My divorced sister sent my niece Tracy to stay with me while she went to a dance retreat. Tracy is a spoiled little brat and I wasn’t sure how we would get along, until one Saturday I left the video surveillance on at my house and made a discovery that would change things.
My wife and I were in New Orleans on her annual birthday trip.
Chapter 6
The voice of the psychology instructor droned on, and Suzanne stared
blankly up at the podium, only catching an occasional word he said. She
had always liked her psychology class, not only because of the
instructor who happened to be rather handsome, but because of her
interest in the subject in relations to her project with the poorer
classes in the neighborhood. Yet today she found her interest
wandering, her mind too filled with other thoughts.
She suddenly became aware he was addressing her.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, feeling very foolish. “I didn’t catch
that.”
The instructor smiled.
“I was saying that many people are under the impression that the poorer
classes are more sexually active because it is the one entertainment
that costs them nothing. Have you found anything in your recent studies
to substantiate this theory?”
Suzanne flushed, and in her mind she saw again the three boys, naked in
her living room, and her own body heaving beneath their attack.
“Er … Well …” she began, “I really haven’t done enough research
yet. But it sounds reasonable, don’t you think?”
The instructor smiled. “Not necessarily. Statistics show that there is
just as much promiscuity among the more affluent classes. I personally
do not think that poverty necessarily means a higher rate of sexual
activity. After all, individual sex drives are not predicated on
economic status. However, the illegitimate birth rate among the poor
seems to indicate that they perhaps do not have as much regard for the
consequences of their actions, and do not invest in contraceptive
devices to the same degree as the rich. One of the tragedies of the
lower income groups is their unusually high family size, which only
compounds their unfortunate economic position.”
A student raised his hand.
“Perhaps the poor indulge in large families as a gesture of
accomplishment,” he said. “It is the one function they can perform
without training. It’s like they feel they might not be able to work
their way up to a position of social eminence, or professional
respectability, so they prove themselves biologically instead of
intellectually.”
The instructor laughed. “Interesting, but I don’t think valid, in view
of research. Most economically deprived fathers are more interested in
satisfying their sex drive than their urge for social recognition.”
The young man was not to be put off.
“What about the kids, though?” he persisted. “I’ve talked to some who
feel they’ve really made it when they can ball a rich chick instead of
someone in their own neighborhood. And there’re lots of girls from
Grosse Pointe who’ll go with a guy from a poor neighborhood because of
the kicks involved. You know, the idea of slumming, of being manhandled
forcibly to satisfy some masochistic tendency.”
“Ah.” The instructor raised his eyebrows. “That’s something else again.
True, many women will achieve greater sexual satisfaction from a
violent sexual encounter rather than the more refined or sophisticated
approach. And presuming that a young man from a rough neighborhood will
be more sexually aggressive, there is the sadistic impulse to prove
himself with a girl from a more refined background. And some girls will
often enjoy such encounters out of a perverse streak in their nature,
the desire to be degraded out of guilt for their affluent upbringing.”
Suzanne felt a slow flush creeping up her neck, and then her face was
scarlet, and she dropped her eyes, hoping that no one would notice or
comment. Inside her, she recognized her own reactions, the feeling she
had that morning in the bathtub as she visualized herself being
violated by the three boys. Despite the fear, there had been a strong
element of earthy satisfaction from the experience. She had enjoyed it,
and she knew she would want it to happen again. Maybe not under the
same frightening conditions, but definitely the physical reactions she
found more than usually stimulating. And she knew it was because the
boys were different from any she had socialized with before. Her Grosse
Pointe boyfriends were knowledgeable in the social graces; their speech
and manners were sophisticated; their enforced respect of her was a
barrier to the type of harsh physical manhandling she had endured the
last two days in her apartment. And yet despite their lack of
refinement, they had touched a pagan spark buried deep within her, a
spark now flaring with a consuming passion that excited her responses
at the very thought of it happening again.
“Tell me, Suzanne, you have made contact with one family, I believe?”
The instructor was addressing her again. Oh, God, she hoped no one
would observe her flushed condition.
She nodded.
“There have been young men in the family?”
“Yes, two brothers,” she replied, a little hesitantly. “One is sixteen,
I think, the other about two years older.”
“Have you felt any desire on their part to deepen their contact with
you, maybe an indelicate suggestion, or have they been keeping their
distance?”
She flushed. “I … I wouldn’t let them …” she began, and the
instructor cut her short.
“I’m not intimating that you would,” he said brusquely. “But you can
tell whether there might be the desire on their part.”
“I would think that perhaps they might,” she said slowly. “But on every
occasion I have talked with them while their mother was present.
They’re not particularly well educated, though the younger one seems to
have some promise. I feel he shows more potential than his older
brother, who’s just a little hood, I’d say.”
The instructor smiled. “Thank you, Suzanne. We’ll be interested in
hearing more when you’ve completed your study of this family.”
Suzanne smiled, and looked down at her books again. She felt humiliated
at even having to discuss the boys, yet she knew it was only her
conscience bothering her; no one knew about what had happened. No one
but Yvonne and Carole, and she knew they wouldn’t talk.
The class ended, and she stumbled to the door, thankful to get out of
the close confines of the room and out into the fresh air. She took a
deep breath and began walking back to her apartment. She saw Carole in
the distance, and they waved at each other. Then as she turned the
corner on to Hancock, she saw a familiar figure in blue jeans and a
dirty shirt, lounging against the concrete abutment surrounding the
campus. Her heart almost stopped, but she continued walking, biting her
lips in fear.
“Hi, Suzanne,” said Donald, his young face breaking into a broad smile.
“You okay today?”
“Yes, but no thanks to you,” she snapped, walking past him. He fell
into step with her, and she glared at him.
“Donald, if you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to call the police,”
she said uncertainly. “And what’s more, I’ll speak to your mother about
what’s happened.”
Donald giggled. “That won’t help. Ted’s already told her we screwed
you.”
“He … he what?” she gasped, stopping in her tracks and staring at him
disbelievingly.
“It’s true. He doesn’t care.”
“And you do, I suppose?”
He paused awkwardly.
“I … I like you, Suzanne. You know that, don’t you? I’m really sorry
about everything, but I still like you. I’d like to do it again with
you, just you and me, nice and quiet.”
“You’re a degenerate, like your brother,” she snapped heatedly. “So
don’t try and sweet talk me now.” She paused, her chest heaving with
emotion. “What did your mother say?”
Donald laughed. “She said he’d better watch out, that was all. She
doesn’t care. She’s too busy makin’ out with her own boyfriends. She
fucks around quite a bit.”
Suzanne gasped. “In your house? With you boys there?”
“Sure. What’s wrong with that?”
“Well, if you don’t know, there’s no sense telling you,” said Suzanne,
pushing past him. “Goodbye, Donald, and don’t try to follow me. I never
want to see you again.”
He stood still, looking at her retreating form walking quickly up the
sidewalk.
“Hey.”
She stopped, and looked back.
“See ya.” He waved and grinned at her. With beating heart, Suzanne
turned and almost ran the rest of the way back to her apartment. She
let herself in, slammed the door, and locked it. Then she collapsed on
the couch, her body shaking.
Oh, God, she murmured to herself, oh what’ll I do if they come back?
She closed her eyes and rested until her heart had quieted down and her
limbs had stopped shaking.
The gall of that boy! And telling their mother what they had done. What
sort of people were they? Were they completely lacking in moral
scruples? Had they no sense of decency at all? And yet he had confessed
he liked her and wanted to be with her again, just the two of them. She
was right. She had sensed a quality of tenderness in him before, and
she knew that taken away from his brother, his mother and his
environment, Donald could well shape into a worthwhile man. But did she
care? Did she really care what happened to this teenage rapist who had
forced himself upon her in much the same fashion as his brother and the
colored boy? No, she didn’t; but she couldn’t deny the response she
felt in her loins for him.
She was reminded of Yvonne’s frank discussion about Jeff, about men’s
sex appeal and the size of their organs. Donald’s penis was definitely
appealing to her. Unlike the gross size and thickness of his brother,
or Clayton’s massive dark-skinned shaft, Donald’s penis was smooth,
white and sensual-looking. While he might not have displayed as much
animal ferocity as the others, he had a technique which she found
immensely satisfying, and the penetration of his organ was infinitely
fulfilling for her. If she could only get Donald away from the others,
away from his present environment … Suzanne shook her head and sat
up, wiping her eyes. This was ridiculous, she thought; it was Sam she
really wanted. Sam was the man of her dreams, the one she loved, and so
what was this perverse fantasy over a slum boy whose only appeal lay in
the seven inches of hard flesh he projected between his legs? Sam had
just as much, she felt sure, and Sam would certainly be tender, gentle
and when aroused, probably just as forcefully aggressive to appeal to
her animal instincts. Yes, Sam it was; not Donald. But when the hell
was he coming home? Oh, Sam, Sam …
She walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her burning
face. She patted herself dry, and felt better. She went over to the
desk, opened her books, and began to study.
* * *
The sun had just dipped below the skyline when Suzanne realized she had
been sitting at her desk for several hours, absorbed in her work. The
clatter of footsteps on the stairs broke into her thoughts, and she
felt a pang of apprehension until she realized it must be a woman; the
noise of heels was unmistakable.
“Hey, Suzanne, you home?”
Carole’s cheerful voice rang out, and Suzanne walked quickly over to
the door, unlocked it, and let the girl in.
“Wow, I’m bushed,” she said, collapsing on the couch as Suzanne closed
the door and locked it again. “How are you feeling today?”
Suzanne grinned. “Oh, I’m fine.”
“Any sign of those monsters?”
“No, but I ran into Donald on campus. He must’ve been waiting to talk
to me. He said he wanted us to ball again, just him and me.”
Carole snorted. “I hope you kicked him right in the crotch.”
“No, I told him if he didn’t stop bothering me, I’d call the police.
But you know something? I threatened to tell his mother, and he said
Ted had already told what happened, and the woman wasn’t fazed at all.
Can you beat that?”
Carol shrugged. “Typical. These mothers are nothing but legalized
whores. I’ve yet to meet one that has any semblance of dignity or
decency. It’s sad, it really is. I guess they’re not much better than
animals. It’s a pity they can’t be segregated somewhere away from the
rest of us who know how to live a clean life.”
Suzanne giggled. “Maybe so, but then there’re some who might say the
same about you and Yvonne.”
Carole’s eyes widened. “Oh, knock it off!” she exploded. “You’re mixing
apples and pears. Don’t tell me you put me in the same category?”
“Of course not,” said Suzanne quickly. “I was just trying to be
objective.”
Carole sniffed. “After last night, you have no basis for being
objective, dear,” she commented softly. She stared at Suzanne for a
moment. “You’re terribly nice, you know. In bed, I mean.”
“Thanks. I can use a few compliments.”
They both laughed, and Carole lit a cigarette.
“Jeez, I really am tired. Two classes today, and an interview about a
part-time job.”
“Tell you what,” said Suzanne. “Why don’t you and Yvonne have dinner
here with me tonight? I’ve got a whole mess of stuff in the
refrigerator. Come on, I’d love to.”
Carole smiled. “Oh, you certainly know the right things to say at the
right time,” she murmured. “It’s a deal. Yvonne’ll be home soon. You
plan to eat early? I’m actually starved.”
“Whenever you want,” replied Suzanne, moving into the kitchen. “I’ll
start right away.”
“Okay,” said Carole, rising. “I’ll go clean up and put on my robe, and
when Yvonne gets home, we’ll come up. Okay?”
She went over to the door. “Hey, Suzanne, come and lock the door behind
me.” She giggled as Suzanne came into the room. “We don’t want any
unwanted company, now, do we?”
“You bet.”
Suzanne locked the door behind her, and went back into the kitchen,
humming to herself. She felt her spirits rising at the prospect of
company. She remembered her thoughts the night before, seeing the
closeness between Yvonne and Carole. Well, if she didn’t have a
roommate, at least she’d be having some good company, and she looked
forward to a good dinner with pleasant conversation and afterwards …
Suzanne grinned to herself wickedly. Who knows? She thought maybe
afterwards they might all roll into bed again. It was fun, she had to
admit; it was real fun, and wonderful sex. Just at the thought, she
felt a twinge within her and a tingle in her loins. Yes, it just might
be a wonderful evening again. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Efficiently she took a canned ham off the shelf, opened it, and placed
it in a casserole, covering it with a small can of sliced peaches and a
few cloves. She popped it into the oven, and then paused a moment,
looking at the boxes of frozen vegetables in the freezer compartment.
She decided on peas and cauliflower and broke open the packages,
placing the vegetables together in one large pan, filling it with water
and placing it on the top burner. What about dessert? She had half a
layer cake left over. Cake and ice cream, she thought. Easy and
appealing. Fine. That’s what it would be.
By the time Yvonne and Carole clattered up the stairs from their
apartment, both in their robes and slippers, Suzanne had changed her
clothes herself, put on her terrycloth robe, and had laid the table for
three. The twilight outside had given way to darkness, and the
apartment had a warm, cozy atmosphere that soothed her nerves. She felt
they were going to have a nice pleasant meal and a relaxing evening
together afterwards.
“Hi, doll,” said Yvonne, coming over and giving her a squeeze around
the waist. “I hear you’re playing cook tonight?”
“Uh-huh. And I hope you’ll like it.”
“Anything’s fine, boobsy, tonight I could eat a horse,” said Yvonne,
flopping into a chair and reaching for her cigarettes. “Carole tells me
you met one of the kids today.”
“Yes. I told him to get the hell away from me.”
“Good for you. I still think they’ll try and see you again, so be
careful.”
“I am. That front door’s locked and it’s going to stay that way. If I
hear them outside, I’m calling the police.”
“Now you’re talking. Say, I had a wild idea today. I thought maybe I
could get three well-built guys over here some night and hide them in
the bathroom, and then you invite those little bastards over, and
they’d get a beating they wouldn’t forget. I know a few guys who’d love
to avenge your sullied virtue. Jeff for one, I’m sure.”
Suzanne grinned. “It sounds great, but I’d rather let well enough
alone. You know something, though …” She paused a moment, and
giggled. “I was thinking about Donald. On his own, he wouldn’t be bad
to take. I mean, he does have a real nice face, and his body’s well-
built, and …”
“And his cock’s gorgeous, I know, I know,” Yvonne interrupted her.
“Listen, you horny little sex maniac, he may have been great when he
finally got with it, but that doesn’t mean you’re to start anything
going with a tramp like that. If you’re horny, I’ve got plenty of guys
who’d just love to come over and screw you. To say nothing of Carole
and me, incidentally.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not thinking about it,” Suzanne said soberly. “But I
just feel sorry for him. He could be a real nice kid, away from that
family and the neighborhood.”
“Well, you keep your altruistic feelings for those who deserve them,”
said Carole. “You’re not out of the woods yet, remember. If you have
your period, you can breathe easily. Oh, by the way, did you go to a
doctor?”
Suzanne shook her head. “No, I figured between Yvonne’s douche powder
and all that hot water, I’m probably okay.”
“Oh, well, so be it,” said Carole.
“She’s okay,” snapped Yvonne, “That stuff I gave her’d kill anything.
Besides do you think I’d have messed around with her last night if I
thought she had something?”
Suzanne reached into the oven and took out the ham.
“Mmm, that smells divine,” said Carole. “Are we eating now?”
“We sure are. Gather round.”
Within minutes, they were all settled round the table, helping
themselves to the spread of ham, vegetables and steaming hot coffee.
Yvonne looked at Suzanne and smiled affectionately.
“Anyone who can whomp up a dinner like this deserves to be married,”
she said softly. “Sam’s a lucky guy.”
Suzanne smiled happily. “I hope you’re right. I just hope he gets back
soon. I’m ready for him now. Oh, God, am I ready!”
The last plate had been washed and put away, and they relaxed in the
living room, each with another cup of coffee. Carole closed her eyes
and sighed contentedly.
“Oh, that was wonderful. You don’t know how I appreciate it, Suzanne. I
was in no mood to cook.”
“It was good, wasn’t it?” said Suzanne. “Ham’s one of my favorites, and
it’s so easy to fix, too.”
“Was it a kosher ham, dear?” asked Yvonne evilly, and they all laughed.
“Which reminds me,” she continued, inhaling deeply from her ever-
present cigarette. “I went with this kosher guy once. You know, I do
believe there’s a difference in having sex with a circumcised guy and
one who’s not.”
“Yvonne!!”
Carole’s voice exploded across the room.
“Relax, I’m just reminiscing,” she said imperturbably. “But I have
found when they’ve had something cut off their cock, they don’t seem as
aggressive. Maybe I’d feel the same way if I had half my tits removed.”
“If you had half your tits removed, dear,” said Carole calmly. “You
could join the men’s swimming team.”
“Bitch!”
Suzanne laughed, enjoying the pleasant banter between them, their
obvious affection showing through the exchange of insults.
“When I’ve had your experience, darling, then maybe I can pass
judgment,” said Yvonne. “I guess I’d better keep my mouth shut. But you
know me and sex. It’s my favorite subject.”
