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Fantasy

Awakening pt. 5 (2)

After a couple of weeks at school Jess was starting to fit in. She’d made a few friends, and had become particularly close with Tyler’s ex.
Over the weeks I hadn’t exploited my powers as much but today, (after Jess’s request the night I’d had my fun with Hannah) I was planning on testing my limits.
Tyler’s ex was called Rebecca; she had wavy brown hair and blue-green eyes. Her angelic face was framed by her hair and her 34D boobs were incredible for her age and her body was the only one boys talked about when it came to girls.
Rebecca wasn’t a slut but she used her looks and, according to Jess, was a sure fire lesbian (or a Bi, at the very least), she just needed some encouraging.
That’s why Jess had signed up for netball practice and, I would be staying behind (invisibly of course,) to do a little encouraging,)
The lessons sped by and as the bell rang at three ‘o’clock I stepped into the boys toilets, flicked my switch, and stepped out to watch them practice.
At first, I was content to watch from the side of the yard they were on, but after a while I remembered my promise to jess, to let her know I was still there.
I floated up to the roof of the adjacent building, and picking my chance, I angled the ball someone had just thrown, and sent it flying into the Netball teacher’s face, it ricocheted with such force that it easily bounce up the side of the building and with a little encouragement, the ball managed to reach me and with a little flick a sent it spinning on the tip of the roof.
Some of the girls were pointing at their teacher, some had followed the balls path and jess was behind them all, trying to restrain her laughter. She struggled to wave at me but I got the message, I let the ball roll back down the roof and onto the court.
The teacher managed to carry on with the activities and I waited on the opposite yard as they walked down the slope towards the girls changing rooms.
I gently placed my hand in Jess’s to let her know I was still there but she kept a hold of it.
We walked down the yard and jess stopped, pretending to tie her lace, as she bent down I followed her and she whispered,
“You can come in if you want,” she muttered under her breath, grinning as she stood.
I kept a tight hold of her hand and followed her inside the forbidden area of school, where no boy had stood before.
I let go of her hand and settled myself into an empty corner of the room.
My gazed wandered lazily across the room examining each girl with a near expert eye, (with all the practice I was getting.)
First I examined the only twins in the school, both had auburn hair, long and tied behind them in a ponytail, they had both just relieved their bodies of the upper clothes and were both wearing white almost paper thin bras, with laces hanging from in front of where the tits would have been.
Second was Lucy, she was the most athletic person in the school and was taking part in the Y11’s cross country she was that good. She had a tight arse and small, but full breasts, she was hot in some ways but she treated a lot people around school like shit and I didn’t like her that much.
So, when she had unbuttoned her top to reveal her kinky black bra made of thin laced material, I wasted no time in popping the clip on her bra and sending it fluttering to the floor.
And, to my utter surprise she let it. The bra simply fell to the floor and she didn’t even attempt to stop it.
Instead she turned around and giving me a perfect view of her erect nipples she glanced around for something,
“Shit,” she groaned, “Had anyone got a spare clip, mines just friggin’ snapped?”
The girls around her said they hadn’t and she giggled, “Guess I’ll be going without then eh?” she grinned, her tits were seriously hard now and as she lowered her sport-skirt I saw a darker patch among the black material of her panties.
Watching seven girls strip around me was sending emergency messages to my cock, and in my invisible state I pulled out my cock and slowly started to massage my throbbing tool.
The other girls weren’t of much note. Not really any boobs of such, and simple full-panties, (Leaving pretty much everything to the imagination.)
Last dressed, and last out of the changing rooms were Jess and Rebecca.
Rebecca was still struggling with her bra and an almost naked Jess wandered across the room to help her.
“So why d’you split up with Ty?” she asked innocently undoing the twist in Rebecca’s strap.
“Oh, no reason, just got bored, y’know?” she sighed regretting something and jess poked for something more.
“Bored with what?” Jess asked grinning,
“Oh shut it you!” laughed Rebecca, sitting up straighter.
“So did he actually show you then?” Jess asked. I knew this was pretty painful for her, asking about the prick who’d tried to feel her, but she was putting on a brave face.
“No,” Rebecca sighed, “But I showed him, as a dare,” the grins returned on both girls faces.
“Really?” Jess asked, enticed, “Everything?”
“Noo,” grimaced Rebecca, “Just up top,” she sighed again,
“And . . .” Jess left it hanging,
“He didn’t seem that impressed,” Jess nearly choked,
“What!?” she coughed; “You’re kidding me right?” Jess was incredulous.
“No, he just kinda nodded,”
“O. M. G.” Said Jess slowly, “Your boobs are massive,” she finished untangling her friends bra and undid the clip, removing the bra and placing it on a bench.
“Look at them!” Jess cried, still behind Rebecca. “How could anyone not be impressed with that? Hell! I’m impressed with them!” Rebecca laughed,
“Really?” asked Rebecca shyly
“Are you kidding!? Porn stars would give a fortune for boobs like them!” they both laughed and jess sat down beside her friend, undoing her own bra.
Sat side by side jess looked down.
“Look, see. Your boobs are massive,” Jess said a final time.
“Yours aren’t the bad,” commented Rebecca, turning to get a proper look.
By now I had started pumping some seriously horny thoughts into her head and the two girls were sat very close together, with only their panties on.
“Really?” asked Jess drawing her friend on.
“Yeah, look,” Jess’s friend cupped her hands and held up both her breasts, “Look, nice and firm, not too big or too tiny, they’re great.”
Jess leaned into her friend, causing the pressure against her tits to increase, and cupping her hands under Rebecca’s boobs she looked into her friend’s eyes.
