickle out of him as I take his cock in my mouth and suck. I can taste the bit of pre-cum leaking from his dick as I suck on his hard-on and begin to rub on his balls. I can now feel my pussy getting wet as I feel him begin to thrust his cock to the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop. I think I’m gonna cum!”
I want to taste his cum so bad. As I feel his dick pulsate and begin to spray his thick load in my mouth, the front door opens and Mike walks in. Perfect timing. I continue to swallow every last drop of James’s warm cum and my husband stands in shock of what he sees. When I am done with James, I take his cock out of my mouth.
“Welcome home, honey.”
James, now noticing mike, slowly begins to pull his pants up.
“Sarah, what the fuck are you doing?
“No worse that what you did with Stacy earlier.”
“You saw that… How did you…”
“Never mind that you son of a bitch. Just get used to this because it is gonna be your payback until I feel that you are really sorry for what you did.”
“What?”
“Yep. And I will fuck anyone I want, whenever I want until then. And I might even make you watch. Starting tonight.”
I walk over to Mike and grab him by his tie and drag him to the chair facing the couch. I shove him down and tell him that if he wants me to stay with his cheating ass the he will do what I tell him. And I tell him to watch. I walk over to James who has his pants back up but not yet buttoned.
“We’re not done yet.”
I kneel, rip his jeans back down to his ankles and take his cock back in my mouth. I need it hard again, and it doesn’t take long to get there. I take my mouth off of his cock, stroke it lightly with my hand and look at mike.
“How does it feel, watching me stroke another man’s cock?”
I suck his dick for a while and just let mike watch. My pussy is dripping now. I take two fingers and probe my pussy as I suck James’s cock in front of my husband.
“Honey, Remember when you asked me to give you a rimjob and I said no?”
I lift James’s legs and flick my tongue over his ass hole and up to his balls.
“Is this what you wanted?”
My tongue exploring James until it reaches his hole and I begin to probe inside.
“Oh James, Your ass tastes good.”
My tongue goes as deep as it can as I savor his taste. But my pussy is burning and needs to be fucked, so I ease myself up from his ass and tell James to get up. I get down on my knees facing Mike and tell him to keep his eyes on me as James fucks me from behind. James kneels down behind me and my wet pussy is begging for him to enter.
“James, I want your hard cock so bad.”
James slides his manhood into me with no effort. Pounding away at my pussy, I can feel his dick stretching my walls.
“ Oh fuck me James, Fuck me! HARDER!”
“Oh it feels so good! Your dick is so fucking big! It feels so much better than my husband’s! Oh YES YES YEEEEEESSSSSSS! Oh I’m gonna CUM! Don’t stop fucking me!”
I can feel James’s cock begin to pulse. He is ready to cum too.
“Cum inside my pussy! I need your cum in my pussy, James! CUM WITH ME! IM CUUUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGGGG!”
And with that, a huge wave shot through my body making my arms buckle and my face fall to the floor as James shoots another huge load deep into my pussy. We both scream in pleasure as our climax slowly comes to an end. After a few seconds James pulls out of my wet cum drenched pussy. He puts his pants back on and heads for the door with his head hung in shame. I call to him…
“ See you tomorrow night, James.”
He says nothing as he heads out the door.
“As for you…”
I turn to look at my husband. I get up from the floor, James’s cum still dripping down my leg from my pussy.
“I think Ill give you the pleasure of cleaning me up.”
I pull him to the floor in front of me and present my red, worn, cumsoaked pussy to his mouth. And I look down at his jeans to see a large cumstain and his fully erect dick bulging in his pants…
To be Continued…

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Big Girl

Alex, a shy teenager, meets a heavy girl and the two of them quickly become very good friends!

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Kelly goes on vacation to a favorite family locale. There she rides the horses and finds she is attracted to a stud dressed like a convict. Later she experiences the pleasures of riding a strong horse under the guidance of another woman. Finishing in a needed experience of her dreams.

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Family Circus – Ch. 5

On Friday, school finished, we drove down to Dr. Vernon’s office after school. After checking in we waited in the reception area until the nurse called my name and we followed her back to an exam room. Mom handed her the paper with the entries on it which the nurse scanned over with some interest. She then turned to Mom and told her, “If you could wait out in the waiting room, I’d appreciate it. We shouldn’t be too long in here.”