She mashed her cigarette out and looked in the package.
“Oh, damn, I’m out. Carole …”
“Hm …”
“Be a doll and run down to our place and get me a new pack. They’re on
the dresser.”
Carole sighed, and slowly got to her feet.
“What’s in it for me, huh?”
Yvonne smirked. “I’ll be extra sexy tonight. I may even use the dildo
on you.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“Come on, Suzanne, I’ll help you wash the coffee cups,” said Yvonne,
gathering them and moving to the kitchen.
She and Suzanne walked into the kitchen as Carole unlocked the front
door and left the apartment.
“I love the way you two bitch at each other,” remarked Suzanne as they
stood by the sink. “I never dreamed you were as close. I mean, I never
thought two girls could get that way, you know what I mean?”
Yvonne nodded.
“Yup. We have our knock-down-drag-outs but as a rule, we get along
pretty well. You see …” Her voice softened … “We love each other.
That makes a big difference. You can put up with a little shit once in
a while because the other times make up for it. And believe me, I know
I’m not easy to live with.”
Suzanne turned the faucet on full-blast and rinsed the cups and
saucers. Above the noise, she heard Yvonne say something.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” she said, turning off the water and
reaching for the dishtowel.
“I said: you’ll find out when you start living with Sam.”
Suzanne giggled. “You mean marry him or live with him?”
“Either. Though I suspect you’ll probably live with him for a while
now. After all, it’s good to try the merchandise before buying.”
“You’re goddamn right, sister!”
They both whirled, and standing in the doorway was Ted. Behind him, his
white teeth splitting his black face from ear to ear, was Clayton, and
next to him Donald.
Suzanne felt a scream welling up inside her, and before she could utter
a sound Yvonne’s voice boomed out.
“You motherfuckers get the hell out of here.”
From the living room they heard Carole’s footsteps on the stairs, and
Yvonne shouted out.
“Carole, run. Get the police.”
Clayton turned, and they heard his footsteps across the living room,
and Carole’s scream. A moment later he dragged her inside, and the
front door slammed behind them. The click of the lock as Clayton turned
it sounded like an explosion.
“Now, chicky-babies, it’s time for dessert,” said Clayton, his dark
eyes staring humorously around them.
“Oh, God,” whispered Suzanne. “We forgot the door.”
“You sure did,” said Ted. “But that wouldn’t’ve stopped us.”
They stared at each other. Suzanne had backed away, and Yvonne stood,
her hands on her hips, her face a picture of contempt. Carole, pinned
in Clayton’s strong arm, his hand over her mouth, was struggling
violently.
“You better calm down, baby, or you’ll feel my hand real hard,” he said
softly. Her eyes widened and she stopped moving.
“Thass better,” said Clayton. “And now I guess we can have our little
party. It sure’s gonna be nice this way.” He turned to Ted and grinned.
“There’s one for each of us now. Oh, baby, there’s nothin’ better’n an
orgy.”
Yvonne opened her mouth and the beginnings of a scream emerged, but Ted
stepped forward, and with a quick movement he belted her across the
cheek. She staggered back against the wall.
“You get the message?” he drawled. “Now listen here. No one’s gonna get
hurt, as long as you spread your legs. Okay?” He stared at Suzanne.
“Hi, there. How’s that hot little cunt tonight?”
Suzanne was petrified. She found she couldn’t move. Her voice had
disappeared. Inside her she felt her heart pounding so hard she thought
she was going to faint. Finally, a whispered plea emerged from her
lips.
“Please … oh, Please …”
Clayton’s booming laugh echoed around the room.
“You see, jest like I said she would: she’s pleading for it again. Oh,
baby, and you’re gonna git it, every inch of it right up that nice
white pussy. And that’s only for starters.”
Ted reached out and grabbed Suzanne’s wrist, jerking her forward.
Numbly she let herself be pushed into the living room. Clayton heaved
Carole into Donald’s waiting arms, and closed his long thick fingers
around Yvonne’s arm.
“Come on, baby, let’s get this show on the road.”
“You take your filthy hands off me,” snapped Yvonne. “You goddamn
nigger.”
Clayton’s eyebrows rose, and his mouth grinned evilly.
“Oh, oh, sounds like another Grosse Pointer,” he said. “Or mebbe from
Dearborn? Well, baby, you’re gonna find out it doesn’t rub off.”
He dragged her into the living room, where Donald was holding Carole
and Ted was gripping Suzanne. The boys all looked at one another.
“Okay, last one in’s a cocksucker,” said Clayton, and with one hand he
seized Yvonne’s robe and ripped it down, leaving her standing naked,
her eyes flashing at him with hate. She opened her mouth, but before
she could scream his hand had belted her violently, and she fell to the
floor.
“Like I said, no noise, no trouble,” said Clayton.
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It’s been a few weeks my dick was inside Juliana in Vinny’s room during that sleepover. I couldn’t stop thinking about that, but there was another thing on my mind. For some reason, I found myself getting hard in the pants whenever I talked to this girl in my class, Jackie. Jackie was really hot, and she was my age, 2 years older than Juliana. She was tanned more than Juliana, and was a few inches shorter than me. She had smaller breasts than Juliana, but not by much. Her legs were longer and her ass was a bit bigger. To top it all off, I could have sworn that I caught her looking at me a bunch of times during class. What was I to do…..?
It was Monday now, and I was doodling in my notebook. My history teacher’s voice droned on and on, and I could tell that nobody was actually listening to him. Once he announced a group assignment though, everybody got up quickly and began looking for a partner. My mind was set as soon as I got up.
“Hey Jackie! Wanna be my partner?” I asked.
“Chris! Uh, sure, why not,” she answered.
In my head, I thanked God. “So, uh, wanna meet up at my house after school? We can walk if you want.”
“Sure. Sounds good Chris,” she said, going back to her seat with a smile. I looked hard and thought I saw her blushing.
At 2:30 school ended, and we started walking home. I offered to carry her bookbag for her, which she gladly let me do, giving me a ‘thank-you’ hug in the process. I felt her chest rub against me and I no longer realized I had to carry two backpacks all the way home. Once we got to my house, we went inside and I remembered that nobody was home today. Both of my parents were working late. I put our bags down near the door, and hung up our sweaters.
“Hey, I’ll be right back down. I’m just gonna go change really quick. Make yourself at home,” I told her.
She nodded and went to sit down on the couch. I jogged upstairs, and quickly changed. I quickly thought about carrying Jackie up here, laying her on my bed, and fucking her however she wanted to be fucked. I laughed to myself, and reminded myself that she was here for a school project, nothing more. I focused on losing my hard-on, and then I jogged back downstairs. The TV was on, and Jackie was sitting on the couch with one leg folded over the other. Her skirt was really high on her leg, and I could feel my boner coming back, so I quickly sat down near her.
“So, do you actually wanna work today or just watch a movie or something? I mean, we have weeks to do this thing,” I told her.
“Haha. Watching a movie sounds much better than History any day. What movies you have?” she asked.
I got up and gave her a selection of DVD’s. She chose “Not Another Teen Movie”, probably one of my favorite comedies ever.
As the movie went on, we talked casually. When she asked certain questions or we joked about sex-related things, I could tell she was flirting with me. I was acting funny, and had her laughing for a long time. Vinny called my cell phone 10 minutes into the movie, but I didn’t pick up. Towards the end of the movie, Jackie turned on the couch to face me.
“Hey Chris. I have a question,” she asked.
“Shoot.”
“Well…I’m not really sure how to ask you. I..uh…well I kindalikeyou,” she said very quickly, blushing.
I looked at her for a second, and then I smiled.
“I like you too Jackie,” I told her.
Her eyes lit up.
“You do? I…Uh, would you wanna go out with me?” she asked.
“Of course I would,” I told her, moving closer to her, and hugging her.
She hugged me back, and I felt that chest again. My dick was getting hard in my shorts, but it was hard to tell while I was sitting down. I put my hands on the sides of Jackie’s head and slowly went in for the kiss. I could tell she was nervous, but she kissed me back. It was great. My tongue searched her mouth, and I could tell she was very new at this. I backed off for a second.
“Jackie, we’re alone here. You know, we can do anything. Whatever you want. If you ever wanted to experiment with any kind of…well you know, we can do it here. I mean, you’re my girlfriend now, right?” I told her.
“Well, I’ve never had sex before, Chris,” she said.
“We don’t have to have, you know, intercourse sex. There are…other things…” I said softly.
Jackie got up onto her knees on the couch, and gave me a perfect view of the front of her body. Her firm tits were protruding under her school uniform, and her skirt was rolled up high so I could see her thighs. She crawled onto me, and sat on my thighs, facing me. She wrapped her legs around my back.
“Let’s do something,” she said seductively. She reminded me so much of Juliana. Her hand moved from my nose, to my chin, to my chest, to my cock. As soon as her hand made its way that far down, I couldn’t control my boner any more, and it popped up, making a tent in my shorts.
“Chris! You’re…uh…your dick is…big!” she said, giggling.
I laughed. “It’s not even out yet.”
She slid off the couch and kneeled between my open legs. She slowly pulled my shorts down until only my boxers were on. My cock was about to explode through the slit in my boxers, so she helped it out. Her hand was so small and smooth. It was cold also, which my dick throb in her hand.
“Chris. I…I’ve never seen one of these before. Uh…what do I do?” she asked innocently.
“You can stroke it and jerk me off. Or you can put your mouth on it and suck it. Whatever you feel comfortable doing baby. But please do something quick. You’re hand feels really good just touching me.” I told her.
She looked at my erection in her hand, and she decided to stroke me. She moved her hand up and down and squeezed just tightly enough. She wasn’t as good as Juliana, but she was still great. Once she got into a rhythm, she got really good. She twisted her wrist with each stroke, making her whole palm rub my entire shaft. I advised her to spit in her hand for lube, which she also did. The feeling and noise of her jacking me off was great.
“Jackie, you’re good at this! Uh…oh yea…” I moaned for her, smiling.
She beamed back at me. “Really? I’m lucky I guess.”
She stopped stroking for a second, and quickly bent her head down. I shot up on the couch, not expecting this at all. My hands rested on her head softly, as I bent over her head and moaned in pleasure. She was sucking me off, and my entire cock was in her mouth. I had expected her to take it very slowly at first, and boy was I wrong.
“G…God! Jackie…! Oh that feels amazing…uh…” was all I could let out, breathing hard. I rested my back on the couch, leaving my hands on the back of her head.
She pulled off my dick, smiling, with a bit of drool on her lips.
“I knew guys must like that,” was all she said, as she resumed her amazing deepthroat.
My cock was wet, and she moved her head up and down rapidly now. When she went up, I could see all of her saliva on my shaft making it gleam. Her hands were on my thighs, and I fondled her tits with my hands. She slowly starting rubbing my legs with her hands, and she added her tongue to the blowjob. She sucked my dick hard so her mouth tightened around my entire shaft. She picked her head up and looked into my eyes as she sucked my dick, really turning me on. She backed off for a second, jerked me hard using all that spit and precum as lube. Her hand was cool compared to my throbbing cock, and she was jacking my shaft hard and fast. I started breathing hard, and i saw she was really into this. She was looking intently at my cock, jerking it with a perfect balance of speed and grip. She eventually stopped and continued sucking me off a little at a time to get me wet again. I looked at her, and decided I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Jackie, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned.
She backed off my dick just as I shot a burst of my spunk onto her face. The second one was softer and it landed short, on her chest, clearly visible on her navy-blue uniform. I continued overflowing on her hand, and she moved her mouth close to my cum-covered cock. She licked softly, swallowed, and made a face.
“You don’t like it? You don’t have to swallow baby. That was amazing…” I told her.
She smiled and said, “I love you Chris. Now can you please do something to me?”
I smiled and breathed hard. I thought to myself, ‘What an amazing girl..’. I pulled her school uniform over her head, revealing her beautiful breasts covered by a sexy black bra. Just as I began to unstrap it, I heard a knock at the door.
“Shit…who can that be?” I said aloud. “Jackie, go up to my room for a second. Please, I’ll be right there.”
She smiled, took her clothes, and ran upstairs. I quickly put on some clothes and opened the door to see…Juliana?!
She came inside quickly.
“Chris, I called you before but you didn’t pick up! I need you! I haven’t masturbated for a week now…please give me your cock,” she begged, looking amazing.
My mouth opened, but no words came out. Juliana got on her knees and ripped my shorts down to my feet. She pulled my now limp cock out of my boxers and began sucking it.
“Hey, wait a second! This tastes like cum already! Have you been jerking off Chris?” she asked, looking sad.
“I only just started Jules. Please, go ahead and finish the job…Uh…” I said, pushing her head on my cock softly.
Now this blowjob was even better than Jackie’s! Juliana deepthroated me right away, and then bobbed up and down quickly, scooping me up and slurping loudly with her tongue. For 14, this girl could be a porn star! She quickly took off her tank top, and I rubbed her breasts softly as she moaned while sucking me off. My cock was not fully hard in her mouth, which actually made it feel even better. It was squishing around in there, her cheeks and tongue pushing it from all sides and her saliva acting as the perfect lubricant. She sucked hard, and my soft cock expanded into the back of her throat. I felt her swallowing all the precum that was slowly coming from my cock. Before I knew it, I was at my limit.
“Jules…slow down or I’m gonna cum,” I said.
She backed off and smiled. “That was quick. You must have jerked off for quite a while. So, what do you wanna do while your cock’s recovering?” she asked.
I grabbed her hand and led her upstairs, my cock still hanging out of my boxers. Jackie was on my bed, her bra back on, watching TV. She looked at us in shock.
“Ch…Chris? What’s going on? Is that Vinny’s sister?” Jackie sputtered, not knowing what was going on.
I explained to both Jackie and Juliana the story, and told Jackie that Juliana was really awesome and that the three of us could have a really good time right here.
“I…I guess it could be fun,” Jackie agreed.
Juliana smiled, and added “Of course it’ll be fun.”
I went to sit on the bed near Jackie, as Juliana knelt down between my legs again, this time pulling my boxers down all the way. Jackie joined her down their, and they began to suck me off together. This was the best blowjob that I had ever had. Juliana took her turn first, sucking my head hard while jacking off my shaft quickly with her hand. While she was doing this, Jackie was in a perfect position under her, sucking and licking my balls softly. When I lightly pulled Juliana’s head off my dick, breathing hard, Jackie replaced her. She bobbed her head quickly sucking 3-4 inches of me at a time. This was good, and I could hold back my cum for a longer time while Jackie was blowing me. Juliana removed her shirt and unstrapped her bra quickly, climbing onto the bed behind me. She rubbed her chest on my back while massaging my balls and rubbing the insides of my legs. This was amazing: two girls at once! When Jackie stopped sucking me, Juliana moved to my front, and began rubbing my cock with her tits. They felt so good going in such a perfect, rhythmic motion. Juliana quickly saw a bottle of baby oil on my dresser, got it, and rubbed it all around the insides of her tits. She then continued titty-fucking me, but the lube made it feel much better. My dick was so smooth going over her already smooth tits that it reminded me of the short time I had spent in her pussy. Jackie kissed me and put her tits in my face for me to lick. I had to stop Juliana after about a minute, feeling ready to explode.
“Oh…okay guys. Let me do something for you guys now!” I said, smiling.
I stood up, my dick straight out, and pulled a condom out of my drawer. Slipping it on over my cock, I asked who wanted to go first. Juliana quickly stepped up to the plate and bent over, her ass inches from my cock. I slowly grabbed her hips and pushed into her. My meat stretched her asshole a little, but I quickly got a good pace going, thrusting and pulling back. Leaning over onto the bed, her moans of pleasure were drowned out in the mattress. Jackie looked on, rubbing her pussy through her panties. Juliana’s ass was tight around my dick, and I felt her enveloping me. I thought to myself that this wasn’t as good as her pussy, but hey, it was still ass. I started pounding her hard, building up my orgasm. I grabbed her hips harder and pushed as deep as possible into her a few times. She was moaning very loudly now, so after 5 minutes, ready to cum, I pulled out. Juliana, leaning over the bed, tried to stand straight but couldn’t at the moment so she lay down on the bed, panting. Her naked body, wet with perspiration, looked amazing. She rubbed her tits as Jackie stepped up to my dick.
“Chris, it’s my first time so go slow,” she said meekly, before bending over.
Her ass was an inch from my cock and I stared at it. It was bigger than Juliana’s, and thus I could get a better grip. I slowly pushed into her, and my cock went in smoothly. I saw Jackie grab the sheets very hard as I pushed in all the way, and pumped. I went slowly but went in deep each time. I pumped in and out for about a minute until she got used to it. Then I went faster. She moaned loudly, and the sounds made my cock even harder. I was loving this. Juliana moved towards Jackie’s face and spread her legs, making her pussy a clear sight for me. It was beautiful, and I wanted to cum right then and there but I held back. I bent over Jackie’s back and grabbed her tits. Hugging her chest, I penetrated into her deeper and harder than before. I pounded into her the same as i had just done to Juliana. I grabbed Jackie’s tits firmly and used my arms hugging her to push harder into her. I could tell she was cumming by her ass contracting on my dick. Panting over her, I pulled out after a few more seconds.