“I think you’re perfect,” said jess, leaning even more,
“I think you’re perfect too,” replied Rebecca closing the gap, their lips touching for a fleeting moment before jess snapped back.
“Not here, come back to my place.
Rebecca nodded and dressed, following her all the way back to the hostel.
I flew home and get back before them, I’d just settled myself on her desk when the door of Jess’s room flung inwards and the two giggling girls skipped in.
“You really think I’m perfect?” Rebecca asked, shyly.
“Of course I do!” Jess snuggled up to Rebecca and cupped her breasts again, “For god’s sake Becky, look at yourself, you’re beautiful.”
“Aaaaw . . . thanks Jess, you’ve been really nice to me since we met,” Rebecca pushed Jess back so she was lying on the bed, “And If I may say so, I think you’re perfect too.” The teenage girls giggled as they flirted with each other and Rebecca went to straddle Jess.
“So, Rebecca, you gonna show me your goods or what?” asked Jess, “So I can see if I was right or not,” she grinned,
“Of course,” nodded Rebecca slowly moving to unbutton her school shirt, “But you’ve gotta show me yours too,” she confirmed, hands stopping below her first button.
“I promise Becky,” Smiled Jess, “Now come on and get those buttons off!”
Rebecca wasted no time and soon her bare chested form had been pushed back and spread across Jess’s bed.
Jess sat beside her lying friend, grinning as her hand traced slow, lazy circles across her tummy and under her breasts,
“Oh Jess,” Rebecca moaned as the tingling began in her crotch, “Get a move on!” Jess leaned across her friend and placed a hesitant kiss on each nipple, looking up; Jess saw her friend nod her approval and carried on.
While gently pinching, tugging and twisting her friend’s right nipple, Jess set about twisting her tongue around her left.
Rebecca groaned as the tingling in her lower reaches increased, and Jess increased the speed of her administrations.
Flicking her tongue around and across Rebecca’s left tit, nibbling the odd occasion, and suckling gently; her free hand crept down towards her friend’s trousers and began to undo the clip.
Her right hand twisted and pulled the surrendered nipple with evermore pressure and speed.
As her friend opened her mouth to release another groan, Jess broke off her tit-teasing efforts and thrust her tongue into her friend’s mouth.
All other actions slowed to a halt as two best friends engaged in the most emotional kiss either of them had ever had.
Their tongues danced around each other as the two girls writhed around on the bed, kissing like no tomorrow.
Finally, after almost five minutes of rolling and kissing the girls fell apart and lay side by side on the bed.
“Becky?” said Jess, breaking the silence.
“Yes?”
“Y’know Tyler, did he ever, y’know touch you, down there like . . .?” Jess stuttered through the embarrassing question.
“No,” Rebecca answered, “Why?” she added, slowly.
“D’you want me to?” jess asked, sitting up and gazing into her friends eyes.
“What, like . . .” Rebecca stuck out her tongue slowly and wiggled it a bit.
Jess nodded, “Yeah, like that.”
“Mmm, I dunno,” Rebecca seemed hesitant and as I watch jess slowly stripped herself completely and began to do the same to her friend.
“Trust me, you’ll love it!”
“Oh, go on then!”
Jess finished stripping her friend and as she drove down on her friend’s innocent pussy I couldn’t help but admire her perfect round butt.
I watched in fascination as Jess ate out her friend. Tongue flicked over clit, labia and the shaved mound were her pubes would have been.
The tongue flickered across the surface of Rebecca’s sacred hole.
The speed of her flicks increased until Jess tongue was swiping across her friends opening furiously.
Suddenly, without warning, Jess dove deep into her friend’s cunt, licking and slurping she attempted to suck her dripping friend clean.
Jess’s unrelenting attention brought Rebecca to a climax outclassing any thoughts that she might ever have had of sexual pleasure.
Her juices flowed freely from her cunt and jess continued against hope to like clean her friend’s cunt.
“Oh, my, god!” panted Rebecca, “That was amazing!”
“Told y’ so,” said Jess smugly.
“But, I feel kinda guilty leaving you like this,”
“It’s okay, honest!” said jess leaning over her bed, “look,” as she opened her bedside drawer she revealed to both me and her friend a huge, veined, and battery powered 8 inch dildo.
“OH MY GOD JESS!”Rebecca gasped, almost screaming. “How do you get all that in?”
Jess just shrugged, “Practice, mostly,” she grinned, oh yeah, do you wanna got out with me?”
“What?”
“Do you, Rebecca, want to go out with me, Jess?” Rebecca paused for a moment,
“Wouldn’t that, like, make us lesbian?” Jess nearly choked right there.
She stopped for a second, then, looking down, Jess ran her tongue up along her friends still leaking cunt, over her belly button, up between her breasts, and stopped just below her chin,
“I dunno,” said Jess, “Are we lesbians?”
Rebecca laughed, then on a more serious tone, “But wont we get bullied ‘n’ stuff?”
“Nah,” my best friend, Ryan, he’ll K-O anyone who picks on us,”
Rebecca was silent for a moment, “Was he the guy that, head-butted Ty?” Jess laughed,
“Yeah, that’s him,”
Rebecca nodded,
“Okay them, I will go out with you, but lets take it easy, at school at least,” Jess nodded,
“Of course.”
I decided to leave them then, as they began to lick each other clean, and once again, I found myself staring across a grasy valley, down to a temple, and a shrine to Aphrodite.
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a man walks into a bar with an alligator on a leash and sits down to have a beer….after a few beers he realises he is out of money….so he stands up and says,”i bet anyone 500 dollars that i can put my dick in this gators mouth and close his mouth and then hit him in the head and my dick will be un marked when i pull it out”…so a man throws a 500 dollars down to see this….so the man drops his pants puts his dick in the gators mouth slammed it shut hits the alligator in the head with a bottle,pulls his dick out and it is un marked….the man says,”now i will pay anyone 400 dollars if they wanna try it”….a hush fell over everyone,then a woman stepped forward and said,”i will but u got to promise not to hit me in the head

