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A Fathers Love

My Daddy always loved me. For as long as I can remember. Mom was never really around, she was always busy doing something else. Something that never seemed to include my dad and me. She didn’t even sleep in the same room as him most of the time – and that was if she was even home, which most of the time she wasn’t.
It was my father who took the time with me. Who loved me and cared for me. Always making sure I had everything I needed, and was properly cared for, provided for and loved. Growing up I had everything a girl could want. The perfect pink room, with all the stuffed animals and dolls I could ask for, with a princess bed, and a bathroom joined to my room. It happened to also go into the room that daddy slept in. Mom’s room was the Master, but he said he didn’t mind, and that it was better this way.
As I got older, Mom was around less and less, and Daddy spent more and more time with me. He always said to anyone who asked that he was making up for my lack-of a mother. I didn’t mind or notice her missing though. I loved my daddy, and that’s all that mattered.
One night before bed as I sat in the bath talking to my Daddy who sat on the floor beside me, I asked why at 10 years old , nearing 11, he still helped me in the bath every night, as most of my girlfriends were at the point where they were embarrassed to even be seen in a full swim suit by their fathers.
He explained that by this point in a girls life, a mother normally takes over, and explains and teaches the young girl of all the things it means to be a woman. And of relationships between men and women, and the changes already happening in my body. He told me that because my own mother wanted no real part in my life, that he new from when I was still an infant that this would fall to him. And he didn’t mind. He was actually happy that it had fallen to him. But because it had fallen on him, he said that he always tried to be really close with me, even when I was little, so that I would always be comfortable around him, and could show and talk to him about anything. Anything at all.
I only really understood part of what he meant by this at this time, but I trusted my Daddy, and knew that he knew what was best for me.
I asked him to teach me right then, but he told me that I had to wait, that even though I was almost 11, I was still a little young to learn everything of being a grown woman, but that he would teach me as the time became right.
I was a little upset at his answer, and asked to get out of the bath right away, so that I could go to bed, read, and think about what he had said. I could tell he was a little disappointed, but as we did every night, he turned the shower on to rinse the bubbles from my bath off as he stood outside the tub getting wet. He then continued to shampoo and rinse my hair, then put in the conditioner. He then lathered up and cleaned my who body, as I was used to before rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, and turning off the water. Then wrapping me in the towel, and holding me as I stepped out so that I wouldn’t slip on the wet floor, he then dried me off, and sent me to my room where I put on my pyjama’s and got into bed.
After about an hour, like normal he came in, kissed me goodnight and turned out all the lights, making sure I was safely tucked in for the night.
And life went on, as it does, continuing much the same way.
A few months later I asked him when he would begin teaching me, as I had been asking about once a week ever since that night in that bath. Finally frustrated with me, he told me “If you want a number so bad, lets say 13. Understood? Do not ask again!”
I was shocked at his outburst, and never did ask again.
Again, life went on.
Shortly after my 12th birthday, I came home to life-changing events. My mom was home, I saw her car in the driveway! This is the first time I had seen her in over a month. I was excited and scared at the same time. For the last 6 months or so, every time she came around it was never good., but none-the-less, she was my mother.
I walked in the door, and instantly knew that this visit wasn’t going to be any better than the last few. She was screaming at my Dad, and I instantly wanted to turn and leave. She had seen me though, and started to tell me to turn around, that we were leaving.
I asked where she was taking me, where were we going? She had never taken me anywhere in my memory, and I was more than a little confused. She told me that we were moving. She had bought a house for me and her, and she was taking me there.
I immediately started to cry. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t really know her, and I knew that Daddy wasn’t going to be allowed to come. I cried and cried. I cried so hard I had to sit down on the floor. Finally I heard my daddy’s voice. He was calmly trying to get my mother to calm down. He was trying to get her to see reason, to say what I just couldn’t find the words to say. That I didn’t know her. That I didn’t understand why or what she was doing. And that I was scared.
My mother would have none of it though. She grabbed my arm, and tried to pull me up, screaming at me to get in the car. I couldn’t seem to move. Finally after what seemed like hours, but I know couldn’t have been, she gave up, and stomped out the door, leaving it wide open.
She opened her car door, and then paused, looking back into the house, where she stated, so that we could hear, but not quite yelling, that she would NOT be coming back, and that I would never see her again. She then climbed in her car and left. And true to her word, she has not returned, or even tried to contact me ever again.
Daddy seemed shocked, he then walked to the front door, closed it and locked it. He then sat down on the floor, wrapped me in his arms and held me as I cried.