Mom just said “Okay” and left the room.
The nurse told me, “Dr. Vernon has been called to the hospital for an emergency. She said that if it’s okay with you, I’m to collect the specimen. If not, you can make another appointment. What would you like to do?”
“I guess it’s fine if you do it, save me an extra trip over here,” I told her.
“One more question. We have a nursing student with us this week. Would it be okay with you if I let her learn by watching? It’s entirely up to you. If you’d be embarrassed or would rather not, that would be okay,” she asked.
I thought for a moment before answering, “After this past week, I think I’m beyond embarrassing. It’s okay with me.”
“Okay, that’s great,” she told me. “Please disrobe completely and put this gown on. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I took off my clothes, hanging them over the chair in the exam room then donned the silly robe before getting up on the exam table and lying back to relax. In a few minutes the nurse returned with a younger woman in tow. She introduced me to the student then began to explain what was going on. “Mr. Davis here came in a week ago after his genitals enlarged or swelled a great deal overnight. Doctor performed an exam including testicular, prostate, and a semen specimen for both volume and sperm count. Everything was negative for abnormalities except for his semen volume being on the very high end of the normal range. She advised Mr. Davis to masturbate at least daily, track his semen output for a week, then return here for another collection for lab analysis. Now, if you scan through the record he brought in, you’ll notice that even with multiple emissions each day, the volume of each emission remained very high.”
“Mr. Davis, I’m not sure what position Dr. Vernon used last week when collecting your output. Were you lying on your back?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Okay, well I’m going to use a different position, one I prefer when there are larger volumes involved. It makes it easier for me to collect the specimen safely. Okay?” she asked.
Wondering what she had in mind, I answered, “Sure. I assume you know what you’re doing.”
“Okay, yes I do. Now, let’s sit up, remove the gown and get it out of the way,” she directed. I sat up and when I did, my penis flopped down between my thighs from where it had been lying on my abdomen. At the same time, the nurse pulled my gown off, exposing me fully to the nursing student. I heard a just audible gasp from her when she saw me naked. “Now Mr. Davis, if you could roll over onto your knees. Yes that’s right. Now just bend over and rest your weight on your elbows and forearms. Yes, that’s it.” I was now on my knees and elbows on the exam table, ass up in the air, penis and testicles hanging down toward the table. To the student the nurse continued, “Now Christine, it’s time for the exam gloves, K-Y, and a specimen cup before we begin.”
I heard them behind me, donning gloves before they returned to my side. With the nurse by my left hip and the student looking over her shoulder, the nurse continued. “As you can see, this position exposes his penis entirely, free of obstruction and makes it easy to place the specimen properly in the cup which we can, for the time being, place here on the table for use when we need it. Now take note of how far his testicles hang down. You want to make sure you don’t bump into them with your hand or you’ll make it difficult for him to maintain an erection, making the whole procedure take longer.”
“Mr. Davis, you’re comfortable?” she asked me.
I had my head resting on the exam table and I mumbled, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
To the student, “Okay, if you could apply a fair amount of K-Y to my left palm, please. Yes, that’s good. We’ll begin with a slow stroking of his penis with my left hand.” I felt the cool K-Y as she grasped my penis near the glans and began to pull gently down on it, releasing her grip as she moved her hand back up each time. Continuing her stroke on my penis, she continued to the student, “Until he’s more fully erect, we’ll use a downward stroke only. Now, apply some K-Y to his anus and I’ll show you a technique that generally will speed things up a bit.” I felt the cool K-Y on my butt followed by her finger penetrating my rectum. “Is that uncomfortable, Mr. Davis?” she asked me as she worked her finger into my anus.
“I feel some pressure, but it’s not bad,” I told her.
“Good that’s normal,” she replied to me before continuing with the student. “Usually a bit of a prostate massage will improve the erection and shorten the time to orgasm.” She was correct. What she was doing felt like it was arousing and I felt my erection get firmer. When she felt me stiffen more in her hand, she began to stroke with longer strokes up and down while her finger was applying changing pressure in my anus. “I don’t know if you can tell, but he seems to have acieved full, or very nearly full erection and I’m stroking both up and down and longer now. It shouldn’t take very long now. Would you like to try it before he releases? It’s the best way to learn.”