“It’s awesome, isn’t it Jackie?” Juliana said, smiling.
“God yea! I love this!” she said, still breathing hard and bending over. She rubbed her asshole and tried to stand up straight.
I lay down on the bed, my head on the pillow. Juliana took the wet condom off my dick, replacing it with a fresh one. She then stood up on the bed, and proceeded to sit, with her pussy, on my erected cock!
“Ju…Jules! I thought that was out-of-bounds!” I said.
“Oh, fuck it. Let’s go!” she said, moving her hips to get my cock all the way in.
She sat down all the way, my 8 ½ inch meat completely enveloped by her pussy. She grabbed her chest and swung back and forth, moving her hips. The feeling was amazing. She moved up and down slightly, giving me the feeling of some kind of handjob or blowjob, but she also moved back and forth, making me feel like nothing before! I reached up to touch her tits, and I massaged them for her. She moaned and continued riding my dick. Within 2 minutes, she was cumming. She lay down on my chest and remained there for another minute, breathing hard and licking my nipples, her eyes closed, my dick still in her pussy.
“Chris….that was great…” she let out.
Jackie told us that her pussy wasn’t ready for today, so I smiled and told her it was fine. I resumed my position sitting on the edge of the bed, and both Juliana and Jackie slid down in between my legs. This time Jackie pulled off the condom, and took me into her mouth. By now I was doing all I could not to bust down her throat right then. I slightly thrusted my hips into her throat, my cock head very far down. Her saliva swirled around my shaft, making soft slurping noises. She backed off after a minute and let Juliana get to work. Juliana started off sucking my head and jacking off my shaft very quickly. This made me grab her head and push down, so she stopped jacking me off and started a deepthroat. She made loud slurping noises and bobbed her head up to my head and down to the base of my shaft around 10 times. Then she pulled off and started to give me a good titty fucking, using saliva as lube. As she stroked me with her tits I lost control, and my orgasm exploded. The first jet of cum splashed over her tits, and she quickly put my head in her mouth and jerked my shaft again. I filled her mouth with cum until it dribbled out of her cheeks, and then she backed off. Jackie came up, took a shot of cum in the face, and put 4 inches of my meat in her mouth. She rubbed my balls as I filled her mouth up too. I put my hands on the back of her head and thrusted, letting the last of my cum out. When Jackie pulled off, they both opened their mouths, FULL of cum. They both had the most cum I had ever seen in their mouths, and I was really impressed at how much I had shot out today. I doubted they would swallow all that, but Juliana started by gulping it down. In one shot. The sight made me spurt one last little stream of cum which landed on Jackie’s tits. Juliana was quick to suck it all off, making sure to lick and suck Jackie’s still hard nipples. The sight was great. Jackie had a harder time swallowing all the cum, and she lost quite a bit of it to the floor, but she got most of it down. Watching them swallowing made me want to cum just a little bit more, so i grabbed the back of Juliana’s head and pushed it onto my cock, which was now soft. She sucked voluntarily, and i could feel a little bit of cum starting to build up again. She sucked my soft dick hard, making it stretch along the contours of her mouth. As i started to get slightly hard, Jackie came up to Juliana and started licking her tits. I was ready, and i shot 2 more bursts into Juliana’s mouth, as she deepthroated my dick and swallowed instantly. I fell down on my back onto the bed, breathing hard and sweating.
“Guys…I love you so much,” was all I could say, closing my eyes.
At the same time, they both replied, “We’re definitely doing this again tomorrow!”
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A young virgin is introduced to the world of domintation and submission, fear overtakes her but will she hate it as much as she thinks she will…………………………………………..
As I finished taking the boxes inside my new home, a female voice startled me. “Hey, how are you?”. As I turned, I saw one of the most gorgeous women I have ever laid eyes on. Her beautiful dark blond hair and clearly visible long tanned legs distracted me from noticing the perky breasts that jutted from her Lacoste shirt. “Hi, I’m Courtney” she told me.I introduced myself and she told me that she lived in the house across the street. “Maybe I’ll see you in campus”, she continued to say. My conversation was on autopilot, since I was in sheer awe of the goddess in front of me. As she walked off, I noticed her beautiful round ass that was clearly noticeable from her tennis skirt.
I could not stop thinking about her and the next day, as I walked into my Marketing class, I saw her sitting there. “Hey, how are you?” she asked me with her innocent voice. I managed to take the seat next to her and the professor assigned those seats for the rest of the semester. I was lucky enough to get that coveted seat. Now I could work on her.
When the first test came, I offered to arrange a study session together. She accepted and I was thrilled. That night, she came over to study. However, she brought along another person. It was her roommate, Wyatt, who was also in our class. The minute I saw him, the word “cock-block” came to mind.
We studied for about an hour when we took a break. Courtney went into the kitchen and pull out some beers that I had in the fridge. One beer became two and later three and four. By the sixth beer, we were all in no condition to study. This is when it happened. “You know, I noticed the way you looked at me when we first met and how you look at me in class. It’s time to make your dream come true”. I was in cloud nine and managed to pinch myself to see if this was a dream.
We both went to my room and started kissing in the dark. But then, I felt as if another person was in the room. Yes, Wyatt had come along and was caressing her hair as she gave me a passionate kiss. This was the first time I ever had sex with another woman with another man in the room but I said Fuck It, I was too damn hot for her. I managed to open her shirt and noticed that she had no bra. I slowly worked my mouth down to her breast and sucked her fully erect nipple. I then saw Wyatt do the same thing but with her other breast.
We all stripped and Courtney laid down on the bed. Wyatt positioned himself between her legs and started pumping his cock deep in her shaved pussy. She started moaning with pleasure and motioned me over to her. She then started sucking my dick. She played expertly with the head and gave it long strokes with her tongue. After several minutes of this, Wyatt let off a moan and I knew he had come. Right after that, I emptied my spunk into her mouth. She continued to suck me dry and swallowed the rest of my load.
I then moved into her pussy and sucking on it. Her love juices combined with Wyatt’s semen made it a tasty treat. I continued to lick her clit and pussy until she let out a moan and I knew she was coming. It was time to fuck her. As I inserted my throbbing dick into her cunt, I moaned with pleasure. Although her canal was slick from her juices, I could feel her tightness around my dick. As I fucked Courtney, I looked up to see Wyatt jerking off to the sight. The look of pleasure on both of them made me blow the load of a lifetime deep into Courtney’s pussy.
As I watched Wyatt jerking off, I suddenly had the urged to suck his cock. I approached my head to his muscular chest and drove my tongue down his treasure trail and took his dick in his mouth. I’m not gay, but his dick tasted incredible. I explored the velvet head with my mouth and proceeded to suck his organ. He then moved me towards him in a sort of 69 position and took my cock in his mouth. He sucked me as good as any woman. It was not long as he squeezed my ball and I filled his mouth with semen, my third orgasm of the night. He came right after that and his warm juice filled my mouth. I swallowed what I could and shared the rest with Courtney’s hungry mouth.
After this first experience, we have had more study-and-fuck sessions. As they say, every day you learn something new.
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Sara needs to be fitted out for the game, but she has no idea what is being fitted, teh game, or even why. A little bit of mind play, restriction and sensations.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in Victorious and have no association with anyone involved in the show.
Author’s Note: This story takes place after the Cat tells Jade a joke video for theslap.com. Look it up, it’s cute.
Keywords: Ff, Oral
Victorious: Corrupting Cat Part 2
by King O Porn
“Are you sure I finished telling you my joke?” Cat asked, feeling very confused.
“Yes, it was hilarious.” Jade murmured dismissively as she guided Cat by the hand into the bathroom and shut the door.
Frowning Cat tried to think back. She’d tried to wake Jade up with a funny joke, but she’d tried and failed to tell it so many times, and then Jade laughed… so she must have finished telling it, right? Or was Jade being mean to her again? Sometimes, like now, Cat’s head got all confused which frustrated her, and when she tried to ask questions to clear up her confusion people dismissed her or distracted her and it was kind of irritating. This time she didn’t mind though as once the door to the bathroom was shut Jade pulled Cat into her arms.
Expecting a kiss Cat closed her eyes and lent forward ever so slightly. Instead she felt Jade’s soft hands cupping her face and Jade’s forehead pressing against her own. When Cat opened her eyes she found Jade staring right at her with a concerned look Cat had rarely seen before, and certainly never when there were other people around.
“Listen very carefully to me Cat.” Jade said softly but firmly, “I want you to promise me you’ll never try and wake me up again.”
Cat smiled, “K, K.”
“Seriously Cat. Never again.” Jade said sternly, her tone softening as she added, “I have a lot of bad dreams, and… well, I… one time I gave Beck a black eye and I never, ever want to do that to you. I can’t stand the thought of hurting you. So you seriously have to remember this. Do. Not. Wake. Me. Up. Again. Do you understand?”
There was a brief pause and then Cat nodded, “I promise Jade.”
Jade smiled softly, stared into Cat’s big brown eyes for what felt like an eternity, then lent down to kiss the smaller girl.
It certainly hadn’t been a lie. Most of Jade’s dreams were nightmares which she remembered vividly the moment she woke up only to forget them seconds later. As a result she was mostly fine when waking up of her own accord, but was a little unpredictable when being awoken. And while she’d only hurt Beck a few times it was a few times too many, and Jade did not want to let history repeat itself, least of all with her innocent little friend. However as much as she hated the thought of physically hurting Cat, and as bad as some of her dreams were, Jade had a selfish reason for not wanting to be woken up, that being if she didn’t get a full nights sleep Jade would end up being very, very cranky. Or at least a lot more than usual. Of course her not being cranky would be a good thing for Cat as well, so in a way she was still thinking of the redhead.
The good news was that despite being awoken early Jade wasn’t feeling that cranky because once that irritating video was done and she had thrown Cat’s brother out of the room she’d had an idea, one she was about to put into action. Just as soon as she was done kissing Cat.
While Jade had been lost in thought Cat’s mind was refreshingly clear as she focused on the heaven that was Jade’s lips on her own.
It was such a gentle kiss. Even when Jade slid her tongue into Cat’s mouth things remained gentle, Cat honestly thinking she was going to melt away from the pure happiness she was feeling. Well, not pure happiness as she was feeling other things too, things she wasn’t quite sure how to name yet, but they felt… good. Like, the way Jade made her feel last night.
Before Cat could really analyse those feelings she felt herself being gently pushed backwards. She let herself be pushed without complaint, and even though she banged her head a little against the wall behind her Cat kind of liked being pressed against it. She liked Jade’s body pressing more firmly against her own even more, the redhead barely noticing Jade reaching out to lock the bathroom door as the kissing became ever so slightly rougher. Hungrier. For a second Cat feeling as if she was being devoured. Then it was over, and Cat was disappointed.
“Kitty, when do your parents normally wake up again?” Jade asked huskily.
“Well, that depends. Sometimes my brother-” Cat trailed off as Jade gave her a look, “Erm… in about an hour, I guess.”
Jade smiled, “Good. Get in the shower.”
Cat frowned, “But won’t my pyjamas get all wet?”
Jade raised an eyebrow, smiled and then in a slightly patronising tone said, “You know what, you’re right. You better take them off.”
Cat blushed, opened her mouth, and then closed it again.
“If it’ll make you feel more comfortable, here.” Jade whispered huskily as she quickly pulled off her navy blue pyjama top, “This way we can both be naked.”
Again Cat blushed, initially looking away but her eyes were drawn to Jade’s big boobs like a moth to a flame. She knew staring was rude and she tried not to do it, but Cat couldn’t help herself, her eyes so focused that she barely noticed Jade pulling off her black pyjama bottoms and green socks.
“Now you.” Jade practically growled, grabbing Cat’s flowery pyjama top and pulling it up over the other girl’s head.
Still dazed from the sight of Jade’s boobs Cat just stood still and allow Jade to undress her, lifting her arms up when necessary and stepping out of her flowery pyjama bottoms once the Goth had pushed them down her legs.
Jade was unable and unwilling to resist the urge to pull Cat into her arms once they were both naked and kiss the other girl gently. She kept it soft and gentle, and didn’t even add her tongue into the mix. Not that she didn’t want too, she did so, so badly, but with their naked flesh pressed against each other it was an incredible struggle for Jade not to just shove Cat against the wall, slam her fingers inside the smaller girl and fuck her as hard as she could. So Jade kept the kiss soft and gentle, just enjoying the feeling of Cat’s naked body in her arms for a few long seconds.
Then Jade broke the kiss, gently but firmly grabbed hold of Cat’s hand and guided the redhead wordlessly into the shower.
Initially the water was cold, Cat letting out this cute little squeak when the water hit her skin and hugged Jade for comfort, burying her face in Jade’s chest in a way in which probably shouldn’t have turned Jade on as much as it did. It couldn’t be helped though. Cat just had this weird effect on her.
Jade allowed Cat to keep hugging her for a few moments after the water heated up, then she pressed her lips against Cat’s head and softly whispered, “Cat, I want you to do something for me.”
There was a brief pause, Cat waiting for Jade to continue. When she didn’t Cat looked up into Jade’s beautiful eyes and softly said, “I’ll do anything you want.”
With a smile Jade said, “I wanna wash you. Because if last night proved anything you are a very dirty, dirty girl.”
Cat blushed, both at Jade’s words and the fact that her friend’s smile turned more devious midsentence, but she still nodded her head and croaked, “Ok.”
Smiling wickedly again Jade gently pushed Cat backwards so she was directly underneath the showerhead. Cat closed her eyes to protect them from the water, then giggled as she felt Jade’s hands in her hair and massaging her scalp. That giggle faded away quickly as Cat was surprised just how nice it felt to have Jade washing her hair, and the way Jade rubbed shampoo into her hair before washing it out made her feel kind of funny. Sort of like the way Jade made her feel last night.
This continued after Jade had finished washing Cat’s hair, the Goth grabbing a washcloth and beginning to slide it all over Cat’s body. It was mostly slow, Jade looking into Cat’s eyes as she washed her face with the cloth before moving it down to Cat’s neck and then down to her sides, arms and flat little tummy. The funny feelings then got stronger as Jade washed her back, the taller girl spending a long time doing that before kneeling down to spend even longer sliding that cloth up and down Cat’s legs. That had Cat biting her lip, wishing she had the courage to tell Jade what she wanted. Cat wasn’t even totally sure what she wanted, but Jade knew, which was why after a while Cat softly whimpered, “Jade… please…”
“Please what Kitty?” Jade asked softly, pretending like she didn’t know exactly what Cat wanted.
There were numerous subtle signs, but in that position Jade’s face was literally only a few inches away from Cat’s cunt and the dark haired girl could clearly see her friend’s arousal. She could smell it too, the scent so intoxicating that Jade probably wouldn’t have been able to resist burying her tongue deep inside the redhead if Cat had only had the courage to ask. But the girl was still far too innocent for that, instead Cat just blushing and looking away.
Again Jade smiled and moved the washcloth up to Cat’s tight little tush, spending a lot longer than necessary on those soft yet firm cheeks. Jade even squeezed and caressed them, and why not? It wasn’t like her intentions were innocent, and no matter how naive Cat could be sometimes she wasn’t an idiot. She had to know what was going on, didn’t she?
Just in case there was any doubt Jade stood up and moved up to Cat’s perky little titties, staring deep into the other girl’s eyes for several long seconds. Then she kissed her, the two girls quickly becoming lost in the serious display of affection which only became more heated as time went on.
Cat caught Jade by surprise as her tongue slid across the Goth’s lips, asking permission to enter. Rather than granting it the dark haired girl pushed her own tongue into the redhead’s mouth, Jade quickly bullying Cat’s tongue into submission with her own.
In all the excitement Jade dropped the washcloth, somewhat messing with her plan to use that as an openly flimsy excuse to touch Cat’s pussy. Of course Jade could simply reach down and grab the cloth, but at this point she was far to horny for even any pretence of subtlety. So instead Jade slid her hand down Cat’s body to the other girl’s pussy, causing her friend to break the kiss with a gasp as the Goth’s hand brushed against her sensitive downstairs lips.
After pausing briefly to smile at this latest development Jade whispered softly, “Cat, do you ever touch yourself?”
“Huh?” Cat murmured softly, looking up at Jade.
“Do you ever touch yourself?” Jade repeated ever so slightly louder before elaborating, “Have you ever rubbed this cute little pussy of yours while in here? Huh? Maybe stuck a finger inside it, fucked yourself until you came?”
“No.” Cat blushed furiously.
“How about at school?” Jade pushed with a grin, “Have you ever snuck into the toilets for a little personal time? Or maybe a empty classroom? Or maybe the janitor’s closet? Huh? Have you ever fingered your little pussy in there, just hoping someone would come find you in there and give you a nice hard fucking?”
“No, no, no, no, I would never!” Cat said in a tone which made Jade think that maybe, just maybe while she’d never done it innocent little Cat had thought about it. Or at least was thinking about it now.