I wondered if I should have gone with her, but as soon as I felt my daddy’s arms around me, I knew I had made the right decision.
Eventually I stopped crying, and Daddy went and ordered delievery for dinner, as there wasn’t going to be any cooking going on that night.
Neither one of us ate much that night, and I quickly asked for my bath after dinner. Sooner than normal, but I just didn’t feel right.
My bath went like normal, me quite sad. I knew what had happened, and realized I would never see my mother again, and while that was upsetting, it was also comforting.
I asked Daddy as he was towelling me dry that night if it was wrong that I was kind of happy that mom was gone.
He told me that there was nothing wrong with what I was feeling, and that it would all be alright.
That night, I didn’t sleep. I lay all alone in my bed, wide awake. Daddy checked on me a few times, but I was always awake. I don’t think he slept that night either.
The next morning I was really tired. Daddy called me in sick at school, and put me back in bed. Finally I managed to fall asleep, when I woke up, I could hear daddy on the phone. He must have been talking with someone at my school, because he was explaining what had happened the night before, and that I probably wouldn’t be in for a couple of days. I was relieved to know I could stay home and be with him until I was ready to go back to school.
I feel asleep happy knowing my daddy was protecting and loving me.
Later he woke me up for my dinner and bath, and I will admit, I was still pretty sleepy.
I stumbled my way through dinner, but perked up once I was in the bath.
I asked him if he still loved me, even though it meant Mom would never come home again.
He told me he did.
I asked him why she left.
He told me it’s because of him.
I asked what he meant
He explained that it’s because no one ever taught her how to be a good wife and mother, and he never taught her either. So it wasn’t all her fault but part his.
I didn’t know what to say to that, and just sat quietly in the tub.
Finally he talked again.
He told me that he was going to teach me different. That he would help me be a good wife and mother, so that when I had kids, I wouldn’t do the same thing to them that she had done to me.
I smiled at that.
At that Daddy reached across into the tub and gave me a big kiss on the lips. It kind of shocked me, and I looked at him with questions in my eyes.
He then asked me if I was ready to begin learning.
I asked him what he meant, and he repeated his question.
I was still confused though, and I told him so.
He told me that he knows he had said he wouldn’t start teaching me until I was 13, but that due to what had happened, he felt that I should start learning sooner so that I wouldn’t get into my mom’s bad habits.
When he said this I remembered our earlier conversations, and agreed right away.
At this he smiled, and kissed me again.
He said that he might take it a little slower than planned, but that he would teach me everything I needed to know.
He then asked me if I was ready to start right then, or if I would like to wait till morning, and have one more night being Daddy’s innocent little girl first.
I told him I was more than happy to start right away, afterall Mom had left both of us, and we needed each other.
Again Daddy smiled.
He told me then to stand up, as he had to clean me.
Daddy took an extra long time cleaning me that night, and it kind of tickled to be honest.
After when he was drying me, he told me I was to go to my room, and sit on my bed wrapped in the towel, well he went and changed some things in the house.
I nodded, and walked off to my room. Wondering what Daddy was about to do.
After what seemed like forever, daddy finally came into my room. He had a big shopping bag with him.
He explained that these were new clothes for me, and that he would get me more in the next week or so, but this was enough to start. He also said that I was not to wear what I had in my closet and dresser, as those were kid clothes, and I was no longer a little kid. He then sat down on my bed, and removed my towel. He then pulled out a really nice night-shirt made of lace and silk, and told me to put it on. It barely covered my bum. I blushed a little, but daddy explained that this is what wives wear to bed. At this I smiled, and tried to climb into bed, as I figured he was putting me to bed like normal.
He stopped me though. He told me that wives sleep with their husbands, and that I was now to sleep in his bed. I was really happy at this and gave him a really big hug.
He also told me that the rules were changing, as I was now growing up. He said there would be more changes as I learned, but these were the basics:
1. No more playing or being with boys UNLESS daddy was around and supervising.
2. I was no longer aloud to have little kid baths. I would shower from now on, or have baths with daddy in them too. This excited me, cause Daddy never got in the bath with me!
3. For the next little bit he would help me, but by my 13th birthday I would be doing all the cooking for dinner and desserts, as well as all the housecleaning. This I wasn’t so happy about, but he explained this is what a good wife does.
4. I was no longer to sleep in pyjamas. I was to sleep in what I was told was ‘sleepwear” like what I had on, or naked. But that was it. And if Daddy requested something, that is what I would wear instead. This confused me a bit, but if that’s what wives did….