I heard the student agree and the nurse told her, “Here, come over here. Load up with the K-Y and you can take over for me.” I felt hands change on me and a finger slide out of my anus to be replaced by another. The student’s strokes were tentative until the nurse corrected her. “More authority, Christine. You’re in charge.” The student’s strokes became more solid as her finger in my anus was alternately applying pressure and relaxing, driving me quickly to orgasm. “Mr. Davis, please let us know when you’re nearing release so we can position the specimen cup.” I nodded my head.
Within a couple of minutes, I blurted out, “I’m almost there.”
“Here, I’ll place the cup here, you remain steady with your stroking, and direct his semen into the cup,” the nurse told the student. I rushed over the top, spurting repeatedly before the orgasm subsided. “There, you did a good job, Christine,” the nurse congratulated the student. “You did, too, Mr. Davis,” she told me, “You can get dressed and I’ll be back in with your mother in a few minutes.”
I climbed down off the exam table feeling a little wrung out. Pulling on my boxers I arranged myself then pulled on my cargo pants, socks, and T-shirt. As I was tying my shoes the nurse returned with Mom. “As I told your mother, Mr. Davis, unless the doctor gets in touch with you after she reviews the information you brought in, there will be no need to continue the regimen she ordered last week,” the nurse told me. With a “have a nice day” she left the room.
On the way home Mom told me, “I’m almost disappointed that we’re done collecting the specimen. I was enjoying the time with you. I feel like I’m losing something here.”
I asked, “Well, what would you like to do about it. I liked it, too. I liked your touch. I liked being naked with you. Actually, do you think it would be okay if I spent more time around the house naked? It’s just more comfortable for me, especially now that I have to stuff all this in my pants.”
“I have no problem with it if Vickie doesn’t and I assume she won’t based on how close you two have apparently become,” Mom replied. “I’m not so sure how I feel about that either.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” I told her, “We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I’m not so sure, Bobby,” was all Mom said. Then she was quiet the rest of the way home.
Back home, I headed to my room and undressed, wanting to test Mom’s reaction to me being naked more. Lying on my bed I was thinking about our trip to our grandma’s house – Mom’s mother. Vickie and I spent a couple of weeks there each summer for as long as I could remember. Mom would be taking us over on Saturday morning. She’d return home on Sunday since she had to work the next week. While I was lying there Vickie walked in. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just thinking about the trip,” I told her.
“No, I mean why are you nude?” she pressed.
“Oh, I asked Mom if it was okay if I went naked more around the house. She said it was fine with her as long as it was okay with you. Well, okay with you?” I asked.
“Of course it is. Wonder how she’ll react to my doing the same thing. We’ll check it out,” she told me as she headed out of my room. In a few minutes, she returned naked. “Let’s go watch TV,” she said. We headed down the hall to the den where we plopped down on the couch and turned on the television. We were still sitting there naked when Mom walked in.
“What, you, too, Vickie?” she asked.
“Sure, why not? I enjoy the freedom. Try it, Mom. You’ll like it, too,” she replied.
“we’ll see,” Mom answered without much commitment in her voice as she left the den. Vickie and I looked at each other and laughed.
We sat watching TV until Mom called us for dinner. Heading into the kitchen we found Mom standing in the kitchen wearing just an apron. It was a bib apron and her tits splooged out each side of the bib. Time to sit down to the table, she removed the apron, hung it on the oven handle, and joined us naked at the table. “Is this what you want, me naked with you all the time?” she asked us.
“Sure, why not?” Vickie asked. “Doesn’t it feel nice. You have to admit it feels nicer than wearing clothes.”
“Yeah, maybe. I just need to get used to it, I guess,” Mom replied. “we’ll leave about seven o’clock in the morning to drive to Mother’s house. I want to get there early so I can return home tomorrow night rather than Sunday.”
“Okay, Mom,” I told her. “I’ll be ready.”
“Me, too,” Vickie chimed in.
After dinner Vickie and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen, all three of us laughing and joking about our nakedness together. It could become very natural, very quickly. Finished in the kitchen, Vickie and I returned to the den and the television. Sitting next to one another on the couch, I put my arm around Vickie’s shoulders. In return, she put her hand on my thigh. I felt my penis stir, lying on the couch between my thighs.