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Fantasy

Money is Power (part 6)

Mindy finished in bathroom, yelled that she would be right back and was out the door. I’m supposed to be pretending I’m asleep.
Yeah, at this point in time it doesn’t make sense to me either.
Mindy and I are in Las Vegas. We are co-workers, and have been for more than a decade. Working in different departments we have had little contact in that time. I was very aware of Mindy and her sexy body. She knew me, but was never more than polite until just over a week ago.
It was then that Mindy came to visit me in my office with a problem. She needed $30,000 to repay money she had borrowed, without asking, from her church building fund. Her boyfriend, and co-homeowner, is the church treasurer and knows nothing about the “borrowing”. He also doesn’t know that Mindy gambled the money away in the Colorado casinos. I had recently come into enough money that I was quitting the company. I agreed to give her the 30 grand, if she would be my sex slave for the weekend. She was less than thrilled (pissed actually), but very desperate to keep her relationship and freedom. Desperation won out, and here we are.
Today is Saturday, late morning. Mindy was to have found a creative way to wake me up this AM, but she forgot. So, I just spent the last 20 minutes using my hand and a ping pong paddle to make sure her ass, and the rest of her, would not forget again. Towards the end of her spanking she convinced me to stop beating her very shapely ass; by saying she would find a creative way to wake me up, like she should have. My hard-on overruled me, and here I lay.
I’m not tired, as I had slept for 10 hours. I had already been up to pee. I am hungry. I am bored. My hard-on had dropped to Def Con 2, as the minutes have dragged by. Fantasizing about what is to come isn’t working.
You see, Mindy is 37 (10 years younger than I am), but could pass for 27. She has round, c-cup breasts, on a medium frame. Mindy’s tits have the most delicious looking erasure nipples this side of the Playboy mansion. In heels, her long, tanned, and gym-enhanced legs look to on forever, and her high, heart-shaped ass, causes men to get slapped back to eyes-forward whenever she walks by.
In the past 18 hours I have tapped that three times, including cuming in her ass twice, spanking her once, making out with her half naked in the elevator, using a vibrating egg to get her off in the restaurant downstairs, and made her run naked to our room. I’m pretty much living the fantasy.
I hear door open and think “Finally” and so does Bruno. He is instantly trying to peek up to see what she is up to. Mindy walks over, kisses me lightly on the cheek, and says
“Just a few more minutes, stud. I need to get ready.”
“Shit!” I think. I’m tired of waiting. My cock is suggesting that I just grab her, bend her over the bed, and fuck her as I knead her firm breasts. But, after three orgasms in 2/3 of a day, his appetite is more under control. So I just reply, with eyes closed and feinting sleep;
“This better be good. I am dying to bring out the riding crop.”
“It will be.” she says with a slight quiver, betraying the apprehension she has about her plan.
I hear her walk away, close the bathroom door, and then the shower comes on.
“Oh, hell no”. I’m thinking. “A few more minutes, my ass.”
I’m starting to work up a little anger, when an idea occurs to me. I should be videoing some of this action. I don’t why I didn’t think of this before. It’s all happened so fast. Plus as I have been violating every orifice of her body as fast as I could get it up; there hasn’t been a lot of blood in my brain.
But, now with a few clear minutes it hit me. After this is all said and done, Mindy and I are back on even terms. In theory she could try to make some sort of issue of what we are doing, later on. I mean I could too, but you never know who might have more to lose by then. Not to mention I am sure I would love to relive some of this fantasy when we get back home.
I jumped out of bed and grabbed my phone and iPod. Yes, I still have an iPod. I like it, and it has video capabilities. I figure I will get a couple of angles and zoom levels. It takes me about ten minutes to get everything set up. I finish about the time the shower stops. I was married for twenty five years, so I know that she isn’t done. But, I am surprised that it is only about five more minutes before I hear the door open, and Mindy walks out.
I had already gotten back into bed, with the covers to my waist. I’m facing out, eyes closed, on the side that faces the bathroom. My senses were on high alert, and so was my dick. We both had no idea what to expect, but we both had high hopes. I could feel Mindy put her weight onto the bed, in two spots. I assumed she was about to lean over me. That was confirmed when something lightly touched the top of my cheek, and left something behind. I was about to open my eyes, when Mindy whispered.
“Shhhhhh. Keep you eyes closed, baby. I have your breakfast ready. Just roll onto your back. Shhhhhhh”
I did as I was told, and I felt her slowly move the covers off my body, turning my tent into just a tent pole. She climbed on top, straddled me, and I felt her stop just short of my very hard cock, and then shift her weight forward.
“Open your eyes.” She said softly.
I did and there to greet me were Mindy’s beautiful, bare, breasts. The left one was dangling just an inch from my mouth, and both nipples were hidden by a dollop of whipped cream.
“Are you hungry, stud?” she asked in a sexy voice she had not used with me before.
I was and I licked the closest tit, while both of my hands rose to grab one each. I was careful not to disturb breakfast with my hands. I wanted all of that creamy goodness in my mouth. I licked again, and then rose up to engulf her hard, erect nipple into my mouth. The sweetness of the whipped cream, and the hardness of the nipple mixed together to produce a response that I almost could not control. Instead of the near reflexive biting down, I just lightly caressed it with my teeth. I felt her shiver slightly, and then I pulled back.
She guessed, correctly, that I wanted the other breast’s treat, and I went at this one with more gusto. I licked her nipple, hard, like a child with his ice cream. I took most of my own cream treat with the first swipe. I continued licking, this time around the edges, still catching her erect nub with my tongue. Both hands were now busy squeezing and kneading each breast, feeling their fullness and weight. With the whip cream gone from the second, I went back to the first to insure I had missed nothing, and enveloped that nipple again. Mindy moaned, just slightly under her breath.
“I’m still hungry” I said
Motioning to the bedside table, she said “There is plenty more. Do you want to me to do the honors?”
I didn’t answer her, as I leaned over to get the bowl of whipped cream. When I was back into position, she leaned closer allowing her firm melons to dangle closer to me. Rather than use the spoon, I decided to let gravity take care of it, and I dipped each nipple into the bowl and set it to the side.
This time I took as much breast, nipple and whip cream into my mouth as I could and sucked deeply. I drank in the sweet cream and felt the half inch nub glide over my tongue and lips as I swallowed. Then I greedily attacked it again, this time with the intent of suckling like a pig, while mauling her melon with my hand. Finishing, I turned to her other breast and with two aggressive licks I had most of the cream vanquished leaving the nipple bare for my next assault. Again I could not resist a long pull on Mindy’s ripe breast. Sucking on them, while also alternating between gentle squeezes and rigorous massages sent waves of pleasure that culminated in a cry for release from my groin.
But, as delicious as Mindy’s breast had been, I wanted to taste her lips and tongue. These did not need the flavor of whipped cream. Mindy’s may not have done a great job giving head, but I had found out that she could kiss. I intertwined one hand in her hair and pulled her down to meet me. She opened her mouth willingly and our tongues began to dance and play. My hands, unable to enjoy Mindy’s breasts in this position, caressed her back, hips, and one found her well reddened, and slightly swollen, backside and gave it a squeeze.
Mindy winced from the jab of pain, but did not break our embrace. My hands continued their travels all over her body, occasionally stopping to feel the heat of her ass and to give her butt cheeks a gentle massage. I really loved Mindy’s ass.
I reached down to try to guide Mindy onto my cock, but she broke our clench, leaned back to an upright position and asked with a pronounced pouty voice.
“Aren’t you still hungry? I made sure to get you a clean plate to eat from.”
I followed her eyes down to her now hairless pussy. That shower had not been a waste of time. As horny as I was, the thought of eating Mindy’s pussy full of whipped cream was irresistible. I reached for the bowl, as Mindy rolled over on to her back and spread her legs for me to take in the sight. And what a sight it was. The lips of her labia were swollen in anticipation and glistened with her own juices. The baldness of her pussy uncovered and enhanced her evident desire. It seemed to cry out, ‘My defenses are gone. Take me’. I moved over in between her legs and reached in with my head. I gave her clit a flick with my tongue. She jumped, and then moaned out.
“Eat me. Please eat my pussy. Do it now, please”
I dipped the spoon into the creamy fluff and came away with a nice measure. I hovered over my target and let gravity be my spatula. The cream oozed off and then landed with a silent plop right at the top of her pussy. I waited for just a second, as it started to slide, down and then used two fingers to smear it around her blood engorged pussy.
Then I began my tongue maneuvers between Mindy’s legs. I worked my tongue outside in, going around and around her opening. As my tongue filled with cream, I swallowed it and savored the combined sweetness of the whipped cream and the honey of Mindy’s own juice.
Mindy moaned in pleasure, and squirmed with anticipation.
“What do you want me to do?” I teased.
“God! Keep going! Eat my pussy! Lick up that cream!”