5. I was always to do as I was told, and to do it quickly. If not, then he would treat me like the baby I was acting like, and swiftly spank me on the bare bottom.
6. That these rules would change as I learned and changed, and they must be followed as they changed.
I was happy with this, and told him so. I told him that from the kids at school, I knew that husbands and wives had sex, and that that is how babies are made.
He laughed at this, which confused me a little bit.
He then asked if I knew what sex was, and I told him no, which again made him laugh.
I asked him if he would teach me, and he told me he would, but not all at once, as if I did things to quickly, then I wouldn’t learn right, and that wasn’t good for anyone.
He also told me that I wouldn’t have to worry about school for a while, as he was going to take me out until the following school year. This excited me, as I never much liked school anyways. He said I would still be in school, but a different type of school, and that made me happy even though there was still school.
As we had been talking for a while, I was getting tired, as it was past when I normally went to sleep. I yawned and daddy chuckled. He said that since I was learning to be a wife, that I would likely be staying up later, but because I was still young, that he would let me sleep in in the mornings. This made me happy, as I rarely got to sleep in…or stay up late!
Daddy saw my eagerness, and smiled, and said that it was time for bed. I sighed, and went to walk to my new bed…in Daddy;s room!
I pulled down the covers and went to get in, but Daddy told me to stop. I was a little confused.
He said that because I was still a ‘virgin’ – I’d never heard this word before, that I had to wear panties to bed. Once I wasn’t though, then I could go to bed without them. I went to go get mine, but he stopped me and reminded me, that I wasn’t to wear my clothes anymore. I was a little shocked that this meant my panties too, but he reached into the bag and pulled out panties I had never seen before. He explained that it was called a thong, and helped me put it on. He then showed me where my new clothes would be….though right now all I could see where more of these “thongs” and the night-shirts like what I had on. There were a few other things, but I was too tired to really notice.
He saw this, and smiled, and told me to take off my top, and to go to bed.
I smiled at this, and quickly did as I was told. I neatly put my new top on the back of a chair though, as I figured he would be upset if I just threw it on the floor like normal. I then crawled into bed, and got under the covers.
Daddy then took off all his clothes too, and when he saw the shock on my face, he told me that he wasn’t a virgin, so he would be sleeping naked, without underwear. I just shrugged my shoulders and rolled over. He then turned out the lights, and crawled into bed with me. He then snuggled up behind me. This shocked me, especially as I could feel his body touching mine, and I could feel his penis on my bum.
I squirmed a bit, which made his penis twitch. Finally he roughly told me to lay still.
It was hard though, and I told him why, and he laughed. I didn’t know what I said was so funny.
He told me that if I promised to lay really still and go to sleep, that he would put his penis – but he called it a cock, and said I was to call it that too, that he would put his cock between my bum cheaks, just resting, so it couldn’t bother me anymore.
This made sense, so I agreed.
He slowly spread my bum cheaks apart, which felt weird, Daddy touching me that way, especially as he pushed the blankets down so he could see better. He slowly spread them apart, and then gently placed his cock between them, and let the go back around it.
I could feel wetness, and asked him if he had peed on me.
He chuckled and explained that it was something called precum. And that he would explain more on that later. He also said that he was so happy I was learning now, that he might actually cum in the night, and that if he did, not to worry, that it just meant he was extra happy.
This made me happy, and I nestled back into him, causing his cock to rub in my ass cheaks a bit, which felt pretty good.
He then reached one hand around me, and cupped my growing breasts in his hands, and told me to go to sleep.
By this point I was so tired, I didn’t need to be told again, and almost instantly feel asleep. Laying there with his cock in my ass cheaks, holding my boobs, felt so good and safe, that I couldn’t stop the sleep.
I slept like that all night. Waking the next morning to a sticky spot on my new underwear. I figured this meant that I had made daddy really happy, even though he was no longer in bed with me.
Little did I know what was to come.

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My Busty Stepmother

I’m not going to use fancy words to try to tell this story. There may be many grammatical errors but I don’t care. I’m just going to be straight forward and truthful about this story that I am about to share with you. So sit back and relax. I hope you enjoy
I’ve been quite attracted to my step mother for quite sometime. Im 21 now. She’s everything I look for in a woman. She has a big ass, nice round tits, and pretty little pink pussy. I know this because whenever I visited my dad and I was home alone, I would go to there room and snoop around. I came across a couple of homemade videos of her masturbating when I was 16. Ever since I watched those videos I’ve become addicted to her. For months I’ve been trying think of ways and ideas to have my way with her. I even thought of putting a sleeping pill in her drink when it was just me and her in the house but I immediately turned that down.