Soon Mom came in, still naked, and joined us. She sat down on my other side and patted my thigh. “There, how’s that? I’m getting used to it already,” she told us. With them so close on either side of me, my penis began to stir, first straightening itself then rising slightly off the seat cushion. Mom noticed it and commented, “It’s waking up?” as she moved her hand from my thigh and lightly wrapped her fingers around my hardening penis. “Does it need some release, Bobby?” She began to stroke gently, elicited more rise from it. “I think it does, don’t you, Vickie?” Vickie just giggled and agreed, suggesting that I stand up. Mom agreed with that suggestion and urged me to stand up in front of them.
Out voted on the matter, I stood up, facing them. Mom told Vickie, “Go get a paper cup from the kitchen.” Vickie got up and left returning in a few moments with a Dixie cup. Mom began to stroke my penis in earnest, using both hands as Vickie began to cup my testicles in her hand and lightly massage them with her fingertips.
Vickie told Mom, “I just love the way his balls hang and roll around in my hand.
“Yeah, I like that, too. But I just can’t keep my hands off this penis of his. I’m fascinated by it,” Mom replied. “I’ve never seen or touched anything like it before in my life.” I was pretty much ignoring their chatter as Mom stroked and Vickie fondled and I was becoming more and more aroused. Soon my legs were flexing involuntarily and I knew I was getting close. Mom stopped stroking with her left hand, continuing with just her right as she picked up the paper cup Vickie had set on the couch. I began to moan under my breath just before I peaked with an more audible groan. Mom raised the cup, aiming my penis into it just as I let go, penis pulsing in her hand, ropes of semen hitting the cup, Mom stroking more slowly the slowing to a stop along with the last few dribbles of cum. “There now, Bobby. Isn’t that better?” Mom asked.
“Oh yeah,” was about all I could manage to say as I sat back down on the couch. Mom set the paper cup on the end table and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m going to bed now so I’m ready for the drive tomorrow morning,” Mom said. “You two should probably do the same.”
“Yeah Mom,” we both echoed to her as she headed out of the den. Vickie and I sat there watching television for a few minutes before she quietly went down the hall and returned telling me, “Her vibrator is going. We won’t be seeing any more of her tonight.” With that she shoved me over on the couch and slid up my length until she was able lay a lip lock on me and probe for my tonsils with her tongue. As my penis engorged, it climbed from between my thighs to up between Vickie’s as she lay on top of me.
I broke off the kiss telling her, “Roll off me. Let me on top.” She rolled off me and I got up so she could lie down on the couch. I slipped on top of her and continued the deep kissing, my fully erect penis between our abdomens. “I want to kiss you all over,” I told her as I began to slide down her body leaving a trail of wet kisses as I went. Finding her breast, I kissed and licked all around the nipple before gently sucking as much as could of into my mouth. Switching breasts, I did the same on the other side before continuing my trip down her body. Tongue tracing a track down from her chest to navel, I probed her naval gently before continuing down to her neatly trimmed bush. I licked and kissed all around it before scooting down and working my shoulders under her thighs, reaching around them to take a tit in each hand as I began to lick around her pussy lips, tracing their shape repeatedly, each time pushing in slightly more until I was probing as deeply as I could the length of her lips from front to back. She was beginning to squirm under my touch and murmur softly.
She said “Oh damn” several times before stiffening up and squeezing my head between her thighs in a tight clinch. As she settled, I popped up and crawled back up to kiss her, our tongues probing each other’s mouth. I was between her thighs and Vickie reached down attempting to guide my penis into her pussy. I slipped back down a bit to help that effort then, as I felt it penetrate into the wet hotness of her passion, I gently advanced to slide in slowly without hurting her when I hit bottom. Gently I began to thrust, slowly letting it build. My immediate need to cum tempered by Mom jacking me off into the Dixie cup allowed me to prolong it, stroking slowly, bending down to suck on her breasts, kiss her cheeks, kiss her lips. We made love slowly and gently for a long time before I felt myself getting close to release and began to fuck faster, faster strokes until I felt my penis take over and begin to pulse semen into my sister. Stopping as deep as I could in her I felt her squeezing and releasing on my penis as its pulses faded and I collapsed on her. We kissed long and deep before rolling over onto our side, my penis still all the way in her as it began to soften. Lying there we continued to kiss until we fell asleep.

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“ONE PICTURE?”

“One Picture?”