With the outside devoid of white, I made one pass starting just above her little rosebud, and licked right up the middle, ending with another flick of her clit. There was a long moan following that flick. I worked around the top of her pussy, avoiding the little pea, and driving her crazy with anticipatory pleasure. Then I licked each side of her lips, slowly, with just a bit more than the tip of my tongue cleaning all of the whipped cream away.
With this accomplished I began my probe on the inside of her pussy, pushing my tongue in as far as it would go. I began down at the bottom of her opening, and moving it in and out, trying to both gain depth and spread her apart with my mouth muscle. I slowly worked my way up to the top and began a direct assault on her pussy nub with my tongue.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she began to cry.
I did not stop, licking her clit directly, for just a moment and then focusing on the areas all around her little pea. Every few seconds, I would add a lick or a flick to her clit. Each time I was rewarded with an involuntary twitch or a moan. I went about bringing her anxiety level up and up, adding a little more attention to her nub, with each cycle. But it was when I put my clenched teeth on it and started to hum that pushed her over the edge and she cried out
Oh Jeez! Oh! Oh! I’m…….I’m cumming!
With that she clenched her legs around my head, and I got an idea of how she must have felt when I held my cock down her throat. I couldn’t breathe, but I wasn’t panicky. I was impressed by the duration of this orgasm. She released my head, and I crawled up between her legs, stopping to lick a stray wisp of cream from her glistening stomach and getting side tracked long enough for a little nipple play. Then I was lying on top of her, face to face.
“I’m full. But, you look hungry to me.” I said.
She grinned, and as I rolled off her, she rolled off the bed, grabbed the bowl, and moved to the bottom of the bed to approach my very erect rod from that angle. Mindy decided to take an aggressive approach. She swooped her hand into the whipped cream, and grabbed my cock with that hand, in one motion. The white sweetness went everywhere, including my balls. She moved her sticky hand down around to cup them for a fast second and then began her own oral assault.
With a light grip established she leaned and took me into her mouth to just past the head. She wrapped the underside of my organ with her tongue, and then slid slowly down, like Bruno was a cherry popsicle. She kept going down until I touched the back of her throat. I felt her swallow the accumulated whipped cream. Then she began to lick the underside of my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure each time her warm touch caressed my member. She withdrew completely and turned her attention to my balls, where she tried to clean up all of the white mess that she had made. I squirmed with arousal, wanting her to take me back into her mouth. I waited only a few seconds longer before directing her back to my cock, where she took me at once.
Once I was inside her mouth, Mindy began to slide my cock in and out while maintaining both suction and her tongue on the underside of it. The up and down motion combined with Mindy’s tongue sliding up and down the underside of me, felt incredible. I was starting to lightly thrust, and had Mindy’s hair in one hand. My other was fondling one of Mindy’s hanging breasts, alternating between kneading her melon, and rolling her erect little erasure. I was beginning to lose it.
Mindy felt me start to tense, and grabbed the base of my cock. She squeezed firmly, but it did not hurt. She then straddled my cock and I felt the warm, silky wetness of her pussy, as I easily slid inside her. She waited only a moment to savor the fullness before she started to gyrate up and down. I watched as her breasts bounced up and down. Their momentum was arrested at the bottom of each bounce, causing a slight shutter before she ascended again. I could only endure that sight for a few strokes before both her breasts were in my hands, being manhandled and fondled.
I pulled her into me so I could enjoy sucking her nipples while she bobbed endlessly on my rod. My now free hands worked their way up and down her back, finding her ass. I slid my hands all the way down to cup the cheeks of Mindy’s fine bottom. After squeezing them for a few moments, I grabbed hold and arrested her up and down motion, while I was mostly out of her pussy. I then began thrusts of my own, rising to ram into her suspended cunt, all the while squeezing that fine ass cheeks.
Taking control had thrown the switch, triggering the start of my orgasm, but I caught it time. I still had one more hole to fill. I released Mindy’s ass, worked my hands up, to her head and pulled her in tight for a long kiss. As I released her, I whispered.
“Put me in you ass.”
She hesitated for just a beat and then found herself and replied
“OK, stud.”
“Tell me you want in your ass” I said in a louder voice.
“I want you in my ass” she repeated, not quite as enthusiastic as I wanted. I knew that her butt was sore from both the spanking and the earlier reaming. I decided to add a little incentive.
“You want me to add stripes to your sexy bottom, instead” I whispered.
“No!” she said just a little too quickly. She recovered herself and then said, in her best sexy whisper, emphasizing the word “fuck” each time
“No, stud. I want you to fuck my tight ass. Fill me up. Fuck my ass!”
“Much better” I thought as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and began to line it up for a rectal plunge. I felt her tighten and wince slightly as my cock touched her little starfish. Then she slowly applied pressure until I began to breech her tight opening.
She drew in a gasp as I made it past her outer ring. Not being patient, I began to apply pressure to her hips trying to force her down faster. She resisted
“Ow! Ow! “Let me relax first!” she replied.
Not liking her having this much control I pulled out and told her to beg me to fuck her ass from behind.
“Do me from behind! Fuck my ass! Please fuck me ass!” she moaned.
She really did not want that riding crop to flay her already tender bottom, wide open.
She got off of me, got on her hands and knees, and dropped her face to the bed, sticking her red and inviting ass in the air. The she added, while starting to slowly rub her clit.
“Do me! Do my tight little ass!”
Impressed, I lingered just long enough to grab the KY jelly from the night stand, and applied a liberal amount to my shaft, and added a little to her awaiting orifice. Having just penetrated her ass, I did not hesitate once my cocked touched her opening and I was able to get past the outer muscle with little trouble. Feeling the now familiar tightness of Mindy’s ass squeezing my shaft, I slowly, but persistently, pushed in. I felt the tightness that was at the head of my organ, envelope it, as I drove all the way to the bottom of Mindy’s ass.
I lingered for a couple of moments to take in the sight. My cock was buried as far as it would go in Mindy’s bung hole. I could see her, eyes closed and mouth part way open. Mindy was looking to the right side with an expression half way between pleasure and pain, on her angelic face. Her weight rested on her left side, as her right arm disappeared beneath her body. The flexing of the muscles in that arm and shoulder told me she was working her pussy as hard as she could, not waiting for me.
“Talk to me” I said
“Ooooh, that feels good. Hurry! Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Make me cum!”
I began to slowly pump her in and out. I felt her pick up the pace of her own manipulations, striving to both bring about pleasure and forget that her ass was now being stretched well out shape.
“Do you like having a dick in your ass?” I asked in an authoritarian voice.
“Yes. Ohhhhh Yes. It feels so goooooood. Faster! Make me feel it!”
That was no problem and I picked up the base, giving an extra thrust as I bottomed out. Each time I hit home, I felt my balls bounce off her fingers, and I felt the rapid rhythm she had developed. She was finger fucking her pussy, much faster than I was doing her ass. This was bringing her to fruition much faster that I was and I felt her ass tighten around my cock, and all but stop me in place.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried out “I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
I fought through her muscle contractions with a few thrusts and then felt her release me, as her orgasm waned. Mindy’s ass still held me tightly, but I was now free to pump mercilessly. So released, I began to pound her ass just as hard as I could, using her hips as my fulcrum to leverage myself deep into her anal canal. I felt the beginning of my climax, and after being denied twice already, there was no stopping me now.
Mindy sensed what was coming and was now merely trying to survive the pounding her ass was receiving. She relaxed as best she could, and I could see the pained looked on her face and hear the soft grunt each time I bottomed out.
“Awwwwwww Shit!” I exclaimed as my balls tightened. With the beginning of my first rope, I pulled her hips deep into me and met them with a powerful final thrust. I held her ass against me as I felt one, two, and three ejaculations fill her ass. I continued with tiny thrusts trying to find another fraction of an inch of Mindy’s incredibly tight ass. But, there was a limit to her depths and I had found it. A few grunts and small gasps escaped Mindy as she held tightly to the blankets with two clenched fists, and buried her face in the mattress.
For what seemed like a full minute I held both hips tight against me as my wave of pleasure flooded over me and then passed. Then with an exhale, I slowly pulled back and watched as I inched back out of her back door. When my softening member came out, I reached underneath, found a breast handhold, and rolled us into a spoon position.
“Oh fuck!” I said “That was the best breakfast in bed I have ever had.
As she caught her own breathe, and likely letting the pain subside, she indulged me, gaining a few points in process by replying
“My pleasure, stud. But, I don’t think my little ass will ever be the same again.”
I just smiled as I mindlessly squeezed her breast.