Which kind of brought Jade to her next question, “But you have done it before, haven’t you Cat?”
There was a pause, then Cat blushed, lowered her head then shook it.
“Never ever?” Jade asked, not really surprised when innocent little Cat shook her head again, “Well, that will have to change.”
Quickly grabbing Cat’s right hand Jade brought it up to her mouth and wrapped her lips around Cat’s index and middle finger for a brief sucking. Then Jade guided that hand down to Cat’s sex, making sure those saliva covered fingers came in direct contact with the other girl’s pussy lips.
“See… doesn’t that feel good Kitten?” Jade asked while guiding Cat’s fingers up and down her own pussy lips, causing Cat to let out incredibly adorable little whimpers and squeaks.
“J, Jade, oooooooh, it, it, it feels soooooo ohhhhh…” Cat stammered, struggling to find the right word and finally settling with, “Naughty.”
“Naughty?” Jade repeated with a smirk before whispering in Cat’s ear, “That’s kind of the point Kitty Cat. Sometimes really naughty things feel really, really good. And I wanna make you feel good. Or in this case, teach you how to make yourself feel good. Will you do that for me Kitten? Will you let me teach you how to make yourself feel good?”
Cat blushed, lowered her head and bit her lip. She’d always been adventurous which was why she’d found out a long time ago that touching herself down there felt good. However it also felt naughty and forbidden, like she’d be a bad girl if she touched herself down there, so she’d always got embarrassed and stopped whenever she tried it, and mostly avoided the urge to do it at all.
In a way Jade touching her down there had still felt naughty and forbidden, but it had felt amazingly good, so much better than Cat doing it by herself, that the redhead had just let it happen. Cat in no way regretted that decision as Jade had made her feel things she had never dreamt of. But could Cat really do that to herself? Especially when just the thought of it made her all embarrassed and tingly? Then again, didn’t she promise to do anything for Jade? Was there really anything more important to her than that?
These thoughts buzzed around in Cat’s head in only a couple of seconds, though seconds seeming like they lasted a lifetime to both girls. Then, reaching a decision, Cat looked up into Jade’s eyes and said, “O, ok… w, w, w, what do you want me to do?”
Beaming one of her rare truly happy smiles Jade let go of Cat’s hand, which she’d stopped moving for that long few seconds, and said, “Just do what I was doing before.”
Again Cat hesitated, but ever so slowly she began moving her fingertips up and down of her own accord, her eyelids fluttering closed and a moan escaping her lips as she began touching her most intimate area.
“That’s it Kitten, good girl.” Jade praised happily, “Just like that touch your soft little kitty, Kitty. Make yourself purr.”
In an attempt to please Jade Cat literally purred. She giggled shortly after, but it quickly faded as her fingers brushed against her clit, leading her to moan loudly.
“Mmmmmm, good Kitty. Play with your little clitty.” Jade smiled wickedly, leaning in to whisper softly, “It feels good, doesn’t it Kit Kat? Touching your wet little pussy? Rubbing that tiny little clit? Feels good doesn’t it? Huh? Naughty and wrong, but so very right. And do you know what would make it feel even better? If you pushed a finger into that needy little hole of yours. Mmmmm, oh yeah, would you do that for me Kitten? Would you finger your little pussy for me? Push your finger deep inside your little pussy and thrust it in and out of you until you cum? Would you do that for me Kitty Cat? Please? It would be soooooo sexy. Please? Oh good girl!”
Once she started Cat couldn’t seem to stop touching her clit, which felt almost as amazing as when Jade had done it. That Jade was encouraging her to do it helped, however even with her best friend’s encouragement it still took Cat a while to find the courage to push a finger inside herself. When she finally did Cat let out a loud cry of pleasure which seem to echo throughout the room even above the noisy sound of the shower still pouring water down onto them. Then Jade kissed Cat, and for the following few minutes or however long it was Cat’s mind shut off entirely, the little redhead just enjoying what she was feeling.
As adorable as the sounds Cat was making were Jade couldn’t allow the other girl, or herself for that matter, to become too loud. That was why Jade was always careful to speak softly, and pay very close attention to how loud Cat was, and in the moments that followed she was sure to give the redhead a little kiss when ever she was getting too noisy.
Of course after the first kiss Jade pressed her finger to Cat’s lips and whispered, “Shhhhhh… quiet Kitty. Fuck your little pussy as quietly as you can. We don’t want to wake anyone, do we?”
Cat shook her head but predictably was unable to keep herself quiet. Jade dealt with that, although it was tempting not too. Sure if Jade was discovered showering with Cat she would probably be never allowed to return to the Valentine household, but the look on Cat’s parents’ faces might actually be worth it. Of course that would make repeat sessions with Cat tricky, which would be unacceptable.
Jade had originally planned to fuck Cat a couple of times, make her think that they were girlfriends and Jade loved her, then she would dump the other girl, breaking her heart and making her tougher in the process. But that would be so much more effective if Jade kept Cat as her little sex slave until they graduated. Besides, why would Jade pass up so many opportunities to see Cat like this?
Cat always looked cute, but with her eyes closed, her mouth open in a O of pleasure and her face a wash with bliss the girl looked downright sexy. And when she bit her lip, or let out one of those adorable sounds, or briefly opened her eyes to look at Jade somehow Cat looked so amazing Jade wasn’t even sure she could describe it.
It was even better when Cat came, the smaller girl’s body trembling under the force of her climax. Even as she kissed her forcefully Jade wasn’t sure she was able to keep Cat that quiet, although in that moment she didn’t care. She did however in the following moment when Cat collapsed forwards into her arms, Cat’s head resting against her chest, the other girl’s mouth almost but not quite touching her nipple.
Watching/encouraging innocent little Cat to touch herself had got Jade pretty wound up and it was a struggle for the Goth not to just grab the smaller girl’s her and forced her nipple into her mouth. Fortunately Jade was able to restrain herself, somewhat.
As she slowly recovered from that amazing feeling Jade had helped her feel Cat became aware of where she was again. Of course she hadn’t really moved, but it felt like she had been floating on fluffy clouds for quite a while, then there was this rainstorm and she had to bounce around from cloud to cloud for a little while, and she thought she was going to fall 1000 feet but Jade caught her. She saved her. She wrapped her arms around her and Cat had never felt more safe or loved. But she also felt what was becoming a very familiar tingle… and an urge to do something… to make Jade feel like she just helped her feel.
It took awhile for Cat to fully recover though, and in the meantime she snuggled into Jade’s big snuggly boobs. Cat remembered Jade had… grown up very quickly, and when she thought Jade was done growing she thought she looked very nice. Then Jade grew again, and her boobs got so, so big. Cat had just wanted to… do things to them. She wasn’t sure what, and she was pretty sure it would have been wrong, but she had wanted too. Then they had done stuff, and Jade had let Cat sleep curled up against her with her head on her chest which had been amazing, but now Cat wondered if she could do more.
With her energy finally returning Cat turned her head and placed a cautious kiss against one of Jade’s fleshy boobs. When she wasn’t scolded Cat did it again, and again, and again, covering Jade’s tits in gentle kisses. This made Jade moan softly, and go from gently stroking Cat’s hair to firmly guiding the redhead to her nipple. Happily taking the hint Cat closed her mouth around the little ball of flesh, desperately trying to remember everything Jade did to her boobs last night as she was guided back and forth.
It was pretty clear Jade was in charge and Cat kind of liked that. It took less pressure off of Cat if Jade showed her what she wanted.
Jade was even kind enough to tell her, “Mmmmmmm, that’s it Kitty Cat, suck my tits! Take them into that soft little mouth of yours and suck them! Mmmmmm ohhhhhhhh yessssss, lick them too ooooooooh Cat! Yes, good girl Cat! Mmmmmmmm, you’re such a good girl. Oooooooohhhhhhh yeahhhhh, my good little dyke. My personal little fuck toy who’s going to let me use her soft little mouth whenever I want. Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhh Kitten, mmmmmm you’re such a good tittie sucker! Oh gosh, lick them! Yeeeeeeessssssss, lick my nipple! Swirl your tongue around them, ohhhhhhhhh Gawwwwwd, oh yessssssss, oh Cat!”
The naughty words made Cat blush, but the more she suckled on Jade’s boobs the more lost Cat became, the redhead feeling as if with every passing second she slipped into a dreamlike state where the only thing that mattered to her was Jade’s boobs.
Jade became almost as lost in this act as Cat did. She tried to continue talking dirty, but she was very, very distracted.
When Jade had gone through her growth spurt she’d been annoyed at having to buy a whole new set of bras. She’d been even more annoyed at the new found attention she had gotten from boys and some girls, or those who have learnt not to gawk at her completely forgetting they were supposed to be afraid of her when they saw her new big boobs. However there were certain people Jade had enjoyed getting attention from, most of all, at least at the time, her boyfriend Beck. Finally he had stopped paying attention to Tori whenever he thought Jade wasn’t looking and, for a while at least, had only paid attention to her. She’d definitely liked that, even if he had a tendency to spend too much time on her tits.
Like Beck before her Cat spend a lot longer than Jade would have liked on her tits. However while part of Jade was just letting the other girl have her fun, as had been the case for Beck, now Jade found it tough to convince herself to ask or to make Cat go lower.
While Beck had seemed like he was doing what he wanted to do with Jade’s boobs it felt like Cat was genuinely trying to pleasure her. Like Cat was focused on Jade’s needs, while Beck had been focused on his own. And sure, Jade was giving Cat certain instructions however like last night Cat’s soft little mouth and tongue were proving to be naturally talented, sucking and licking Jade’s tits with a perfect amount of pressure to make the dark haired girl squirm with delight.
So for what seemed like an eternity Cat suckled on Jade’s breasts, both girls completely lost in it until Jade thought she was going to go crazy with need. That was when she was finally able to gently push down on Cat’s head.
Thankfully Cat took the hint, the redhead kissing her way down Jade’s flat stomach as she slowly got on her knees before the Goth. When she was in position Jade tightened her grip on the back of Cat’s head and pushed the other girl’s face into her cunt. Then for a few long minutes Jade’s mind went blank, the only thing that the poor Goth could do being moan and whimper in pleasure.
Last night Cat had immediately started lapping away at the yummy treat in between Jade’s legs because after tasting the other girl on her pyjama bottoms Cat had wanted to taste Jade right from the source as quickly as possible. This time Cat tried to savour the moment a little more, which was why she had taken the time to kiss down Jade’s tummy and why Cat’s very first lick was long and slow. However even though she tried really, really hard Cat wasn’t able to keep the following licks long and slow. Well, the couple that followed the first lick kind of were, but Cat’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own which tried to lap that Jade’s downstairs lips with ever increasing quickness.
Jade didn’t seem to mind, the girl who terrorised Hollywood Arts writhing underneath Cat’s tongue work. So much so that for a long while Jade could only moan and whimper, something which in a weird way made Cat feel kind of proud. After all Jade always seemed so confident and in control to Cat, which had certainly been the case for most of last night and this morning, so for Cat to be kind of in control was neat.
Of course Cat couldn’t really think that much about control, or about anything at all, when Jade’s downstairs lips was feeding her it’s heavenly nectar. With every drop that slid into Cat’s mouth and down her throat the redhead felt herself slipping away and being replaced by some girl who was obsessed with licking other girls down there. What was the word? Lesbian? Was that it?
As if she could hear her thoughts Jade answered Cat’s question when she began moaning, “Ohhhhhhhh Cat, ooooooooooh Kitty, ooooooohhhhhhh yessssssssss lick me! Lick my pussy! Mmmmmmmm, good girl. Good little lesbian. Mmmmmmmm, that’s what you are Kitten. A lesbian. A dirty little dyke who loves eating pussy, oooooooohhhhhhhh and I love it! I love how that soft little mouth of yours was made to eat pussy! Ahhhhhh gosh, that you’re a little rug muncher who belongs on her knees in front of other girls. Ooooooooohhhhhhhh Gawwwwwwwd Cat, you’re sooooooooo gooooooooddddddd, so good at this! Never stop! Never stop licking my pussy you beautiful little girl!”
Again the dirty words made Cat blush, but she couldn’t help pick out that one word again. Lesbian. That’s one of the things Jade kept calling her over and over. That and apparently this was something Cat was made for. It felt so natural that Cat believed her best friend, and if being a lesbian meant she got to be in between Jade’s thighs again doing what felt so right then that’s what Cat would be. A lesbian.
That was Cat’s last coherent thought as she became lost in what was quickly becoming her favourite activity ever, and it put a big grin on her face.
Jade wasn’t quite as accepting of the term. However she could no longer dismiss it outright. Sure, she’d had a boyfriend and had at one point loved him. Or at least Jade was pretty sure she had, it felt so long ago it was hard to remember, and Cat’s wicked little tongue wasn’t exactly helping her memory right now. But the point was that lately she’d been having these… feelings. Ok, maybe not so much lately as they were always there and when she was with Beck she’d mostly been able to ignore them, but now… no, Jade was straight. She was straight, she was straight, she was straight, she was straight, she was…
Suddenly Cat’s tongue slid inside her pussy, almost making Jade cum on the spot.
Ok, Jade thought to herself, maybe she was gay. Maybe. Or bi. Or maybe Cat was an exception. As in she was straight with one exception. Jade kind of liked that. But whether she was gay or just gay for Cat at that moment Jade didn’t care. Cat’s tongue was thrusting in and out of her cunt, causing such intense feelings of pleasure that Jade didn’t care about anything. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Jade lost the ability to worry about her own sexuality, or any other worries, but she obviously cared about her own pleasure, and for some reason she cared about Cat’s, so much so she found herself doing something about it.
“Touch yourself Kitty!” Jade growled softly, “Finger fuck your little cunt!”
Jade had no idea whether Cat obeyed her or not, and she wasn’t exactly sure why she cared, but Cat’s wicked little tongue melted her mind so that she could no longer think clearly about it or anything else. And for a few heavenly moments Jade’s mind stayed melted, the only thing in the Goth’s well being pleasure. Then she came.
Like last night it was earthshattering, Jade struggling not to scream too loudly as she came in Cat’s mouth. It was even more of a struggle to remain upright, one of Jade’s hands digging into Cat’s hair while the other hand desperately tried to grab onto the wall tiles. That didn’t really help much, but luckily just as she thought her legs were about to give way Jade felt a soft hand grab onto her butt, the dark haired girl smiling that she didn’t feel Cat’s right hand too.
As Jade was correctly guessing Cat’s right hand was in between the redhead’s legs, the smaller girl frantically touching herself partly because it was what Jade told her to do but mostly because it felt really good.
It felt even better than before as now Jade’s juices were literally squirting into her mouth, down her throat and all over her face. It tasted like liquid heaven and Cat ravenously swallowed as much as she could, grateful that they were out of reach of the shower so Jade’s cream would not be washed off her face as the redhead hope to scoop it up and eat it herself.
As Jade began to calm down Cat thought how she’d love to stay here forever, licking her best friend’s most private place and making her feel good. Sadly she wasn’t given that option, Jade suddenly pulling her back slightly by her hair and then the Goth dropped to her knees so they were face to face again.
For a moment Cat thought she was going to be yelled at as without meaning to her licking had slowed down a little thanks to her fingers distracting her. She kind of thought Jade would want to rest anyway, but now Cat wasn’t so sure. But before she could ask if she did something wrong Jade shoved her tongue into her mouth and forced Cat’s hand away from herself so the taller girl could replace that hand with one of her own. Then Cat couldn’t really think anymore.
Jade wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. It was like she was possessed with the sudden need to return the favour. More to the point the idea that Cat would just make herself cum again was unacceptable. The other girl HAD to cum on her fingers. She just had too.
It wasn’t exactly difficult. Cat had already done most of the work, Jade’s fingers sliding into the redhead’s cunt like a knife through butter and then pounding that tight little hole relentlessly until it spasmed around her like crazy. Making absolutely sure the smaller girl would cum Jade used her thumb to frantically rub Cat’s clit and even pressed their bodies together in a way that caused their nipples to rub against each other.
Thanks to all this passionate effort Jade had Cat screaming into her mouth seemingly in seconds, Hollywood Arts resident ‘mean girl’ having to hold onto her best friend tightly as she quivered in her arms.
As Cat’s cum covered her fingers Jade recovered enough of her senses to wonder why Cat tasted extra sweet. Then she remembered where the other girl’s mouth had just been and she broke the kiss with a rare blush.
In turn this caused Cat to look at her with a dreamy smile which quickly faded into a frown of concern.
Not wanting to talk about it Jade quickly gave Cat a gentle peck on the lips and said, “Cat, jump under the water to wash yourself again then go back to your room, ok? It’s probably better we’re not seen leaving together, and I kind of need to finish washing my hair.”
Cat blinked at Jade for a few moments, then nodded and did as she was told. Jade just watched her until she left and then slowly began washing her hair, the whole time trying to tell herself that liking the taste of her own pussy on Cat’s lips, and finding the feeling of Cat’s tongue in her cunt so addicting, didn’t mean anything.