By Blueheatt
___My daddy (Ben) and I ( Millie) had our ‘super secret‘. I was a real daddy’s girl and would do anything for him. I was his little spoiled brat, and we both liked it. I started doing little sexy things to get his attention. Mom (Lena) would get pissed and tell me to go get a bra on…or close your robe. Daddy would smile at me when she was not looking.
When mom was gone to grandma’s , like she did every weekend, …..oh my….
I loved to pull up my dress and ’pretend’ to be adjusting my panties in front of him. I would leave my bedroom and the bathroom doors always open and let him see me half naked. I always had him help me with any buttons and back zippers. I would ask him if this or that looked good on me, and hold them in front of me naked. I could tell by his breathing or the little tremble in his hands if it was turning him on….and it was…
I always pushed my small tits into him, and my pussy when we hugged, and held on to make them long hugs. I loved to feel him get a half a hardon and would wiggle my pussy across it. I would whisper in his ear something sexy like: (“..daddy, your aftershave makes me horny.”) , and (“…daddy, why does my vagina get wet sometimes?“)…then breath in his ear and kiss his neck.
I would take his hand and let it rub across my tits or ass as I walked away. I would lay on top of him every chance I got when mom was gone, even for 20 minutes.
Poor daddy didn’t stand a chance, but still no sex moves on me. I had to get him more turned on, because…. I was determined to try and have sex with my daddy….I wanted it so bad…
I fingered myself thinking about it. I had wonderful dreams about it and when mom stayed the night at grandma’s house….I would use my hair brush handle to simulate daddy’s cock in me at night. With my bedroom door open, I would moan so daddy could hear me as I would have a glorious orgasm….and say…”Oh Daddy”…
I could hear him and mom having sex sometimes. I envied her moaning so bad, getting to feel his cock in her. She could just damn well share,…. that’s all.
Daddy’s tortured thoughts….
My daughter Millie was getting to be a real handful. Her sexy tricks to get my attention were getting way out of hand. The wife Lena of course noticed and said she didn’t know what to do, so for me to ‘handle it’. She only was aware of the things Millie did when she was around. God, if she knew what Millie did when she was gone, she’d go crazy.
Mom Lena thought back….
I was glad I had never told Ben about how I grew up much. Millie was just like me. I went after my daddy too and…oh how I love the memories of that time… Daddy built me a big play house out back and we fucked in there all the time….so hot and exciting …and…that’s where I first had sex with a girl….equally hot and exciting. I just know Millie is going to have sex with Ben.
I wonder if I should tell Ben about my past, so he’ll be prepared for what I ‘just know’ is going to happen. I better break it to Ben easy about that first girl I had sex with ….,
it was my mom.
…yes it happens. If the public only knew what goes on behind closed doors, they would go into shock. I wasn’t the first girl to have this happen. I had talked to other girls who this had happened to. We compared notes, and every one of them said they enjoyed it.
My mom started fondling me as a teen and well one thing led to another. We enjoyed it and well…still do. Now….I fought the urges to fondle Millie. That sexy body of hers drives me wild at times. I wanted to keep Ben happy and so decided not to mess with Millie…but things began to change.
Millie started coming on to me recently. She was at that age when anything to do with sex, interested her, and I just couldn’t resist her sexual interest in me.
It started with her watching me undress and making comments about how she hoped her tits would grow to be a big as mine. She ask me something one afternoon when Ben was at work. I was naked and just out of the shower. She asked if she could touch my tits. I got a hot flash in my pussy and couldn’t say no. She took advantage of this and soon began to suck on my nipples. I couldn’t take that and carefully felt her tits in return. Soon I felt her feeling my bush and one of her fingers traced my wet slit. I went for it and now I found my hand fingering her slit. I said to her out of breath, that Ben must never know about this, and we slowly laid on our bed. Every afternoon after school we played with each others bodies. I just let it happen and we went further each time. We advanced and now got into a 69 position and found ourselves licking our pussy‘s until we both orgasmed. We were both in girl sex heaven.
We still had girl sex, but told me she wanted sex from Ben real bad. I told her I’ll just stay out of it, and let you guys ‘handle it’.
Ben pondered….
I had to find something to take Millie’s aim off of me and onto a boyfriend or something. She was already masturbating, I could hear her do it! She knew how to arouse me and I’m only a human male.