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Mom’s sexy friend

I had to spend some time with her while mom was out of town. Not something a “grown-up” 14 year old wanted to do, but am glad I did!

Fantasy

Baby-sitters Delight: Joyce

First in what I hope to be an ongoing series. Very little to no sex in this chapter, mostly just back story and set up for what comes in later chapters. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Baby-sitters Delight: Joyce
Joyce Silverman ran out the door of the office building where she worked as an executive assistant, fearful she might miss her bus home and be late for dinner. Her long black hair streamed out behind her as she ran down the block. Reaching the bus stop with a couple minutes to spare, she stopped to catch her breath. As her breath returned, she caught sight of herself in the plastic side of the bus shelter. Staring back at her was a woman that could have been any other normal working single mother. The skin on her face was smooth, clear and firm. A fact she was proud of, as it made her look much younger than the forty years of age she was. The eyes that stared back with large and brown, what many would call doe eyes. They were bright and clear, unless one looked very closely and saw the weariness behind them.
How did it come to this? She thought to her reflection. Six months ago I had my own car, my independence and a healthy bank account.
You know how this happened. You wanted it to happen. Her reflection answered back with a small smile.
Yes, I did, but I never dreamed it would go this far, but this all encompassing. She looked at how she was dressed in her reflection. Her skirt was just a couple of inches too short to be proper for the office, but not short enough to draw comment. The same with the heels she wore, just a little too high to be working in all day, but not so high to be noticeable. Most of all she was aware of what she was wearing, or not wearing under her clothes. Her half-cup bra lifted her firm 36B breasts, but left the nipples bare to poke thru the silk of her blouse. Only silk tops for her, to stimulate her nipples and keep them stiff. Under her skirt she was bare, other than shoes, she was only allowed only article of clothing below her waist.
The bus came to a halt at the corner, the hiss of its airbreaks snapping her out of her thoughts. She entered the bus and paid her fare with the last two dollars in her purse. She found a seat near the front, and sat down with a heavy sigh, her mind going back to the events of six months ago.
She had just divorced her abusive alcoholic husband of 15 years and moved away to find a new life for her and her thirteen year old daughter. She found a two bedroom house in a nice suburban neighborhood, full of families. There was a good school nearby that came highly recommended by the neighbors. It would be a prefect restart to their life she thought. That was until the day she met Allison, her neighbor’s sixteen year old daughter and her world was turned upside down.
They had just arrived at their new house and were moving boxes in when she first saw Allison. Joyce had just grabbed a couple of boxes out of the truck and turned around when she caught sight of the young beauty standing on the lawn next door. Joyce noticed right away the cut off shorts the girl wore, and how they showed off her long, firm and tanned legs. The girl’s T-shirt was tight and Joyce could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, the girls nipples were visibly making small tents in the shirt. The girl smiled at Joyce, her brilliant white teeth standing out in contrast to the golden tan of her face. Joyce knew right away she was in love, well, more like lust.
Joyce had always harbored a secret attraction for teen girls. She loved their smooth firm skin, the fresh scent of their bodies and their sweet innocence. Most of all was the lure of such forbidden fruit. It was a desire she never acted on, not wanting to risk losing her daughter or going to jail. She did enjoy going to the mall or the beach and secretly checking them out, but that was as far as she went. She also had a large collection of stories and pictures she had downloaded off the Internet to help curb her desire to act out her fantasies.
“Hi!” The girl said cheerily as she approached Joyce, her shoulder length blond hair glowing in the warm sun. “I’m Allison, I guess you’re our new neighbors huh?”
“Hello Allison” Joyce dropped her eyes as she spoke. There was something about this girl’s presence that was intimidating. The boxes in her arms were starting to become heavy and she started to turn to put them back down in the truck “Yes, I guess we are. I’m Joyce and my daughter Elizabeth is around her someplace,”
” You have a daughter? Cool! How old she is?” Allison moved to block Joyce from putting the boxes down in the truck. She smiled in a friendly way. but Joyce could have sworn there was a hint of a darker intent behind it.
“Liz is thirteen” Joyce gave a nod towards the house “There she is now.”
They both turned to look as a young girl came running out of the front door. Her skinny legs flashing under the loose summer dress that flapped around them as she ran towards them. She looked much like her mother, long black hair and just a hint of her hips starting to fill out into womanhood. She ran up to the both of them.
“I love this house Mom!” she turned to Allison “HI! I am Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz, you can call me Liz too. who are you?” She said in a breathless rush.
“Hello Liz, I am Allison, a pleasure to met you and your mother.” She said with a smile.
Joyce turned and handed the boxes to Liz. “Here honey, take these inside. They go in the kitchen.” She turned back around, pushing a loose strand of hair out of her face, to find Allison had moved to stand very close to her. They both stood silently and watch the younger girl go back into the house, then Allison turned to face Joyce.
Allison looked deep into Joyce’s eyes and smiled again “You know Joyce, if you ever need a night out I would love to baby-sit for you, or just come over and hang out with you and Liz.” As she spoke Allison ran a fingernail lightly down the side of Joyce’s arm, sending shivers thru the older woman’s entire body. The fresh scent of strawberries hung in the air around the girl, clouding Joyce’s mind. “Well, I should get back home, but I am sure we will be seeing a lot more of each.” She gave Joyce a sly wink and walked slowly back towards her house. Joyce watched her walk away, admiring the teen’s bottom in the tight shorts. As she reached the door of her house, Allison turned towards Joyce and blew her a kiss, then disappeared inside. Joyce knew, in the pit of her stomach, this girl was going to be trouble for her.
The next couple of weeks passed in relative quiet for Joyce and Elizabeth. They spent their time unpacking and settling into their new house. Joyce started to find her way around at her new job and was making friends there quickly. Since it was summer, Allison had offered to hang out of Elizabeth during the day while Joyce was at work. Joyce was happy to Elizabeth wouldn’t be home all day by herself and had made a new friend.
Many evenings, as Joyce would be getting home from work, her teen neighbor would be out in her yard. It seemed that girl would purposely time it to be emerging from the house just as Joyce arrived home. Allison would usually be dressed in cut off shorts that showed a hint of the bottom of her butt and a small bikini top. On most occasions, the girl would approach the car and plant herself in Joyce’s way and block her from moving towards the house. Often the girl would stand very close while talking to Joyce and would frequently touch her older neighbor on the arm or shoulder. When Joyce would try to move away, the teen would move to block her again. At times, she suspected that the girl might have been flirting with her, but thought that was too much to hope for. It made Joyce a little nervous to be around the girl, not sure she could continue to fight her own growing desire. Nonetheless, thoughts of the girl would fuel her late night masturbation sessions.
At the end of her second week one of her coworkers invited Joyce to join a group of ladies from work for a girls night out. Joyce didn’t accept right away, but said she would have to see if she could arrange for a baby-sitter first. That evening, when she got home, she once again found Allison outside laying in a lounge chair sunning herself. Today she was wearing a tiny bikini bottom that barely covered her sex, and a top that was nothing more then some string and a couple of triangles of cloth covering her nipples, leaving most of her young breasts bare. Joyce remained in her car for a few minutes, unsure she would be able to control herself around this girl while she was dressed like that.
She finally screwed up her courage and got out of the car and waved to the young girl “Hey Allison, can you come here for a minute?”
Allison stood from the chair “Sure thing Ms. Silverman.” She jogged over to Joyce, her pert breasts barely staying in her small top.
Lord help me Thought Joyce as she watch the girl jog over to her. What I wouldn’t give for the string on that top to break.
“Something you need?” Asked Allison, standing in front of the older woman, her legs slightly parted, hands on her hips.
Oh yes there is, but I can’t have it Said the voice in Joyce’s head as she eyed the girl. “Yes, I was wondering if you would be available to baby-sit tomorrow night for me. Some girls from work are going out and invited me along”
“Sure! That would be no problem, I really had no plans anyway” replied Allison. She took a step closer, her thinly covered breasts lightly brushing along the older woman’s arm “Maybe, if you aren’t too tired when you get home, you and I can get to know one another better too.”