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“It guides me by the hand when I’m in the abyss, nurtures my hungry soul when I am weak, and conquers all when I believe in them; love.” – Author unknown
“She Was Gonna Tell Dad!”
“Ouch!”…”Daddy!” I heard my daughter yell. She raced down the stairs and jumped in my recliner with me, and snuggled up. “Kurt flipped me on my butt, hard!…daddy.”
I smiled as usual, and yelled–”Kurt!…you come down here and kiss your sisters butt, and make it feel all better!”… I hear my son laugh up stairs, and yell down: “Sure dad, I’ll be down in about a week.”
Gina looked up at me, with her beautiful eyes, rubbing her butt and grinned. I asked her why Kurt flipped on her butt? She whispered that he caught her looking at porn on his computer.
With no mom, Gina had two males she liked right at home. I thought I had heard Kurt and her fucking late at night once. It drove me crazy, so I ignored it. Gina was a very sexy girl. Long dark hair, 5’tall, full tits, and a hot shaped ass. I let Kurt bring his girlfriends home and spend the night, I figured it was safe place to fuck.
The lady behind us, her boyfriend was gone all the time, a train driver. He had a girl at every stop he told me. His girlfriend Mandy, would come thru the back gate late at night drunk, and crawl in bed with me, and we’d fuck like crazy.
Poor Gina had to listen to Kurt and I both fucking our girlfriends and she was getting no sex.
Then things began to change.
It started one evening when Gina came down the stairs with only a sheer night gown on. No bra, no panties. Her tits bounced as she hopped down the stairs. She ask if her girlfriend Tina could sleep over. I ask her if Tina would be cool with the ’night sounds’ she might hear.
Gina came over and put her arms around my neck and from behind my recliner. She started kissing me on the neck and feeling my chest. This had never happened before, she was starting to make out a little with me. Her hot breath was in my ear, she was getting excited. Soon she came around to the front of my recliner and got up and laid on top of me, pushing the recliner out flat. She started kissing me with hot passion. For some reason, I wasn’t stopping her. It just took me by surprise and it did feel so good. I felt her little tongue go in my mouth and she wiggled her tits on my chest.
Finally she whispered: (“….tina is my ‘special’ girlfriend, she ‘wants’…. to hear those night sounds…ok?”) How could I say no. I tried to snap out of it, and clear my head. Gina got up smiling and stood by my recliner. She smiled so sexy and looked at the boner in my pants. She leaned over and whispered: (“….oooo, it that for me?”)
I swatted her butt, grinned big and said: “No, that’s not for you, you naughty girl!….
(and then out of my mouth came words I didn’t plan on saying…I can only describe it as the ’Lust, Taboo and Incest’ fairy’s, all took their magic wand’s and touched my dick, all at once…. sending 10,000 volts of male orgasm into my dick.) I held her sweet face in my hands and whispered: (….“If you…. GASP!…(as the jolt sent the orgasm deep into my dick)…Gina smiled sexy at me…I said: ”If you ever (gasp) kiss me like that again, I’ll just have to lock you in my bedroom forever!”) Gina started panting, and again started kissing me again, sinking her tongue deep in my mouth. I pulled her away, and sucked some air…now…I said: “Mandy won’t be spending the night tonight, did you want me to ’fake it’ for Tina to listen to?” Gina’s eyes got wide and said: “Oh daddy, that would be so much fun! Do it!!!….leave that inner door open a little so we can hear real good!”
We both giggled and off she went. The inner door she referred to was a door that led between her bedroom and my bathroom, which I always kept locked,….until now.
———–
The door bell rang.
It was my mom, just happened to be in the neighborhood and stopped by.
*I’ll tell you about my mom in another story, but for now I’ll tell you dad told me before he passed on, that she is secretly bi-sexual at times.
Door bell rang again, it was Tina. Tina was very pretty, a slim redhead, 5’5”, with short curly red hair, small tits, always wore shorts, and had beautiful long white legs. I had her come in and we hugged as usual. I noticed my mom eyeballing her good. Tina was shy, hardly made eye contact, blushed real easy, but like to hold onto my arm all the time, as I always hugged her. She had no dad. Up she went to Gina’s room, and you could hear them giggling right away.
This was the girl that ‘wanted’ to hear Kurt and I having sex with our girlfriends? I got a little hot thinking about that.
Mom whispered: (“….who is that?”) (“Gina’s girlfriend, mom. … why did you want to know?”) Mom smiled at me and poked me in the ribs. Mom knew, I knew, she was bi at times. Mom went upstairs later to talk with the girls, and fondle Kurt. (he hated that) She came down later, and had to leave. As she was leaving, she whispered: (“…that little redhead, I told her she had a very nice ’camel toe’, the little shit ask me if I wanted to kiss it!!, girls these days are gross!!”)
Bye mom, bye son.
———
I decided not to tell Kurt that the girls would be listening to him If he had any girls in his bedroom. I could hear the girls giggle in Gina’s room. I sat in my chair planning my fake moaning for the girls to listen to and smiled. My Gina’s actions today still put me in shock, wow, she’s a sexy girl and I had to admit secretly to myself she got me really turned on today. Kurt quietly came down the stairs. He kneeled beside me and quietly said: “…do you know who that little redhead is?”…I said yes, Gina’s girlfriend, Tina. He smiled and said: (“Dad, that’s Tina Gill, she a nymph! She almost got kicked out of school once for masturbating in the girls restroom!, she a little horny dog. She likes to give hand jobs to guys behind the school.”)
I said: “Kurt, you don’t know that, It could just be school talk.” He said: (“Maybe so, but I heard her brother said, that if you kiss her behind her ear, she about cums in her panties.”) “Hear say, Kurt, all schools have it, it’s hardly ever true.” Kurt smiled and went to bed.
I, of course wondered if it was true, then laughed at myself….but then…I remember her asking my mom if she’d like to kiss her camel toe….hmmmmm. Maybe Gina’s getting ideas from Tina?….I’d better investigate. I went upstairs and listened at Gina’s door. I couldn’t make out what the were giggling about. I quietly went in my bedroom and closed the door. Wait!…I remembered the inner door. I quietly went to it and listened. Gina’s bed was right next to it and I could hear everything! Tina wanted to know my reaction to Gina’s hot attack on me earlier. Gina was describing it in detail.
Tina was saying:
“Oh god Gina! That is so hot, did he get a hardon?” Gina said: “Oh my god yes!, and a big one!” “..did you get to feel it?“ “I came so close to just reaching down and feeling it, my heart was pounding so hard, I will next time.“ “I told you it would work, now he has the hots for you and he’ll make a move on you, just like you wanted. Your dad is so hot, I’d love to fuck him, I’m next if he won’t fuck you.“
Gina said: “We’ll both fuck him Tina, you’ll see.”
Well…how interesting. A planned sex attack on dad by Gina, at Tina’s suggestion. Gina has been wanting me to make a move on me. I had to think.
Two hot young girls who both want to have sex with me. The taboo and risk was madding. It had me by the dick and wouldn’t let go. Tina was making me so hot in a different way than my own daughter Gina. Gina had the better figure and charm, but that little redheaded Tina was making me feel pure lust for her. Something about her hot little body was pulling me hard. I had put my arm around her several times, and she always hung on my arm and pulled it close to her. My arm around her little waist always ended up with my hand on her tummy as she pulled in close to me. I could always feel her gasp a little as she pulled my hand in to her tummy. I never thought about it before, but now I knew, she has the hots for Gina’s dad…me.
I quietly made my exit and went down stairs. My cell phone rang. It was Mandy, back early from her party, and plenty drunk. She wanted to come over. I said come on over! Now the girls would hear the real thing. When Mandy drank, she really moaned loud when we fucked. The girls were in for a treat. I went up stairs and knocked in Gina’s door and said: “Goodnight you two.” I headed for my door. They came rushing out to hug me goodnight. Gina had on a little tiny nightie, no bra and a thong…but Tina was wearing a real short robe. I could see some red pubic hair at the bottom of it, it was so short. They both hugged me and Tina felt my leg, then brushed her hand against my dick. She then looked me right in the eye smiling, and gave me a long kiss on my cheek…I felt her tongue glide across it. Gina squeezed and rubbed my butt cheek firm and felt my bare chest. They both giggled and ran back in Gina’s room.
I checked the inner door, it was unlocked. I lay in bed thinking.
My head was spinning. My sexy daughter wants to have sex with me, her hot friend Tina is making advances to me, and say’s she wants to fuck me too. My male urges were flooded…but….Tina was the most intriguing. Something about that girl was making me hot. I wanted to fuck her the most. I figured those girls would open that inner door and want to peek at Mandy and I fucking, not just listen…I was right. I had a sheet over me and I bunched it up over my dick like I had a really big hardon. I quietly waited. I heard the inner door open. It went into my bathroom. My bathroom door was open. I laid with my eyes looking like they were closed. I see two girls standing in the dark. They were watching.
Soon I heard Mandy stumbling up the stairs. She quietly came in my bedroom. She took of her robe and was completely naked. She giggled and squeezed my fake giant dick, pulled the sheet back to my real hardon. She crawled on top of me. She was drunk as can be, and started in kissing me and moaning. I glanced in my bathroom and both girls were rubbing their pussy’s. but…. not with their own hand, they were rubbing the other one’s pussy‘s. Mandy began moaning more and reached down and put my dick in her. She slid back and forth in top of me and she started to get loud. Moaning and calling me Phil, her boyfriends name. We started fucking like crazy as she became more vocal. I looked at the two girls in the dark…they were kissing and feeling each others pussy. Tina’s hot little body was driving me crazy. Did she know just how sexy she was?
Mandy grunted out an orgasm and moaned. I didn’t even cum. She got up mumbling what a great fuck that was and went home.
I couldn’t get Tina’s white robe with a little patch of red pubic hair showing at the bottom out of my mind. She did that to tease me on purpose.
I woke up about 2am thinking about Tina. As I was going back to sleep, I heard the squeak of the inner door. Either Gina or Tina had to be the one opening it. I pretended to be asleep. I felt someone slowly crawling in bed with me. I slightly opened one eye. I saw a white robe next to me.
It had to be Tina. I laid there on my stomach and let her keep making her moves. She moved in tight to me. I felt a hand under the covers doing something. She was taking her robe off and let it drop on the floor. I was naked and now so was she. She started rubbing my back very softly, and put her warm breath on my cheek. She started with little soft kisses all over the side of my face and neck. She smelled so good, a mixture of peach shampoo and her natural scent, which was intoxicatingly sexy. She snuggled closer and I heard her, just barely a whisper:
(’ daddy‘)
I needed to adjust my boner bad, as it felt like it would punch a hole in the mattress, but I was in a trance and didn’t move. Her hands softly moved over me, going a little further out each time. She was good in the way she slowly, inch by inch worked her head under my arm. I felt her curly red hair under my arm now. The aroma of her hair was making me light headed. She kissed my hand softly and I felt her tongue skim around my fingers slowly.
Then I heard Kurt and one of his girlfriends starting to moan. Tina froze. We both just listened as our hearts were pounding. I could only take so much of this. Feeling Tina next me naked, and Kurt fucking across the hall. I rolled over sideways and pulled Tina tight to me. She gasp! I whispered softly in her ear: (“…can I be your daddy?”…)
I didn’t know she could kiss with such passion. Her hands were all over me as her tongue drove wildly in my mouth. My hand went to her sweet little tits. We were on fire with pure lust for each other. She immediately went for my huge boner and then she– gasp! She whispered: (“….oh daddy! fuck me now!”….) She didn’t wait for an answer and I felt her warm small hand start putting my dick in her. Oh damn!, she was wet and her pussy had such a hot feeling on my dick. It went right in, nice and tight. I rolled on top of her, my arms shaking as she kissed me over and over and moaned …“oh daddy……I’ve wanted you for so long..(gasp) ..make your little Tina happy, (gasp)…I want to feel your hot cum in me so bad daddy…oh god…I’m cumming so fast.” As she dug her finger nails in me, her whole body started shaking as I shot a load in her like I had never felt before. She buried her face in my neck and screamed as she climaxed. My dick just kept cuming and cuming in her as she squirmed and kept fucking me fast. We felt all kinds of wetness between our legs. We both trembled and couldn’t stop. Tears rolled down her face as she kept squeezing my dick with her pussy. My arms gave out finally and we squirmed together as we held each other as tight as we could and let the continuing twinges of pleasure play themselves out. We had lost our hearing a that point, but slowly it returned to us hearing Kurt and his girlfriend fucking like mad. I don’t think they even heard us. To say we were ‘spent‘, would be useless word to try and describe us. All I remember from this point was feeling her underneath me with my dick deep in her, as we both passed out.
I woke up with her still underneath me and Gina shaking me saying: “Come on you guys, it’s 9am…get up!” I opened my eyes slowly as Gina smiled at me, then pinched my butt cheek hard!, then she giggled and went out the inner door.
I looked at Tina. Her smiling eyes were closed. My semi hard dick was still in her. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled. I said: “Are you ok?” I felt two squeezes on my dick from her pussy.
———
Tina’s mom was a drunk, and didn’t care anything about her. Her dad left a year before and just never came back. Slowly we had Tina move her ’stuff’ in with us and now I had two daughters. Gina loved it as they were already BFF’s. Kurt was reserved at first, but Tina said: “I’ll handle Kurt.” I didn’t take long and Tina’s sexy charm had him chasing her around the house giggling. Soon I noticed Tina and Kurt sneaking kisses, when they thought I couldn’t see them. I just smiled.
Gina didn’t let up on me and gave me back rubs and fondled me when no one was looking. Soon the inner door was always unlocked, and I would get night visits from Tina. Kurt was no match for Tina. Gina and I both watched and listened to them. Late at night Gina would crawl in bed with me and we would tell the latest of what we saw or heard with Tina and Kurt. Gina just had to rub my chest while we talked. I knew Gina wanted to have sex with me and she began to wear me down. She was so beautiful in my eyes.
Kurt would not pay any attention to Tina outside of the house. He feared all his buddy’s would put him through teasing hell…..but at home, it was a different scene.
Kurt told me one Saturday evening, how he wanted Tina so bad, to get my reaction. I told him he was free to do as he wished, and Tina was too. He knew Tina and I were fucking a lot, and it was driving him crazy. Now he had an ok from me and that started the fire in him and Tina. He hadn’t had sex with her…. yet.
Gina came to my bed that night and said that Tina told her that tonight, she was going to fuck Kurt crazy.
They had waited long enough, and Kurt’s fear that I wouldn’t like it, was over. Tina asked Gina to sleep with me if she could so they could have Gina’s big bed to fuck in. Gina and I looked at each other and grinned. We both thought…‘the inner door‘, without saying a word. There was small bathroom between my bedroom and the inner door. Gina arranged her bed so we could see the action perfect through a slightly cracked open inner door. I checked it out, and at night, no one could see us even with the inner door open. It was just too dark.
I smiled at Gina and said: “Look’s like a storm is coming in, you’d better sleep with me tonight, you know how scared you get.”
At 11pm I heard the inner door squeak and Gina slipped into bed with me…..(naked!)
I didn’t notice at first as Gina lay beside me. She always wore skimpy little nighties and little panties. She rubbed my chest as usual, but when she snuggled up to me I realized the had nothing on at all. I laid on my back with one knee up to hide my boner I had, from thinking about Tina. The thought of Kurt fucking Tina was tormenting my head. It brought back the times I had such mind blowing sex with her. Tina knew how to fuck like an animal in heat. Gina knew I was turned on and she took advantage of it.
I felt her little leg slowly come over my legs. Then I felt her little patch of pubic hair on my hip. She gently rubbed it on my hip. My mind went crazy between the two. Gina whispered in my ear: (“..daddy, did you and Tina have oral sex?” ) Oh my god, she was getting to me and fast. I smiled and said: “Where’s your night clothes little girl?” She giggled and pushed her little pussy up against my hip. “I wanted to feel us naked together daddy.”
Poor little Gina, had been listening to me fucking Tina, and Mandy. She also had to listen to Kurt fucking his girlfriends, while she got nothing. Now Kurt was going to fuck Tina right in her own bed.
She was cleaver and ‘suggested’ we have oral sex as a start for what she really wanted…sex with her daddy.
I caved in.
I whispered softly to her: (“…would you like to turn around for daddy?..”) She immediately knew what that meant, and kissed me so out of breath and excited. We kissed as I let it happen. Her little tongue darted in and out of my mouth as she would have to stop and gasp for air, then continue. She whispered: (“..oh daddy…I’ve wanted you..(gasp) for so long…I’m going to give you the best oral you ever had.”)
She started kissing me. She started down my body with my neck and just kept going slowly savoring every second of it in her excitement. Her little hands trembled and the feeling of her warm breath on me was causing my head to pound. I for the first time felt my daughter as her hips came around next to me. Young, smooth skin to my touch. She shivered as I rubbed her firm little butt. I felt her little hands fondle my dick. She took her time feeling every inch of it. She went for my balls, kissing them and feeling them gently. She began to stroke me slowly. I could feel her breath on my dick.