Secretly?…..I tried not to think about having sex with her…. I was losing that battle and fast. I found myself pretending I was fucking Millie when I had sex with the wife. Damn, it really enhanced our sex life. Millie was like a young version of Lena and I really got turned on by that. I even had wet dreams about fucking Millie while sleeping right next to the Lena. So far,…. Lena didn’t know it.
Millie…..
I had to find a way to have sex with my daddy.
The next event kinda started with him giving me a back rub one night. Mom was gone somewhere and I ‘claimed’ I couldn’t go to sleep. I really just wanted him to sit on my bed and be with me. His big warm hands rubbed my back so good, it made me real horny. I was on my tummy and slowly rolled over on my back. I was hoping he would rub my front. He rubbed my legs, arms and tummy but nothing else. I had tits now and I dreamed of him massaging them. I ask him to massage a spot just on the side of my one tit. He took one finger and rubbed where I pointed. (“No daddy, use your whole hand.”) I requested. He smiled and slowly started feeling my whole tit. I closed my eyes and gave out a ‘purr’ of satisfaction. I took my hand and felt my other tit just the way he was. Now I felt both my tits being felt up. I rolled toward him and said in my little spoiled brat voice…”Would you rub them both daddy…please?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I pulled my nightgown off my shoulders and laid on my back with my bare titties exposed. I was sure he would rub my titties.
Dad thought….
Damn she is so cute and I do love feeling those tits. I had a gut feeling where this was going to lead. I leaned over to her sweet face and whispered: (“…I’ll rub your titties if you do me a favor.”) (“…anything for you daddy.”) she replied. (“…I want to take a private picture of your beautiful body tomorrow, Ok?”) I said.
“Just one picture daddy?, she asked. I said ‘Yes’. “I don’t want anyone else to ever see it, ok daddy.” I assured her it would stay right here at home. At her school a picture of a girl naked went around, and the girl ended up leaving that school.
She reached up and started kissing me, but not like a daughter, but like very sexy girlfriend. I couldn’t, and didn’t, want to stop her. She had the power to make me very aroused, and she knew it. She wanted sex play from me and was very determined to get it. I hoped by taking a picture of her would satisfy her. I secretly wanted a picture of her to look at before having sex with Lena. I figured this would cool my urge to have hot sex with Millie.
Let’s just see if this works for me.
The next night Lena was gone for a few days visiting relatives. I got Millie to wear a long night gown, with no bra and no panties. She got all excited and did it. I took her in the den where my camera was set up. I had been a professional photographer and I had her pose in a chair. I had her take off her gown and put one leg up showing just a peek of her slit. I had her arch her back to show off her beautiful tits. She was loving this and was getting excited real fast. I put the camera right where I wanted it. She was breathing fast as I was too. I snapped the picture.
She was disappointed that, that was all, but couldn’t wait to see the picture. I said: “Come with me to the computer, and we’ll see it together. I removed the chip from the camera as she sat by me at the computer. She held my arm and watched as I got it all ready. I noticed she kept rubbing her pussy a little. I was all ready to show it.
The picture was hot showing her legs, that hot slit of hers, just peeking out and her tits with nipples showing over her arm. She came over and sat between my legs. She leaned back on me as I photo shopped every detail of it to perfection. I enhanced everything. I added hot make up on her eyes and her nipples looked harder now. Her slit now glowed with glistening moisture.
She grabbed my hand and put one finger down on her slit.
This was not…what I had in mind as she guided my finger into her pussy. She got hotter. She could feel my hardon on her butt and she wiggled back on it. She felt her own tits over and over. She was a hot girl in between my legs and apparently she wanted some kind of sexual satisfaction.
She was all hyper and turned on. “Oh daddy…. , that’s is a wonderful picture, when can we do more?, please soon.” she said out of breath. I said ’soon’ and got her up. I told her this picture was our ‘super secret’, ok? She wrapped her arms around me and pushed her pussy into my hardon and started rubbing her pussy on it. She kept it up and got faster.
I realized….she was going to make herself orgasm on me. My hardon was ready to burst thru my pants. She rubbed and rubbed and then her body jolted as she moaned and held on to me tight. Her legs began to go weak as she savored the action. She did slow grinds on my hardon, with little moans.
I was stunned at what had just happened as I was not prepared for this. She even went so far as to squeeze my hardon in my pants.