Joyce felt herself blush at the contact of the girls breasts on her arm “Y-yes, that might be nice.”
“OK, super!” Allison leaned in a planted a small quick kiss on her cheek “See you tomorrow then” She turned and walked slowly back to her own house. Joyce remained where she was, her hand on her cheek. Did she just kiss me?
That night was a near sleepless one for Joyce, visions of Allison in that tiny bikini floating thru her head, her cheek still burned where the girl had kissed it. She masturbated to several orgasms, all to the thoughts of her little teen neighbor girl.
The doorbell ring promptly at 7 P.M. the next night, just as Joyce was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She came down the stairs a few minutes later to find Liz and Allison standing in the front hallway, talking about some TV show they had both watched the previous evening. She stopped when she saw Allison was in a short skirt, one that barely went past her bottom, and a thin T-shirt, The visibility of her nipples proving that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Wow! Mom, you look gorgeous!” Liz said when she saw her mother standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah, Ms Silverman you look hot.” Allison was eyeing her up and down. She raised her eyes to look directly into Joyce’s and gave her lips a very subtle little lick with the tip of her tongue.
Joyce blushed a little at this comment, and the sight of the tip of the girl’s pink tongue.”Thank you girls. Allison I don’t know what time I will be home, but Liz goes to bed at 11. There are snacks and drinks in the fridge.”
“Mom! It’s summer and besides its the weekend, why do I have to go to bed at 11?” Liz whined.
“Because… “Joyce was startled to distraction by the sight of what Allison was doing behind Liz. The girl was slowly licking her finger and lightly running it over her nipples that were showing clearly thru her shirt. Joyce struggled to not stare or let her daughter notice what she was looking at. Allison locked eyes with Joyce, licked her lips and smiled. It was a smile that said I know you want this. She was sure now this girl was trying her best to seduce her, and knew that it was working. That thought filled her with an equal mix of fear and excitement. With great effort she was finally able to tear her eyes off the teen beauty and turned to her daughter. “Because that is your bedtime, you know that. OK girls have fun and don’t cause any trouble!” With that, Joyce headed out the door.
Joyce spent the next several hours in a mental fog, not really paying any attention to what her coworkers were talking about over their drinks. Her thoughts were filled with images of Allison in various modes of dress and, to her shame and excitement, undress. Finally around 12:30, she told her coworkers she was going to call it a night, claiming to be tired and needing to get her baby-sitter home. Pulling her car out of the parking lot, she turned to take the long way home in an attempt to give herself some time to calm down. As she drove slowly home, her thoughts were solely of Allison and the things she wanted to have the girl to do her. She felt her panties getting moist with the hope that tonight would be the night her fantasy would come true. She finally admitted to herself, with some fear and even more excitement, she would eventually give in to the young temptresses flirtations. She pulled into the drive way of her home and shut the car off. Sitting there quietly in the dark car for a few moments, she thought over what she was about to do. She screwed up her courage to face what ever maybe waiting for her in the house and walked up to the front door and with a deep breath, opened it.
She stood in the front entry way, softly closing the door behind her. The hallway was softly lit by a light from the living room and she could hear the TV playing quietly. Standing there, her hand still on the doorknob, she didn’t know whether to be afraid or excited that Allison might still be up. She took off her coat, hung up it and walked into the living room.
She stopped in sudden shock and horror when she saw what was playing on the TV. On the screen, in living color, was herself, naked and tied to the bed, her ass was thrust up and a very rosy red. She immediately recognized the scene from a time she had been cheating on her husband with a younger secretary from work. That girl had turned out to have a very kinky and sadistic streak and it had turned Joyce on to be tied down and spanked and used however the girl wanted to use her. The volume on the TV was down but she could hear her imagine on the screen begging to be taken in the ass hard and calling herself all sorts of filthy names. As the full impact of what she was seeing hit her a small gasp escaped from her. which drew the attention of Allison, whose back had been to her.
Allison looked over her shoulder and saw her older neighbor standing in the doorway. She smiled and grabbed the remote to shut the TV off as she stood from the couch. She walked with a slow confident air over to Joyce and stood in front of her.”Some very interesting home movies you have Ms. Silverman”
“Where? How?” Joyce was too stunned to speak. She knew that an even darker secret of hers exposed. Ever since that tryst with the young secretary, Joyce was not only attracted to younger girls, she also dreamed of being dominated by them. In the deepest darkest corners of her mind she fantasized about being slapped, called names, and kneeling at the feet of a beautiful teen girl.
“Well, you see, Liz went to bed a little early, and I was bored. So I used your computer to check my email. Well, that didn’t take very long, so feeling very wicked, I decided to do a little snooping to see what you might have on there.” Allison reached out and gently lifted Joyce’s head by the chin so they were looking into each others eyes. ” You know what I found? A whole bunch of stories. Dirty, naughty stories of older women doing all sorts of dirty and nasty things to please younger girls. Some of them even a little underage.” Allison leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the older woman’s lips. She continued to kiss her way slowly and softly up the side of Joyce’s face to her ear, where the young girl whispered “I read one or two of them and they made me hot.” The last word coming out in a breathless whisper. She raised one hand to grasp the older mother’s breast and started to squeeze it while rubbing up and down over the protruding nipple.
Joyce was in too much of a daze to speak. She tried, she opened her mouth but no sound come out. Allison’s hand on her breast was sending electric shocks straight through her body to her loins. At that moment she was ready to drop to her knees and do anything this young tormentor asked of her. Suddenly the hand left her breast and traveled light down her side and over her stomach. Pausing only long enough to unsnap and unzip her pants before it continued into them. Joyce knew she should stop this, that it was wrong from many reasons, but she her body had taken over and she slowly spread her legs to allow that hand easier access to her nether regions. A fingertip come to rest lightly on her clit and she let out a small moan.
“Please. Don’t.” Come out of her in a small whisper.
Allison only giggled at her whispered plea. “I was hot and needed to get off, so I went looking through your dresser, to see if you have any toys I could use. Well, imagine my surprise when I found this little home movie of yours.” As she spoke, the tip of her middle finger was slowly moving in small, light circles over the tip of the older woman’s clit.
“Please. Don’t” Joyce whispered again, even weaker this time. Her hand came up to grab the wrist of her tormentor. In her she mind wasn’t clear if she was attempting to pull the hand away or tighter into her.
“But Ms. Silverman, you seem to be enjoying this.” Allison’s finger pressed against the clit harder as it started to rub it faster.
“Please.” Her grip tightened on the wrist she held as she began to pant from the attention her clit was getting “Don’t”
“Don’t?” OK.” Allison said with a wicked smile and pulled her fingers out of the desperate woman’s pants. She held them up in front of Joyce’s face where they both could see how they glistened with wetness. She slowly slid the finger into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on it. Releasing the finger from her mouth with a pop, she smiled at the cowering woman in front of her. “Ms. Silverman, you taste simply delicious.”
Joyce could only moan in despair. She glanced quickly at the stairs, desperately hoping Liz wouldn’t wake up and interrupt this fulfillment of her fantasies. She stared into the ice blue eyes of the young teen blonde in front of her, wanting to feel those fingers on her again. This young girl has so quickly drove to the heart of everything she had dreamed of that she knew she would never be able to resist. She wanted to say something but at the moment words failed her and all she could squeak out was a feeble “Please.”
Allison smiled and raised her hand to gently stroke the side of the face of the dark haired woman in front of her. With a sudden movement she turned and walked back across the room where she quickly ejected the DVD she had been watching and slide it into her purse. ” I think I am going to keep this and watch the rest of it later.” She gave one breast a quick squeeze as she walked past Joyce to the front door. As she opened the door she looked back and said “I will be home all day tomorrow. If you want to continue, you know where I am.” With that, she walked out the door.
Joyce heard the front door close with a soft click and fell to the floor. She curled up in a fetal position and burst into tears as her fingers worked furiously in her crotch.
End Chapter One.