I felt her little tongue start to lick me, up and down slowly. I squirmed as it was a major turn on. Her little tongue ran around the head in a teasing lick. I pulled her legs over on top of me. I was staring at her little pussy for the first time. Sweet, wet and begging to be licked. I rubbed her legs as she shivered and opened her legs wide all ready for me. She knew what was coming. I started licking the insides of her legs. She twitched now and again as I let my tongue get ever so closer to her pussy. I heard her moan, and gasp for breath.
We heard noises.
We both froze. It was Kurt and Tina in the bedroom next door. They were getting ready.
Tina thought…..
(..this is perfect, Kurt is just like a young version of his dad, who I’m going to fuck someday.)
Gina stopped and looked me and smiled. We got up and tip toed to the inner door. We listened in as the door was open just a crack. Kurt was on fire, as he moaned and kissed Tina. She moaned too and whispered: (“…oh yes baby…it’s so overdue for us to get it on…I want you bad…let me get on top baby…”) Gina had arranged the bed so we could watch Tina’s face and all, if…she was on top of Kurt. Tina noticed the rearrangement right away, and knew Gina would be watching, so she got on top of Kurt. Tina teased Kurt by rubbing her pussy on his dick, kissing him, then moving up so he could suck on her tits.
She would smile at the inner door when Kurt couldn’t see her face. Tina also knew I would be watching and we both knew it was a turn on for her to be watched by me. Tina tilted her head to Gina and smiled. That indicated to open the door. Gina opened the inner door slowly when they were moaning….no noise at all. Now Gina and I had a real good view of them fucking. Tina took her time as she winked at me and proceeded to lick Kurt’s dick slowly. Kurt squirmed as she began to turn and put her pussy in Kurt’s face. You could see the trembles in Kurt’s hands as he held Tina hot legs and dove his face in Tina’s pussy. Gina shivered, and squeezed my dick. As they went at it in a 69 position, the moaning increased.
Tina knew just how to rub her pussy on Kurt’s face and started humping steady. I could tell she was going for an oral cum from Kurt. She sucked and jacked him as her climax was building. Her timing was going to hit it’s mark for a duel cum and climax. I knew only to well how she could tell when I was going to cum, and time her climax to match. Kurt could take no more, just as he was about to cum, Tina pumped her clit on his tongue super fast as they both let out howling moans and bucked over and over. Moaning and twitching as she swallowed his many shots of cum as fast as she could. Kurt got a face full of her pussy juice as he licked her over and over.
Gina orgasmed.
She was standing in front of me and held her pussy and squirmed. I smiled at her sweet face. Next thing I know, Gina is on her knees sucking on my dick. I see Tina looking back at us and smiled big at me. Gina caught me off guard and I couldn’t stop her even if I wanted to. She had me good and I felt my balls pull hard as I grabbed the wall and her head to steady myself. I wanted to moan so bad, so I just held my breath as I unloaded a huge mind blowing cum in Gina’s mouth. Her eyes went wide as she was not expecting it, and cum went everywhere on her face. She tried to get as much as she could, but smiled so proud of her self as she knew she had given her daddy a ‘super cum‘…..
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Hey everyone. sorry it has taken so long for part 4 but here it is. i know the paragraphs arnt the way you guys have suggested i should write it but part 5 should.. in any case.. i hope you enjoy the sotry. 🙂
Some time ago one of my youngest daughter’s friends made the comment that she found me “attractive”. Since she is very attractive herself, I pondered more than once on how and why we might have a relationship, and when she showed some pleasure in a couple of playful swats, well this series just sort of took off. Hope you enjoy it. It seems to be going places I didn’t expect, but I like it.
I re-wrote this because the first time I wrote this I wrote it in 30 mins.
Fantasy about fucking another man’s wife in front of her friends
Wife likes husbands fantasy, but acts on her own to get gang banged.
This chick goes out for a walk and meets this really incredible guy who seems to be her destiny, she goes over to his place and things are getting so wild…
A girl of about 18 was returning home from her friend’s place late at night. Her name was Alice. She was slim and pretty, with long curly brown hair and big hazel eyes. Her mouth was very tender and looked like a spring flower.
Alice’s parents went on a business trip and she had to spend a few nights alone. She hated sleeping alone in the apartment, she was afraid of that, that’s why this time she was in no hurry on her way home. She even decided to have a walk and went where her feet would take one.
Suddenly it started raining and soon Alice was wet through but her apartment was too far yet. It was hard to see anything though the streams of water.
All of a sudden a car appeared from around the corner and passing Alice splashed the waters of a big puddle at her. The driver stopped to apologize:
– I’m sorry… I haven’t seen you in the darkness. And this rain, you know… – He said opening the door of his car.
– Oh, that’s all right. I’m wet because of this rain, you haven’t done much to make my state worse, – Alice said smiling and trying to outvoice the noise of the shower.
– Get in my car. I wanna help you. We’ll drive to my place, you’ll get warm and then I’ll take you home.
The girl didn’t want to stay alone and the man looked descent. So, she decided everything would be all right and got into the car.
His apartment was warm and cozy. Anthony (this was the name of the man) offered Alice to have a shower and gave her his light shirt to change. The girl’s mood improved a lot after the shower and soon she turned up in the living-room where Antony was waiting for her.
He was handsome: muscular shoulders and a beefy torso, a straight beautiful nose and expressive grey eyes. They started talking. As it turned out he was 25 years old and worked as a bookkeeper in a bank. His job was well-paid and he could expect a promotion soon. He also told he used to do taekwondo.
Alice told him something about her too. She was a college student and studied languages. Anthony listened to her with interest and then suddenly asked why she had been out so late. She told him about her parents and then asked if she could stay for a night in his apartment. He looked at her and asked:
– Aren’t you afraid of me?
The girl said nothing but stayed at his place.
Anthony went to the kitchen and left Alice in the living-room. She looked around. The room was very comfortable: a couple of soft coaches, an armchair, nice curtains, a big round carpet on the floor, a TV in the corner. There was also a bookcase next to the window.
Alice came up to it and looked inside. Beside the books she saw beautiful cups and medals which Anthony had received at various competitions. She examined them carefully. For some reason the girl wanted to know more about this guy who was so kind to take her to his flat.
She was so busy with looking at the cups that didn’t notice that the man entered the room. Anthony approached to Alice quietly and embraced her waist. She gave a scream and twitched. But he whispered into her ear:
– I like you very much…
She made an attempt to resist but he was much stronger than she was. He kissed her tender neck with his hot lips… And she felt she was like a little boat while he was a stormy ocean. She felt his strength, power and it was turning her on.
The shirt she had on was soon lying on the floor helplessly and Anthony was covering the young body with hot kisses. He unhooked the bra and two nice breasts were in his hands. The girl was moaning from pleasure. Her nipples got hard and the panties became wet.
The man was moving lower and lower and soon the panties were on the floor as well. He took the girl in his arms and put her on the coach. Then he slowly took off his shirt and pants, only his boxers were still on.
Antony lay near the girl and kept on fondling her body. One hand was touching the clit while the other was working on Alice’s bust. A few more moments and the girl climaxed strongly. Her nice juices flowed down her legs. Alice felt pleasure and weakness at the same time. She didn’t want to resist any more…
The man penetrated her vagina with two fingers and was pleasing her more and more. Suddenly he touched the hymen. He looked at Alice and whispered into her ear:
– Are you ready?
– Yes, – she responded quietly.
Anthony took off his boxers and Alice saw his big phallus. She got frightened. He comforted her and said that if she relaxed it wouldn’t hurt at all. Then he set his cock head between the girl’s vulva lips and thrust inside sharply. At first Alice felt pain but a minute later the pain disappeared and all she was experiencing was enjoyment, pure enjoyment…
Antony built the tempo and went on caressing the girl’s boobs. She was moaning with pleasure… Pretty soon Alice climaxed again, this time orgasm was much richer. She felt absolutely exhausted but so happy…
To avoid undesirable circumstances Anthony pulled his cock out and ejaculated on the girl’s belly. Both of them felt great.
After that Alice went to the bathroom to wash off the blood and semen and her first man followed her. They kissed under the shower for a long time. Then they went to the bedroom and made love again.
– Can I visit you sometimes? – Alice asked Anthony lying in his arms.
– Sure, I’ll be always glad to see you, – he whispered quietly.
They fell asleep.
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Mary learns a hard lesson after inviting a man over.
Mike lowered his binoculars and pushed the throttle forward to its maximum. It would be an exaggeration to say that his elderly cabin cruiser surged ahead. A large cloud of black smoke and a series of backfires belched from the exhaust, the ancient hull vibrated and slowly the revs increased.
The inappropriately named “Queen of the Waves” lurched and protested as the speed built up to 15 knots.
Through his binoculars Mike had seen hundreds of gannets diving into the water. He knew what that meant. A huge school of pilchards. From the air the gannets were feasting and he knew, in the water below, the game fish would be assembling. A great chance for a big yellowtail or tuna.
Slightly ahead and to starboard there was a large, modern cabin cruiser; a gin-palace more than twice the length of Mike’s modest craft. He was surprised to see it this far out. Usually the rich owners wouldn’t venture into these waters, so far from port. There were far closer bays where they could moor to drink their champagne and nibble their salmon salads.
The two cruisers had the sea to themselves.
The gin-palace was still 100 hundred meters away when he drew level. Then he noticed two women waving. That was strange. The occupants of such craft always ignored his with its fading paint and unkempt look. Mike looked behind to see if they were waving at someone else.
The sea was empty.
Mike lived out on an outer island in a settlement of five cabins making a modest living writing computer software via the Internet as he wrote his book. At 20 years of age he had become fed up with university and enjoyed the solitude of life three hours by sea from civilization.
The other owners of the cabins were holiday makers and most of the time, like now, he had the island to himself. Just as he liked it.
He gave the women a cursory wave and returned his attention to the gannets, studying the foaming sea with his binoculars and cursing “Queen of the Waves’ slow progress.
He scanned to the gin-palace. The women came into full focus.
“Looks like a mother and daughter. Why were they waving so much?”
He looked more closely. They had their hands by their mouths and looked like they were shouting. He couldn’t hear anything over the raucous noise of his straining engine.
Probably some Smart Alec comment about the dilapidated state of “Queen of the Waves.”
He resisted the urge to wave two fingers at them and went to check his fishing gear.
Then it dawned on him. They were calling for help. Mike looked back at the gannets. There were there in their hundreds. There must be some great fish below. It was only a couple of hours until dusk. If he stopped to help, there went his chance of a decent fish.
Mike reluctantly changed course and headed for the larger boat. As he got closer he could see them more clearly. Both were wearing sun dresses. Long, dark hair and as far as he could see from this distance, slim figures.
The daughter looked like a clone of her mother. Maybe 17. The mother looked far too young to have a daughter that age. But Mike knew that where there is enough money for a gin-palace, there is enough money for personal trainers, age reducing creams and perhaps a cosmetic surgeon’s scalpel..
He drew close to the stern of the cruiser and tossed a rope to the mother who dropped it.. She dropped it again on the next attempt. Mike sighed and pointed to the daughter who just managed to catch his third throw. Mike had to yell at them to tie it to a cleat, which they did very inexpertly.
He finally got close enough to jump onto the transom then climb aboard. Ignoring the women he quickly tied a knot to secure his own craft.
“Why didn’t you come sooner? Couldn’t you see us waving?” the mother asked with a frosty stare.
“I thought you were just being friendly.”
“Friendly? Do you think we would wave at someone in a tub like yours for twenty minutes, just to be friendly?”
Mike sighed.
He had forsaken a fighting tuna to be abused by an upper class snob. He looked the mother.
An aristocratic looking beauty, there was no doubt. High cheekbones which were accentuated by her long dark hair being drawn sharply back from her face. A perfect, almost unlined complexion and, at this moment a haughty, disdainful expression.
She was studying Mike’s sweatshirt which he had screen printed. A portrait of Clint Eastwood holding up a pistol with an improbably long barrel. Above it Mike had printed the words:
“Resistance is futile.”
As the mother studied the words a twinkle seemed to come to her eyes and her face softened just a bit.
As he tried to think of a reply, Mike looked at her. She was tall, only a couple of inches shorter than his six feet. Her sun-dress did little to hide her body.
It showed the cleavage between her breasts. It showed to Mike that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that her breasts were up to the challenge.
It was tight around her waist and it showed to Mike she was very slim.
It was extremely short and showed to Mike that her legs were extremely long, extremely slim and extremely shapely.
She seemed unconcerned by Mike’s leisurely gaze.
“Have I given up the chance of catching a tuna, just to have my beloved “Queen of the Waves” abused by the people I’m rescuing from certain death?”
“Are you telling me you love that tub?” There was definitely a strong hint of a smile now.
Mike looked as his craft, smoke pouring from the exhaust, the paintwork which he had been intending to paint for two years, but hadn’t got around to, the three cracked windows with strips of masking tape, the pile of empty beer cans which again he had been planning to tidy up, but hadn’t quite managed.
“’Queen of the Waves’ has always been faithful, always been there when I have needed her. Unlike the women I have known.” He looked at her steadily.
The twinkle in the mother’s eyes brightened.
The daughter interrupted.
“He’s dead.”
Mike was not used to death, but felt he was expected to commiserate.
“I’m sorry to hear that. None of us go on forever, I guess.”
But even as he said it, he felt that his compassion sounded hollow.
“Who’s dead?” he added as an afterthought.
“The charter skipper. He went to the toilet and when we checked after half an hour, there he was sitting there.”
“Sitting there?”
“Yes, on the toilet with his trousers down.” Was that a slight grin that Mike noticed?
“He could be constipated,” Mike reasoned.
“Constipated! That was three hours ago. He’s still in exactly the same position with exactly the same stupid expression on his face.” The mother’s tone had become haughty again.
Bracing himself Mike went to the toilet. He had never seen a dead body before. He opened the door and saw a fat, middle aged man, sitting on the toilet, shorts around his ankles and leaning into a corner. There was a look of surprise on his face.
“Well, I suppose I’d be surprised too.” empathized Mike.
Tentatively, he touched the body. It seemed very cold.
“How can you tell if someone is dead?” he wondered. Then he remembered an old movie.
“Do you have a hand mirror?” he asked the women who had followed him.
“Why do you need a mirror for heavens sake?” The mother looked irritated.
“Just get one if you have one please.”
With a skywards roll of her eyes the mother went to her handbag.
He held the mirror in front of the corpse’s mouth. No misting at all. According to the movie, no misting meant no breathing and no breathing meant death.
“Dead,” Mike pronounced. “Like last week’s roast dinner.”
He looked at the now former skipper with sadness.
“Poor bastard. . . . . What a way to go. . . . . With your trousers down.”
The daughter’s grin was quite open now. But her mother resumed her haughtiness.
“I’ve already told you that he’s dead. He’s been there for three hours. I’ve stuck him with this pin 20 times to try and get some reaction.” She pointed to a large safety pin.
”Why did you have to touch him with my mirror?”
“I saw it in a movie.”
The daughter giggled, even the mother had a smirk.
“What a coincidence. I saw a movie where someone used a safety pin to check a corpse.”
Her smirk turned to a smile and when her daughter started laughing, the mother joined in. Out of deference to the dead, Mike tried not to laugh, but failed.
He composed himself and closed the door to try and give the corpse some dignity.
He took the opportunity to study the daughter. She was only an inch shorter than her mother. She had her mother’s bone structure but her face was softer with her youth. Her sun dress didn’t show as much cleavage as her mother’s but Mike had noticed the movement inside when she laughed,
Like her mother, the daughter seemed to think that bras were not needed at sea.. Her legs were the match of her mother’s.
Her expression was not haughty in the slightest. More a wide eyed innocence but she did have that alluring, mischievous twinkle of her mother.
“If he’s been dead for three hours, why didn’t you radio for help?”
“Me! Are you mad? How would I know how to work the fucking radio thing?” The mother was indignant. ”And we’ve been out of cellphone range.”
“So, we’ve been sailing around for three hours trying to find our way back to port,” said the daughter.
“Port is that way,” said Mike, pointing behind. “You’ve come in the wrong direction. This way is South America.10,000 kilometers away. How’s your Spanish?”
The daughter giggled but the mother glared. “Well, use the radio yourself.”
This presented a problem to Mike. Although he spent a lot of time at sea he was ignorant when it came to nautical equipment. “Must take that Master Mariner’s course soon,” he had been saying for years
He looked at the radio and uselessly twiddled a couple of knobs.
“This one is a new one for me. Where’s the manual?”
“We spent three hours looking for it. There isn’t one.” The mother eyed him coldly.
“You’ll have to use the radio on your tub.”
Mike was starting to take serious exception to her description of his beloved craft, but embarrassment stopped him from protesting. Like much of the equipment on “Queen of the Waves”, the radio didn’t function.
“Ah um, mine’s not working right now.”
The mother looked at him in disbelief. She looked at her daughter.