I picked her up and took her to her bed. I laid her down and kissed her forehead. She was still moaning with her eyes closed…..
I felt like I needed a drink to calm myself. Damn, she was exciting me to new highs.
Mom…..
Millie secretly just had to tell me about the ’picture session’ and how hot it turned out.
I thought…
…he never wanted to take a sexy picture of me…, but…hmmmmm…a picture of Millie in a sexy pose, oh yeah…I want to see it and get horny too. Millie took me to Ben’s computer and we watched it together one afternoon. It was awesome to me. He had posed her in the most sexy pose I could ever imagine. Her hot legs, young perky tits and her pussy was real hot looking. He had made her look like a very sexy model or movie star to me. I just stared at it and enjoyed my arousement that was building up.
I got real hot as Millie did too. Next thing we knew we were feeling each other up. We couldn’t wait to go in my bedroom and Millie was under my skirt, pulling my panties off. I headed for the floor and pulled her shorts and panties down and off , it was tongue orgasm time for us, in a desperate rush for the excitement.
We moaned and licked until we were fucking our tongues. Oh damn…. she’s so hot and her warm pussy tasted good. She knew just how to get me off and sucked on my clit, with her fingers on my G spot. I licked and finger fucked her hot pussy. We both moaned and bucked our pussy’s as super orgasms hit us. I almost blacked out with pleasure. Millie loved to feel my big tits and kept licking my wide open bush, making me twitch with her licks on my clit. We just lay there in our bliss…..
Ben…..
It was Friday night and Lena was in the shower getting ready to head out to her moms. I heard giggling. Lena and Millie both in the shower together?….I envied lucky Lena getting to see sexy Millie naked and wet in the shower…and a lot more…..
Narrator…..
Ben smiled to himself. You see Ben already knew about Lena and her mom having sex together. How?….the Limo driver Arthur. They went back many years and he was loyal to Ben. Ben owned a big company, and Arthur had been his personal family driver for years. He told Ben discreetly about Lena and her mom. They had had sex in the back of the limo. It had blacked out windows and a raised solid divider between them and Arthur…they thought.
They didn’t know about the tiny video camera back there, that Ben had installed for clients. Lena would tell Arthur to ’take a drive’ and then the sex would go wild between Lena and her mom. Ben and Arthur viewed the videos and chuckled about it. “..At least she ain’t cheating on you with no man!” Arthur and Ben laughed.
Ben pondered what to do next. He just knew his horny wife and daughter were having ’girl’ sex in the shower… at this very minute. He decided to make a bold move……
He got naked, went in the big master bathroom, open the shower door, and got in with them. The girls freaked!, and shrieked a loud scream. Ben ignored them and started taking a shower as usual…except…he had a huge hardon. The girls began to calm down and now giggled. “Daddy, you look hot.” Millie said. Lena was in shock and stammered. She tried to say something about…”Dear…your daughter is in here!…I….oh my god…you got an erection….she can see it…oh my god.” Ben still ignored them, but then, turned and smiled. “We can save water by all showering together, right?” The girls giggled and said: “Oh…right!”, then proceeded to give Ben the shower of a lifetime.
They both soaped him up and Millie went right for Ben’s hardon. Next they were both stroking his soapy hardon as they all began to have a standing hot soapy shower together. Ben felt both their wet soapy tits and they all started a grand kissing and feel up orgy.
Ben got to feel Millie’s tits and pussy along with Lena’s. The girls felt each other along with Ben. The girls got on their knees and took turns sucking on Ben, as he felt 4 of the best tits he had ever felt, ’together’. The girls were so hot they both tried to suck on Ben at the same time. His balls were being felt, Lena and Millie soaped up his ass and started sticking fingers in his ass…..they started jacking him faster.
Ben could take no more…He couldn’t hold it and started shooting cum, huge bursts of cum in both there mouths. Lena and Millie were fingering each other and both had orgasms deluxe. They moaned as Ben slowly sank to the floor in ecstasy. The feel ups continued as Ben now joined them in fingering their pussy’s….
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“Good morning Sir, and Miss Millie, how was your weekend?” Arthur said. Ben and Millie got in the back holding hands and both said “Great!”.
Ben said: “Arthur”…..….’take a drive’
Slowly up came the solid divider, (on came the video camera automatically) as Arthur said:
“Yesssss Sir!”

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