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Fantasy

Explicit powers Chapter 3

Sorry for the long wait. Please read chapters 1 and 2 to fully understand whats going on. Please constructive critisim only. Resuming from chapter 2

Fiction

Broken Birds, Part 6, Reunion

Part 6
Reunion
An exhausted Michael arrived in New York the following night. As he exited Customs, he saw a uniformed driver holding a card with his name. Surrounded by four bodyguards, Michael handed the man the handle of his suitcase and followed him to a waiting limousine. The contrast between the bustling terminal and Rafaela’s village could not have been more jolting.
As the limousine snaked deftly through traffic, he pulled out his phone and dialed Peter. After a moment his friend’s voice reassured him that his girls were safe. Though tired, Michael knew he had to debrief or lose more than half a day. Twelve hours more without Beth. Or Rachael.
Carrying a laptop, Peter met him at Michael’s home, several hours north of the city.
They sat at the kitchen table, each with a glass of wine. The anti-surveillance unit humming in the background.
Too tired for lengthy explanations, Michael was cryptic. He knew Peter would ask if he needed more information. “It was as set up. They’d paid David to get Rafaela out of prison. He didn’t or couldn’t come through for them, so they put pressure on him by threatening his family. When he ate a bullet, Tim’s men were too fast and got the information they needed before they could get there,” a sip of wine before he continued, “They wanted the trade we set up.” He looked at Peter.
Michael’s instincts snapped on high alert. “But you knew that.” He said softly.
Peter nodded sadly. Michael waited for an explanation.
“I’ve known Rafaela for a long time. I sued the bastards that raped her the second time. When Tim identified the men searching for Beth and Rachael as Zapatas, I couldn’t believe it. I contacted Miguel to see if it was true. He never responded. Then they contacted me right after David killed himself. When they found out what we had, they said they needed you to come as a negotiator, but they said that if I told you, the deal was off. They guaranteed your safety, but you were not to know that.” Peter searched his friend’s hard eyes.
He handed him a folded sheet of paper. “This should explain it.”
Love
You cannot know the joy in my heart as I wrote that word. Love.
You are back in your world and I in mine. When you said I was one of the women you love, my heart soared. I never said it, but I love you. How this can be true after just two days, I do not know. I only know that it is true.
Peter is a friend and would never have let you come if there was real danger. I am so sorry for the terror I forced you to live with, but it was my last chance for freedom.
Alice told me about you and I knew you were my last chance as a woman. You sounded too good to be true, so I had to see for myself.
I know you are far from perfect, but right now, I can only think of the good.
Beth and the Walsh women are as safe as I can make them. I hope I will soon be as well. After all, you invited me to join your harem.
At the end of this letter is an e-mail address. I have also sent a laptop that you can use to communicate with me. Please send e-mails to me only on that laptop.
I long for your arms around me, for your lips on mine…
I pray that we will be together again someday, but if two days is all I ever have of you, I am content. The painful place inside of me is now filled with a warm glow and love.
Thank you Love
Rafaela
“You read it?”
Peter nodded.
“Tim’s said that all threats have been removed. There are apparently still a few credible threats, but he is dealing with them. He’s really pissed that they knew where the girls were. He’s still trying to figure out how.”
“Alice. Probably a tracking device hidden in her body. They didn’t do body cavity searches of the girls.” Michael said with a weariness of the soul at the multiple layers of betrayal he had just discovered.
“I feel like a damn puppet.” He said bitterly, anger seeping into his eyes.
Peter recoiled, knowing their friendship had been badly damaged.
“Michael. I’m so sorry. Once Rachael and Beth got together, it had to be this way. David was pure evil. So was Tom. The girls needed to heal, away from this place. The plan worked beyond our wildest dreams. The good guys won.” Peter was pleading.
Michael looked up with empty eyes.
“Peter, I love you as a friend, so you know I’ll get over it. I need to get to Beth and Rachael. Call Tim and make it happen. I need them now!” Michael began to cry as the incredible tension of the past year finally breached his emotional dam.
Peter reached for his sobbing friend, but Michael rejected his comfort.
“Get me to Beth!”
The car sped along the narrow mountain roads, though the leafless trees. A cold misting rain gave them a sad look as Michael looked out the back window. The window tinting made the day look even more depressing, yet his heart sang in anticipation.
Following his emotional meltdown, Peter and Tim shifted into high gear. Every man had his breaking point and they understood that Michael had reached his. 26 hours later he was nearly there.
Diversionary cars, private flight to Florida, long car ride to North Carolina. They traveled in a three-car convoy with rotational position.
The car took a gravel road leading to the cabins. They stopped at a roadblock about a mile from the houses and were inspected by several men wearing paramilitary gear and carrying short-barreled assault rifles. A .50 caliber rifle probably tracked them as well.
The girls stood together outside the cabin, Rachael having to restrain Beth from running at the moving cars.
As the car stopped, the back door of the second vehicle flew open and Michael darted out, running straight to them.
Beth broke free and jumped into his arms. “Daddy”. Over and over. Then she planted a lover’s kiss on his lips as they both squeezed hard.
Rachael had given them some time, but Michael noticed her standing beside them. He freed his right arm and brought Rachael into a group hug. Ripping his lips free of Beth’s, he pressed his lips longingly against Rachael’s.
Rachael was startled, but began to warmly return his kiss, opening her mouth slightly, their tongues dueling for a moment, her body responding immediately to his touch.
“Get a room!” Lynne blurted impatiently. She was miserable, cold and wet.
Michael broke the kiss and turned to walk to the cabins, his arms around Beth and Rachael.
“You’ve gotta be Lynne.” Michael chuckled. He released Rachael and started to stick out his hand, but Lynne jumped to hug him. He squeezed her close. She smelled fresh. She kissed him on the cheek.
“Hi Dad,” startling Michael.
Playing along Michael said “Dad, huh? Then I guess I can’t grab your ass, huh?” as he grabbed her ass. She giggled softly.
She released him with another swift kiss, this time on the lips.
“Shoshana?” A woman’s hug. She pulled her head back slightly and gave him a lover’s kiss. He felt his cock start to rise.
“Let’s get inside,” Rachael said softly.
Releasing Shoshana, he pulled Rachael back into a three-way hug as they led him to their cabin.
The cabin was relatively large. Three bedrooms and two baths with a kitchen along one wall and a large fireplace at the end of a large open living/dining area. Rustic, comfortable furniture filled the room.
Michael tried to be polite and started to sit on one of the couches so he could socialize. Beth wouldn’t let go, however and pulled him toward her room.