“Well Sarah, let this be a good lesson for you about men. One is sitting on the toilet, stone dead, and this one” pointing at Mike, “our savior, our rescuer, is obviously brain dead.”
Sarah looked at Mike, then started to giggle. Mike watched in amazement as the mother started to smile and then laugh. The two women held each other as they laughed hysterically.
Although the joke was directed at him, Mike could see the humor and couldn’t suppress a grin.
The mother looked at him.
“I’m sorry, that’s a bit unfair. My name is Simone and this is Sarah.”
Mike introduced himself.
“Well, Skipper Mike, what do you suggest?” asked Simone. Her haughtiness had gone, replaced by a twinkling, challenging smile.
“Won’t the charter company be looking for you?”
“I don’t think they will miss us until tomorrow. We were going to moor in a bay and have two days out here.”
“It’s called Dead Man’s Bay. We got the dead man but we didn’t get the bay,” Sarah giggled but soon she and her mother were laughing in each other’s arms again. This time Mike laughed out loud.
“It’s going to be dark in a couple of hours. The only safe mooring we can get to is the bay where I live. Here, look at this chart.”
He bent over the chart which was lying on the table. The two women came close to look, one on either side. Simone propped her arm on his left shoulder as she bent over and Sarah’s arm rested on his right shoulder.
Both women seemed to be fascinated by the chart and bent over further, resulting in their torsos pushing hard into his back.
Mike was not fascinated by chart but certainly was fascinated by the feel of one of the breasts of each of the women pressed into him, by the long dark locks and the whiffs of perfume.
“We’ll go there and I’ll call the coastguard.”
It took him a couple of minutes to set up “Queen of the Waves” to be towed by the gin-palace. As he made his preparations he pondered.
There was something surreal about this situation. These two stunningly beautiful women with their bizzare senses of humor, their coquettish behavior and their twinkling, challenging looks at him.
He had never been interested in women twice his age but there was an erotic mystique about Simone as well as her sophisticated, mature beauty.
He knew from experience that women from society’s rich list, as these obviously were, were never interested in him with his scruffy clothes and scruffy boat.
They were playing some sort of game with him. However he enjoyed their jokes and sharp conversation. And if the game involved their breasts against his body, as happened over the chart, who was he to object?
Mike returned to the gin-palace and prepared to start the motor.
“Are you sure you know how to do this?” asked Sarah with a wide eyed innocence.
“I’m the skipper. I won’t tolerate insubordination. You can always abandon ship”
He spanked her bottom and pushed her towards the stern.
“Aye aye, skipper,” said Sarah grinning at him and saluting.
“Well, what are your orders, Skipper Mike?” Simone was also smiling.
“Before we move on, maritime tradition requires that we give a farewell salute to the old Sea Dog.” Mike pointed to the toilet. “Is there any booze on board?”
“Booze? Yes skipper, we have that well under control. About the only thing Sarah and I do have under control on this boat.”
Again the two women laughed. Again, Mike wondered what he had struck.
Sarah produced a bottle of champagne and three glasses. She filled the glasses and the three of them walked to the toilet and Mike opened the door. The former skipper was still there, still with his shorts around his ankles and still with that startled look on his face.
“Farewell, old Sea Dog,” intoned Mike. “May the seas be calm in heaven.”
“Farewell, old Sea Dog,” intoned Sarah. “May your heaven be full of beautiful mermaids.”
“Farewell, old Sea Dog,” intoned Simone. “Please be careful when you take your trousers off up there.”
After the laughter had stopped they drained their glasses.
“Why did the two of you come out on a charter?” asked Mike as he started the engine.
“It was an impulse. Yesterday Sarah and I told my husband to piss off.”
“Can you believe it Skipper Mike?” Sarah patted his hand to get his attention. “He was having an affair with his secretary. She is half Mum’s age and about three times her weight.”
“To be quite honest Sarah,” Mike said looking at Simone. “No I can’t believe it. He must be mad.”
Simone smiled at him, patted his arm and then turned to Sarah.
“What did I tell you about men, sweetheart? Three men in our lives at the moment. One is stone dead, this one is brain dead and the other one is mad.”
Mike laughed longer than the two women.
Sarah changed the topic.
“So this morning we wondered how we would celebrate Daddy’s departure. I thought of a cruise and Mum and I could have a party on a deserted beach. Just the two of us”
“We wanted to make it formal so we brought our evening dresses,” said Simone.
Mike wondered whether it was he or they who were slightly mad.
Sarah filled their champagne glasses.
”Farewell toasts for Daddy,” she said.
“Farewell, dear Rupert,” intoned Simone. “May my lawyers get every cent you have.”
“Farewell, dear Daddy,” intoned Sarah. “Please don’t have sex with her on top. You’ll get crushed.”
Again the laughter and another female embrace.
Mike thought Rupert may have done the sensible thing by escaping.
“Your turn Skipper Mike.”
Mike thought.
“Farewell, lucky Rupert. I think you may enjoy the peace and tranquility you will have without these women and their jokes.”
Sarah and Simone looked at Mike.
“We are so lucky having Skipper Mike as our rescuer, aren’t we Mum?”
“We certainly are. A silver tongue is far more important than knowing how to work a radio.”
They came and stood either side of him at the wheel. They were so close that their bodies were touching him as they stared ahead. Mike caught a whiff of perfume from both.
Mike should have been surprised when both put an arm around his shoulders. But, nothing could surprise him about these women now.
Simone asked Mike some questions about his life.
“You’re writing a book. How fascinating. What is it about?”
Mike looked at her solemnly. “It is a saga of noble, honorable men and ruthless, scheming women.”
Simone looked him in the eye with her engaging twinkle and her face seemed to glow with enthusiasm. She put her hand on his.
“How absolutely perfect. What else?”
“A heart rending tale of two such noble men. Both met the same two women. Women of tantalizing beauty and devastating wit.
“Neither man could cope. One chose to risk death by crushing with another woman twice his size, the other chose to die on a toilet at sea.”
Simone turned Mike’s head so that she could see his face.
She could not contain her giggles. “Skipper Mike, you are such a romantic.” And she gave him a brief kiss on the lips.
Sarah filled the champagne glasses again.
“A toast to Skipper Mike’s masterpiece.”
“To my humble scratchings,” said Mike. “May they do justice to these extraordinary women.”
“To Skipper Mike’s masterpiece,” said Sarah. “May his hero die with his trousers off. But not on the toilet”
Like her mother, she kissed him briefly on the lips.
“To Skipper Mike’s masterpiece,” said Simone. “May his hero’s most passionate dreams become reality.”
Again she kissed him. This time there was a touch of her tongue on his lips.
Mike could think of nothing to say. Both women were staring ahead but as he glanced at them in turn, each seemed to have a contented smile.
He concentrated on his navigation until he felt Simone’s hand move up from his shoulder and her fingers idly trace over his neck and ear.
“A gentleman would return the favor,” he thought and released one hand from the wheel and let it drift lightly down Simone’s neck.
She turned to kiss him again, this time her lips parted and her tongue pushed between Mike’s lips. Mike’s hand drifted down her spine. His fingers confirmed what his eyes had suspected. Simone was not wearing a bra.
He casually drifted his hand lower to her bottom which he squeezed through her dress. Finding no resistance, his hand went under her dress to stroke Simone’s smooth, firm and beautifully rounded buttocks.
Simone kissed him even longer then turned to look ahead. But she pushed her bum back against his hand.
At first Mike thought she was wearing no knickers, but then he found the string of her thong. His erection bounced up inside his shorts.
He felt a finger gently run down his cheek and turned to look at Sarah.
“No favoritism between crew members, Skipper Mike,” she whispered, pouting her lips to be kissed. She lifted the one hand which Mike had on the wheel and placed it on her bum. Mike was forced to take his hand from Simone and return it to the wheel. She didn’t seem to mind and she pecked his cheek as Mike kissed her daughter.
Mike’s hand explored Sarah’s buttocks. They were similarly delightfully firm mounds. Her thong was just as skimpy as her mother’s and, from the way she pushed back her bum into his hand, her pleasure was the same as her mother’s.
They came closer to shore and unfortunately Mike needed both hands to manage the cruiser.
“What are you thinking Skipper Mike?” asked Sarah, again stroking the side of his face.
“Do you want the truth or shall I make something up?”
“Which would be more interesting?”
“The truth is I was wondering why mother and daughter are wearing identical thongs.”
“Hmmm,” said Sarah pensively. “There are two questions there. The first is why do we have the same thongs? The answer to that is I bought a packet of two and Mum stole one.”
Simone ran her lips and tongue around Mike’s ear sending a thrill through his spine to his erection.
“But our skipper’s question could mean ‘Why are we wearing thongs?’ Isn’t that so Sarah?”
Sarah nodded. “Good question. Why are we wearing thongs, Mum?”
“I don’t know. I can’t really think of any good reason why we should be wearing thongs.”
Mike was well experienced for a 20 year old but nothing had prepared him for what happened next. Both women reached under their short dresses and tugged down their thongs. Sarah picked them both from the floor and threw them over the side.
Both women resumed their positions standing on either side of him, each with an arm around his shoulders, staring straight ahead into the dusk and saying nothing..
Mike had to concentrate carefully to navigate through a narrow passage between the rocks which guarded the entrance to the bay where he lived.
This time it was Sarah who caressed his ear with her lips and tongue
“And what are you thinking now, Skipper Mike?” .
“Truth or fiction?”
“Which would be more interesting?”
“I was thinking that if I hadn’t been forced to rescue you, I could have caught a tuna, had a great meal and a peaceful night by myself”
“Oh, Skipper Mike, that is such a lovely thought. Because of us a beautiful fish is still alive.” Again Mike savored those lips which excited him more each time.
Both women then burst into giggles and leaned against Mike as they laughed. As their bodies bounced with mirth Mike was aware of four unfettered breasts against his sides. He was glad of the increasing dark to hide his rampant erection
They arrived at the mooring buoy.
“Right, crew,” said Mike. “There’s work to be done. Are you two going to help or just be beautiful.”
“Just be beautiful of course,” said Simone and sat on a bench. This caused her dress to ride up and Mike realized that except for an unfortunate shadow he would have been able to see her pussy.
Sarah said, “We paid good money for this charter on the basis that someone else would do all the work.”
“But you paid it to him,” Mike pointed to the toilet. “And I can’t see him doing much to help.”
Sarah came over to him, stood on tip toes, put her arms tightly around his neck and looked earnestly into his eyes.
“Skipper Mike,” she whispered. “We’ll find some way to pay you.”
Mike was aware of her teenage breasts against his chest, of her knicker-less vulva pressing against his erection. Sarah’s lips parted and she kissed him tenderly.
Mike wondered when he would wake from this dream.
Mike took the dinghy and moored “Queen of the Waves.” When he returned he found that Simone and Sarah had made a modest effort. Each had a small suitcase. There were two large chilly bins and one small one.
“For Daddy’s farewell party,” said Sarah. “Our evening dresses,” pointing to the suitcases. “The food,” pointing to the small chilly bin. “The champagne,” pointing to the two large chilly bins.
Mike rowed the dinghy and faced Simone and Sarah as they sat in the stern. He couldn’t take his eyes off their beautiful, fully exposed thighs. He could take his mind off the thought that there were two naked pussies protected only by an inch of sun dress.
The inevitable happened and he could do nothing as he needed both hands to row.
“Skipper Mike, I know a way we could get to shore faster.” Simone had that mischievous smile. Mike braced himself for what he knew was coming.
“We could put up a sail on that big mast you have there.”
Again the two women hugged each other as they laughed. Mike used an oar to splash them with water.
This only increased the laughter.
Mike’s cabin was very basic. One bedroom, one bathroom and one large room which had everything else. But the view over the bay was magnificent and Sarah and Simone were highly complimentary.
“Skipper Mike,” asked Simone peering through his telescope. “Is this what you use to find damsels in distress like us?”
“I should have used it. If I had seen the two of you, I would have stayed here.”
Simone came to him and hugged him. Again he was aware of bra-less breasts, of an almost naked pussy pushing hard into his shorts, right on his cock.
“Skipper, you do say the loveliest things.”
Mike couldn’t resist fondling her buttocks under her dress. Mike couldn’t resist lifting the front of her dress and knowing it was a naked pussy pushing into him. Mike couldn’t resist kissing her and feeling her tongue probe his mouth.
But duty called. He had to inform the coastguard about the old Sea Dog.
The coastguard were not accustomed to dealing with dead bodies on toilets.
“Why the hell are his trousers down?”
“He’s on the toilet for fuck’s sake.”
“He’s probably just constipated. Why do you think he’s dead?”
“He hasn’t moved for five hours, he’s as cold as a lawyer’s heart and we stuck a safety pin into him 20 times. And we put a mirror under his nose.”
“Why the hell did you do that?”
Mike explained the two movies and this both impressed and convinced the coastguard. The commanding officer came to the phone.
“So you used the old mirror and safety pin checks. Smart work. They never fail. At least not in the movies I’ve seen.”
Unfortunately a large gathering of the city’s movers and shakers had taken out a flotilla of their gin-palaces and ,by the time they were completely drunk, had all run aground. All the coastguard’s resources would be tied up for hours trying to save them. It was agreed they would come out at first light the next morning to collect the remains of the old Sea Dog.
Sarah and Simone had been busy while Mike was doing this. They had collected a large pile of driftwood onto the beach in front of Mike’s cabin. They went through his pantry collecting all his plates and cutlery and took those out.
Then they went into the bathroom together. Mike heard their excited giggles as they showered.
“There’s not much hot water. Please leave some for me,” he called out to them, then wondered why he was wasting his breath.
After 25 minutes they emerged, wrapped in towels.
“Skipper Mike there’s something wrong with the water here. It’s just run cold.”
They vanished into his bedroom with their suitcases.
“Ladies only in here for the next half hour.” Simone wagged a finger at him.
As he continued his discussion with the coastguard Mike heard hair driers and excited comments.
“Mum, you are so beautiful.”
“Sarah, there really isn’t very much of that dress.”
“Mum, won’t you be showing too much cleavage?”
“Sarah, where are our thongs?”
“You know you stole my last one this afternoon.”
Mike finally finished with the coastguard. He had his cold shower and by the time he was finished his bedroom was empty. He looked outside. It was dark but the bonfire sent flames into the air. He could see two figures lying on a rug beside it holding hands.
He dressed in his best trousers and shirt and went out to join them.
The two figures stood up and as he went closer he could see them clearly by the light of the flames.
The sight which beheld him was far beyond his most erotic fantasies.
Simone was wearing a long white dress which came to her ankles and offset her lightly tanned skin perfectly.
The top was widely parted at her shoulders and the garment only came together just below her navel. The rounded sides of her breasts were bare, almost to her nipples, and these, in the night air, jutted prominently against the material covering them.
Her long dress was slit up the side of her left leg. The slit went as far as her hip bone. She had her left leg slightly forward so that it was completely exposed. All her thigh, even the inside. The floating folds of the dress only just covered her pussy. It was obvious to Mike that no thongs had been found.
Mike was now used to her haughty expression. But he could also see that hint of a smile, that confident, welcoming challenge.
Sarah was a contrast. He dress was black, tight and even shorter than the sun dress she had worn that day. The satiny material clung to her upper body. As the flame lights flickered, her breasts were so visible that it seemed that she was naked and had painted her body black. So obvious was the shape of her firm, rounded, teenage breasts. So obvious were her nipples.
Her expression was of open teenage enthusiasm but with that hint of mischievousness.
“Well Skipper Mike, will we be suitable company for you.?”
“On any other night I would say ‘Yes’. But tonight I have to work on my book.”
But his smile was broad and their laughter was confident.
First he went to Sarah, who put her arms up to hug him. They kissed with open mouths, Mike ran his hand up the top of her dress and fondled her breast. Sarah pushed herself into him and pushed her left leg between his.
With his other hand he lifted her dress above her waist. His hand drifted over her pussy. It was absolutely hairless and very soft and smooth. He gently explored the soft folds of her outer labia.
He then turned to Simone who was as welcoming as her daughter with her mouth and tongue and lips. She didn’t mind as Mike took both the straps off her shoulders and her dress fell away exposing her upper body. Mike explored with his fingers and hands. Explored the slim tautness of her belly, the tiny folds of her navel, the firmness of her breasts. Not as firm and uplifted as Sarah’s to be sure, but Mike knew they would be the envy of all the girls he had been with.
His other hand moved inside the slit in her dress to discover her feminine intimacies. Again a smooth and hairless pussy, her labia soft and warm.
All three sat down on the rug with Mike in between. With no rush Simone replaced her shoulder straps. But she felt no need to adjust her dress where the split had left both thighs open and her pussy only just covered. Mike placed his hand on her upper thigh and Simone parted her legs slightly allowing him to go to the top of her thighs, with the side of his hand against her labia.
Sarah’s dress was simply too short to cover her as she sat. Her beautiful feminine folds were open and she made no effort to cover them. Mike’s other hand cupped her pussy protectively.
Both women sipped their wine. Both Mike’s hands were otherwise occupied.