“I have to show Michael something,” she tossed over her shoulder, her blonde ponytail swinging from side to side.
As their door closed, Lynne said, “She’s going to rape him!”
Rachael turned the stereo on and turned the volume up a bit, chuckling to herself.
Inside the room, clothes flew in all directions. As the last sock came off, she was on him, kissing his lips, squeezing his cock and rubbing her painfully hard nipples across his chest.
He pulled her close and dropped his hand to cup her sex. She was actually dripping.
He picked her up and dropped her on the bed, quickly lying beside her. His last conscious thought was to have her on top as he might hurt her in other positions in his fuck lust.
She understood, swung a leg over his chest and grabbed his cock. It seemed much larger as she rubbed the head along her wet slit. She felt it at her opening and pushed down hard, putting months of need into the thrust. A flash of pain told her body to move slower. Knowing that she had Michael back allowed her to heed her body’s advice.
After a few more strokes, she was sitting with his entire cock in her. Her eyes had been closed during her impalement. She opened them, finding Michael’s eyes a peculiar shade of gray / green.
He’d almost cum with Beth’s first frantic push, but he barely managed to conquer his need. He watched her concentrate on the feelings as she jammed more and more of his pole into her tight tunnel. She was an incredible creature.
“Oh God, I need you,” she gasped.
He thrust upward a bit.
“No. Fuck me! I’m your slut!”
He began thrusting into her savagely while his hands rolled her hips in the lust dance he learned from Rafaela. The dance caused his cock to caress all of her tight tunnel. This was not making love. This was primal fucking.
She danced with her arms over her head as her climax built.
Michael took his right hand off her and placed his palm against her belly, just above her clit.
“I’m CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGG,” she wailed
Michael’s thumb flipped across her clit and she screamed her delight. He could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and felt his own climax approaching. He jackhammered his cock into his beautiful daughter’s cunt. And let loose, still caressing her clit.
Finally she pushed his hand away and collapsed atop him, saliva leaking from the corner of her mouth.
They lay like that for a while as senses returned to normal, Michael’s softening cock still inside her.
“God, I needed that,” Beth whispered, only now realizing the music blaring from the living room.
She extended her arms and levered her torso off his chest so she could look into his eyes. She could feel his cock hardening.
“Twofer or a little rest?” she asked with an impish smile.
“I think we probably should get cleaned up and talk with the girls.”
The shower was too small for two people so Beth took hers first. While she was in the shower, he began unpacking.
As Michael came out of the shower, Beth was holding the sealed enveloped and package Rafaela had given him in Mexico. She looked up quizzically.
“What’s this?”
“I don’t really know. It’s from a woman named Rafaela. Long story Kitten. It really concerns Rachael and her girls more than us.” He tilted his head to the door.
Beth dropped the envelope and package back into his bag.
Rachael turned the music down when they appeared, grinning.
“First round goes to Michael. God did you scream!” Lynne teased.
“You’d scream too if he did it to you!” Michael thought, ‘Cheeky minx, my daughter.’
“I suspect we all would,” Rachael said, joining the game. Only her eyes said she was serious.
Michael detected the aroma of a roast as he realized he had not eaten all day, his stomach growling loudly.
Rachael cocked an eyebrow. “Let me guess, no food all day?”
Michael nodded sheepishly.
Rachael turned to go to the small kitchen and almost bumped in Shoshana who was carrying a small platter of cheese and shrimp.
“After all that exercise, I thought you’d be hungry,” she said giggling softly
He sat in the middle of the large couch, Bet beside him. He patted the other side, “Shosh.”
She smiled broadly as she wiggled close to him. Michael knew that of all his broken birds, Shoshana needed the most attention.
“For now just the basics because we have almost a year to catch up on. First, we’re safe. All contracts have been cancelled. You know David is dead?” The girls nodded as Shoshana snuggled closer, her head now resting on his shoulder. He reached and put his arm around here shoulders earning him a satisfied sigh.
“You know Tom is dead?” Again they nodded. “May he roast in hell,” Lynne added softly.
“We’ve filed a number of suits in your names. Most are now settled. We’ve also recovered the money David took out of your trusts. We need to get you,” nodding to Rachael, “to sign several affidavits, but the money is secure.”
Shoshana’s hand moved dangerously close to his cock. He gently moved it away bent his head to her ear and simply said, “we’ll talk later, OK?” She nodded impishly.
Rachael felt her heart hurt. Perfect handling of her little girl.
“The lawsuits and investigations pissed off a lot of people. Powerful people, so we’re still going to need security, so I think it may be best for us to stay together.” The Walsh women nodded enthusiastically as Beth stroked his arm.
“Making anything secure in a city is nearly impossible, so I think we need a new home. If someone wants to find us, they will, but I’d like to be in a place where we can see them coming,” he paused for comments, then continued, “Beth and I love being near the water. What about you guys?”
The girls looked to Rachael. “I think that would be good, but someplace warm! It gets fricking cold here!”
“Lynne?”
“So long as they speak English. I’m terrible at languages, except maybe Spanish.”
He looked down into Shoshana’s adoring eyes. “Someplace they can fix me,” she lisped.
Rachael almost cried.
Michael gave Shoshana’s shoulders a squeeze.
“That kind of narrows it down.” He pretended to think for a moment since he had the same parameters, “I’d suggest a place called Noosa. It’s in North Queensland, Australia. Near Brisbane. Warm. Great surfing. It’s on what they call the Sunshine Coast.”
Michael rose and got his briefcase and laptop from the room. He loaded a flash drive and played a video about Noosa and Brisbane.
When it finished, the girls had faraway looks on their faces. It looked so clean, warm and inviting.
Looking outside into the cold rain, Rachael blurted, “When do we leave?”
Michael got his satellite phone. He dialed Tim’s number.
“Tim, I think it’s Noosa,” looking over his shoulder at four enthusiastically nodding heads.” Michael listened for a moment, then said, “I agree, make it 12. How long? What about a moving holiday? I’ve gotta get these girls out of the boonies and Shosh to a surgeon. “ Another pause, “Yeah, I’m OK with that.”
He turned to his enthralled audience.
“Noosa’s going to take at least several weeks, so we have a choice. We can go to Raleigh to get Su…Shoshana treated and then go on a “Road Trip” or we can stay here and fly out in a couple of weeks.”
“Road Trip!” They shouted with glee. Michael knew that somewhere Tim was groaning.
His stomach growled alarmingly. “Can I please get something to eat?”
That night with the urgency of coupling a bit less, Michael tenderly made love to his little girl. Beth really liked being on top and danced herself to several orgasms again. When she slept in his arms, she snored softly.

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