“”It’s tough being a man with the two of you. I can’t drink any wine.”
Sarah put her glass to his lips.
“Poor old Sea Dog,” said Mike looking out at the gin palace in the moonlight. “What a pity he didn’t last one more day.”
“Sarah and I were planning on just two of use being at this party. Perhaps he’s already found his heavenly mermaids.”
“Perhaps he already has his trousers down,” giggled Sarah.
Sarah went to the cabin to get more wine. Mike opened Simone’s dress a little more and bent over to softly kiss and lick her outer genitals. Simone shuddered and stroked his hair.
Mike looked up at her beautiful face which now showed no sign of haughtiness.
“Simone, we do have one problem. I only have one cock.”
“So I can feel,” she said stroking her hand on his trousers over his erection.
“I thought that as we are having a four course meal, Sarah could go with the appetizer, I will be the entree and go on like that.”
“Does that mean I’ve got to have eight courses.”
“You can skip some of the food if you like.”
Simone clasped Mike’s erection through his trousers.
“Just two things please Skipper Mike,” she held his shaft and looked into his eyes. “Sarah is by no means a virgin, but you know what teenage boys are like. Her experience has been “wham bang”. She deserves more I think.”
Mike reflected on Sarah’s lovely teenage beauty and thought she certainly did.
“Mmmm. And the other thing.”
“Sarah’s Mum isn’t all that confident. I have been married for 17 years and apart from two guilt ridden and unsatisfying flings I haven’t played around. And dear Rupert had no idea or really any interest in me.”
Mike was a little surprised. It didn’t fit with his assessment of Simone’s character.
“You are so beautiful Simone.”
He eased her dress off her right shoulder and looked at her wonderful bare breast as the light from the flames danced over it.
Sarah returned with the wine. She took no notice of her mother’s semi nudity and sat down with her pussy yellow and red from the flame light. She might as well have been topless as the material covering her breasts was so translucent.
Mike sat, not touching either woman; simply luxuriating in the extraordinary beauty, the extraordinary femininity, the extraordinary promise of a night of sexuality beyond his dreams.
Simone stood up.
“I must go and prepare the appetizer.”
She bent over Sarah and the two women kissed each other on the lips. She bent over Mike and placed her bare nipple in his mouth. Mike sucked gently and briefly and Simone went to Mike’s cabin.
Sarah smiled at Mike.” What are your orders, skipper?”
“Your sailor’s uniform isn’t standard issue. It must go.”
So Sarah stood and Mike unzipped her dress and raised it over her head. Her big brown breast with their big brown aureoles greeted him. Her flat stomach, her thin waist, her long slender thighs were open to his gaze.
Her labia seemed to be smiling at him, in a vertical sort of way.
Mike took her in his arms and laid her on the blanket and took off his clothes. Sarah raised her knees and parted her legs and held out her arms.
“Please, please fuck me now, skipper.”
“I will most certainly fuck you but not right now, most exquisitely beautiful Sarah.
With his lips and tongue and fingers and hands Mike caressed and worshiped Sarah’s body; from her forehead to her knees and to her fingers. Sarah’s sexuality was awakened to the eroticism she had in every inch of her body, to how her skin tingled after his touch, to how thrills seemed to go from where his fingers were to her vagina.
His tongue and fingers played their magic tune on her nipples and on her labia, but he neither entered her vagina nor stimulated her clitoris. Sarah relaxed mentally as her body built its excitement. Her hips moved with a will of their own, her breathing started to quicken.
When Mike returned to kiss her lips she opened her mouth wide and sucked his tongue urgently. When his hands returned to her breasts with a firmer touch she put her hand on his forcing him into her harder. When his hand moved up her inner thighs she parted her legs and just about squealed with excitement of his feathery touch.
When his fingers played over her pussy she felt an erotic thrill as he stroked her clitoral hood. When he parted her inner labia and his fingers entered her sodden vagina, it was not with the crude thrust of her previous lovers but as though he was finding every nerve ending to build her excitement.
Then his divine fingers found her clitoris. Then her pleasure burst through her loins and exploded in a shuddering orgasm. Then Sarah burst into tears of happiness and excitement and held his shoulders in a iron grip.
Before she recovered Mike’s fingers were in her vagina. At first deeply, exploring her cervix and Sarah pushed her hips up to take him deeper. Then Mike’s fingers partially withdrew and she felt a totally new form of pleasure, a totally new form of excitement as he caressed her G spot. Her orgasm came even more powerfully and left Sarah panting.
Mike moved down between Sarah’s thighs. He parted her legs wider and pushed her knees towards her breasts. Her most intimate femininity was open and willingly available to him. He kissed and licked up her inner thighs, on that wonderful soft flesh between her thighs and her labia, her pubic mound, her clitoral hood, her outer labia which were now drenched with her feminine juices. Down and lingeringly over her perineum, down to her anus.
This was a new world for Sarah. She had talked about this with her friends and had been repulsed. Now she delighted in his exploration.
When Mike’s lips sucked Sarah’s clitoris, the soft tender eroticism almost tormented her until he increased the pressure and her tension was released in another orgasm. Then his fingers on her G spot with his tongue on her clitoris.
At first Sarah was only vaguely aware of Mike’s finger entering her anus, but when two fingers were inside to the top knuckle, the forbidden excitement overwhelmed her. Sarah tightened her sphincter around his digits as her orgasm consumed her from her pubic mound, her clitoris, her G spot, to the depths of her vagina and the depths of her bowel.
They lay side by side. Sarah’s body was covered in perspiration and reflected the glow of the flames as Mike surveyed her beauty. Sarah ran her fingers through Mike’s hair.
“Oh you beautiful man. Skipper Mike, you may have saved us from a shipwreck, but I think I need to be saved from you.”
They giggled and laughed and sipped wine. Then it struck Sarah.
“Mike, I’ve had all those wonderful orgasms and you haven’t even had one.”
Mike nuzzled her ear.
“You can say it now,” he whispered.
“Say what?”
.”What you said before.”
“Oh yes I remember. Please, please, fuck me now skipper.”
The nerves in Sarah’s vagina were still aroused making his entry an exquisite delight. But what thrilled Sarah almost as much was the beautiful feel of this beautiful man’s beautiful hardness and masculinity deep inside her. She thrust her hips, she squeezed with her vaginal muscles, she wrapped her thighs around Mike’s waist.
Mike was so aroused by the foreplay, by Sarah’s beauty, by her desire for him, by the feel of her soft, warm, wet vagina that he had to use an iron will not to come too soon. But fortunately Sarah was almost completely aroused before his entry so that when his penis focused on her G spot her orgasm came so quickly it took Sarah by surprise.
Her groans of orgasmic joy were accompanied by groans of pleasure as she felt him stiffen, heard him grunt, felt him plunge onto her cervix and knew his semen was spraying into her feminine depths.
They lay like that for ten minutes, saying little, then separated and sipped some wine.
“Appetizers anyone,” called Simone as she came from the cabin.
Sarah reached for her dress, but Mike extended a restraining hand and he made no effort to dress himself. Simone brought out .a plate of smoked salmon with sour cream and caviar on strips of wholemeal bread.
Simone looked at the two naked bodies. She saw Mike’s flaccid penis, his slim torso with its lean hard musculature. She looked at Sarah and saw the orgasmic flush in her daughter’s cheeks.
“Won’t you be getting cold without any clothes, Sarah?”
“I’m lovely and warm and anyway Skipper Mike won’t let me get dressed.”
“I’m feeling a little overdressed with you two like that.”
So Mike again eased off Simone’s shoulder straps and lifted her dress so that it hid nothing, But Simone decided that it would be better if she took off the dress completely.
The three sat by the fire nibbling their salmon. They sat cross legged. Sarah was completely relaxed about her pussy being in full view of Mike. Simone felt less comfortable, particularly as Mike made no attempts to disguise his gazes at her shaven pussy. Once he looked up from it and then smiled at her.
Simone felt the urge to close her knees, but fought it and in fact spread her legs far wider. Mike’s smile widened.
Sarah had watched this interchange and had watched Mike’s tumescence fully recover.
“Time for me to prepare the entree, I think.”
She kissed Mike and held his hand to her breast and as she kissed her mother she whispered, “You are a very lucky lady.”
As she had said to Mike earlier, Simone was hesitant. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Mike. She liked him, she loved his body and she hadn’t had good sex in years.
First she was worried about her age. She was within a few years of being twice as old as he. She had no reason to worry. She had a classical bone structure, perfect complexion, slimness, years with a personal trainer and the good luck to have the genes which kept her breasts firm and pointed high.
Mike sensed that despite her brazen-ness, despite her earlier confidence Simone needed reassurance.
“Simone, you are so beautiful. What is the most beautiful part of you I wonder?”
“Is it these eyes?” A kiss to her eyelids.
“Your beautiful, aristocratic face?” A shower of light kisses.
“Possibly these soft full lips.” A lingering kiss.
And so he covered her all her body with praise and kisses.
“This slim nose, maybe?”
“These smooth cheeks?”
“This slender neck?”
All over her body. Simone’s upper arms, her armpits, wrists, hands, breasts, aureoles, nipples, belly, navel, pubic mound, labia, thighs, knees, calves and feet.
Simone started by giggling at the humor, but her body relaxed, responded and rejoiced as Mike explored and questioned.
Simone had also worried that she might not have the right responses, that her sexuality was inadequate.
But these concerns vanished as Mike’s fingers traced over her inner thighs, causing a beautiful sensation to shiver through to her vagina. His fingers played her pussy like a Mozart sonata and her orgasm came in a crescendo. Like her daughter, Simone experienced his wonderful mouth on her clitoris and like her daughter Simone’s body was swamped in the joy of multiple orgasms..
By the time Mike’s rampant cock spread the pink folds of her inner labia, Simone was in a state of ecstatic bliss and she moaned in uninhibited delight with her last orgasm.
Mike propped her shoulders and head on some cushions and knelt astride Simone’s chest. She bent forward and eagerly took his cock into her mouth, into her throat and sucked and licked urgently.
Mike withdrew so that his orgasm squirted over her aristocratic face before Simone sucked the last of his juices from his penis.
Side by side they lay, gazing into each other’s face. Mike’s fingers gently rubbed his semen into Simone’s face and both enjoyed the intimate, cloying smell.
They threw more wood on the fire and Sarah brought out the entree: a fresh Caesar salad.
Mike gave a skipper’s command that both women must keep their knees at least 18 inches apart.
This was accepted with enthusiasm and without question and as time went by, both Sarah and her mother enjoyed the brazen sexuality of their femininity and kept their knees wider. They relished Mike’s open admiration and they marveled how this strange set of circumstances had resulted in their being on this remote beach with this extraordinary young man.
Simone went inside to prepare her main course and Sarah offered her body as her main course. After the delight of Mike’s earlier oral sex with her she wanted to return the favor.
Sarah pushed hard and didn’t mind the discomfort in her throat, didn’t mind that she gagged. She was totally focused on the delight of having his rigid cock in her mouth and on the delight in giving him pleasure.
Then Mike asked her to kneel on the blanket with her shoulders flat on the ground. She pushed her stomach towards the earth which meant that her buttocks were pointed almost to the sky. She parted her legs, thrilled that she was in this submissive position with her genitals open to Mike to do with as he wished.
Mike grasped her hips strongly and thrust his penis into her vagina and pounded vigorously. In this position his penis penetrated even deeper and the pressure on her G spot was even greater.
Their sex wasn’t gentle. It was primeval, basic, unrestrained physicality. Sarah’s role was to push herself backwards to get Mike deeper into her and to cry out loudly as her orgasm surged. She didn’t think that life could offer more. But she was wrong. Mike pushed two saliva covered fingers into her anus.
The initial entry was abrupt and might have hurt had Sarah not been so excited. When those fingers were fully inserted, with their own lovely feeling on her rectum wall, increasing the pressure of Mike’s cock on her vaginal nerves Sarah surrendered completely to her most primitive, animal instincts and became a sexual beast and howled in delight.
Mike withdrew from her vagina and easily thrust his penis into Sarah’s dilated anus and her ecstasy took a different dimension. Her bowel felt gorgeously full with his manliness, the feeling of his cock rubbing against her smooth bowel walls, the indirect pleasure to her vagina from the pressure. When Mike moved his fingers to Sarah’s clitoris her world contracted so that she was only aware of her flesh from her pubic mound to her anus and Mike’s magical, ravishing cock.
Her orgasmic wail was even louder.
Later Mike told her that it was just as well the bay was deserted or someone would have called the police to say there was a pack of wolves on the loose.
Simone’s main course of baked salmon was superb. Simone had certainly not watched Sarah and Mike together, but couldn’t avoid hearing Sarah’s excited wails.
When Sarah went to the bathroom Simone asked Mike, “Skipper, did you see the movie, ‘When Harry met Sally?’”
“Yes.”
“And do you remember when Meg Ryan faked an orgasm in the restaurant.”
“Yes.”
“And when a waitress asked a dear old lady what she wanted to eat, the lady pointed at Meg Ryan and said, whatever she’s having.”
“That was a great scene.”
“Skipper, may I place my order for desert?”
“This is most irregular I’m the skipper and I decide. But,” Mike laughed, “Because you have such a beautiful nose, I will agree.”
“Skipper, for desert, could I please have what Sarah just had. Whatever it was.”
But Simone’s introduction was different from Sarah’s. She had little of her daughter’s impetuosity, she had an intellectual aversion to anal sex and a sphincter muscle which refused to yield. Nonetheless she was determined that a new part of her life was starting. After her now usual multiple orgasms from Mike’s tongue and penis in her vagina, she lay facing him with her knees high around his waist.
Mike was ever so slow in forcing his well oiled penis inside, but it still hurt.
“Do you want to go on Simone?”
“Yes please skipper,” and she regained her composure and forced her rectum to become used to this overfull sensation. When he was fully inside she felt uncomfortable, but not sore, not sexually aroused but emotionally happy that she was doing this with the man who had saved her life and she was liking more and more.
Mike’s thrusts were ever so slow and ever so tender. Gradually Simone’s rectum walls expanded and she stopped feeling uncomfortable.
She didn’t orgasm but felt an emotional thrill as Mike ejaculated deep in her bowel. She clung to him and sobbed a little.
Sobbed for her wasted sexual years, sobbed for the joy she felt now, sobbed with pleasure at her new found sexuality.
The three walked arm in arm and naked along the beach.
“May I ask you ladies a question?”
“Whatever you like, Skipper Mike.”
“Just about as soon as I came on board, I knew you wanted to have sex. But you don’t strike me as the type of women who just casually bonk.”
“You’re right. We’re not. But we had to honor our promise to you.”
“What promise? I didn’t hear any promise.”
“When we were waving at you, we were terrified you were going to ignore us. So we yelled at you saying that you could do whatever you liked with us for a week if you rescued us,” said Simone.
“And immediately you turned and came to us. Surely you heard?” said Sarah.
“I couldn’t hear a thing over the noise of my engine.”
Sarah and Simone looked at each other.
“Oh dear Mum, we’ve put ourselves through this sexual abuse for nothing.”
“And he thought we were interested in him, just for his body. What an ego.” Mike could hear the giggles starting.
“And we threw those expensive thongs overboard for no reason.” More giggles.
“And we’ve had all these orgasms when we could have been spending the night paying final respects to the old Sea Dog and remembering Daddy.” The laughter broke out.
“What do we do now?”
“Well a promise is a promise I suppose darling daughter. However unattractive the implications.” Simone stroked Mike’s cock.
They all walked on in silence.
“Can I be absolutely clear on this? You will do anything I want for a week?” said Mike.
“We have no choice, we promised,” said Sarah.
“Anything you want for a week. Aren’t you pleased?” Simone whispered and returned her hand to his cock.
“I most certainly am. ‘Queen of the Waves’ needs a good coat of paint and so does my cabin.”
Simone’s gentle touch on Mike’s penis changed to a cruel twist.
The coastguard arrived very early the next morning. The commanding officer took charge.
“We’ve got to be sure that the old Sea Dog is dead, not just constipated.”
He stuck a needle into the corpse 10 times, then held a mirror to its mouth.
“Dead,” he pronounced to his crew who were watching in awe at their commander’s forensic skills.
“As dead as the snapper I ate last night.”
Simone’s mind and body overcame their reluctance towards anal sex after two days Her ecstatic wails matched her daughter’s as she knelt, shoulders down on the blanket, holding her buttocks apart to help Mike’s rampant erection drive deeper into her bowel..
“Queen of the Waves” was transformed by the women from an ugly duckling to a graceful swan. Sarah and Simone took an almost parental pride in her when they had finished.
Rupert, Simone’s former husband lived in happiness with his increasingly fat secretary. Life seemed to be blissfully stress-free without Simone and Sarah.
The old Sea Dog’s first week in heaven was tinged with sadness.
He looked down on Mike ravishing Simone and Sarah and pondered on what might have been. Then St Peter introduced him to three heavenly mermaids and told him that no-one died of a heart attack in heaven.
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