There were so many opportunities where I could make a move but I was always so afraid to try. Many times she has bent over in front of me, walked in front of me with a towel wrapped around her naked body, and even got drunk around me. After years of these activities, my urges have gotten worse. One time while she was vacuuming the house, I laid on my bed wearing no boxers under my mesh shorts, purposely made my dick hard so she would walk in my room and see it. I haven’t mentioned yet but I was 17 during this moment and I’m fairly sized. 8.3 inches. Once she walked through the door and saw, she immediately shut it. Since that didn’t work I had to try something else.
I tried to peep in the shower many times but I never got any glimpse. One time I tried a very risky move of putting a camera in the bathroom but that backfired and I got caught. Since it was me her alone she knew instantaneously it was me and she ended up telling my father. Me and my father had a long talk about this and surprisingly he wasn’t furious about this situation, but whenever I came to visit him..my stepmom was always gone and my father was home a lot more than usual. So there was no way I could watch her masturbation videos, see her naked or have my way with her, but 1 year later…I’d finally get my chance.
It was Christmas time and this year we would celebrate it at my aunts house. My aunt was fairly wealthy and she had a pretty big house. I arrived at the house around 3 pm and my dad and step mom showed up around 5 pm. My dad and stepmom didn’t leave eye sight until we started playing board games. That’s our Christmas tradition after dinner. We would play board games like Yahtzee, Monopoly etc. Me and my step mom decided to sit out. I asked her if she would like to play a game of pool in the basement and she said yes. I saw my dad nod to her In the corner of my eye like he gave her approval. So I went down stairs first and she followed me. I racked the balls and she broke. Throughout the first game we made small talk. Talking about gifts and the Christmas dinner. As she was making her shots though… She bent over putting her ass right up In the air and it allowed me to get a clear view down her shirt. It was a cut shirt and it showed a bit when she did this. My urges were going crazy and it was making me very hard. She won the first game. I went upstairs after the first to grab a soda and told the family that she whooped my ass and we are about play a second.
I went back downstairs and she had the balls racked and and she told me to break. I broke and I didn’t make anything. So it was her turn and she bent over with her ass up in the air and it allowed me to see down her shirt again but something was different, her bra was off. My urges were going out of control and I was hard in 2 seconds. I don’t know I didn’t notice this when I came back downstairs, I guess I wasn’t paying much attention. She saw me looking down her shirt and she giggled and she winked at me. What happened next was completely unexpected. She came over to me and put her hand on my crotch area and started moving her hand around it (outside my pants). She said “I know you have the hots for me, your moves were to obvious” but then she went on telling me that she had the hots for me to and that she thought about me when she masturbated. I don’t completely remember every sentence. So while she was rubbing my dick outside my pants she grabbed my hand and she put it on her right breast. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I’ve been wanting to do this for years and out of no where it happened in the middle of a pool game. She took off her shirt and she told me to suck her tits so I did and it was incredible. Her nipples were so hard and while sucked one I pinched the other. I couldn’t get my mouth off of them. While I was doing this she was trying to moan but she knew she had to stay quite so she was biting her lower lip.
After I fished sucking her tits after a few minutes, she got down to her knees and starting undoing my belt to pull my pants down but instead, I pulled down my zipper and took my dick out through my boxer hole. She immediately deep throated me. I’ve never felt this good before and to this day I still can’t describe it. No girl could ever deep throat me, who knew it was going to be my step mom. I let out little moans, I couldn’t help my self. She kept sucking my dick and while she was doing so I was rolling pool balls into others to make it sound like we were still playing. After the blow job we knew we didn’t have a lot of time so she put her bra and shirt back on. Then she pulled her pants and underwear down and bent over the pool table. I couldn’t believe my eyes..there was her ass. Her big, juicy, round thick ass In the flesh. I froze up for a second and then she told me to put it in. Without any hesitation once so ever, I immediately shoved it and her whole body moved and I could tell she was in pain. She was a very tight woman. So I put my hand over her mouth and I proceeded to fuck her. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I thought I was dreaming. I came in under 30 seconds. I didn’t come inside her though, I came into a napkin that i had in my pocket. She didn’t expect that so she told me to go back in and I did. When I went back inside her little tight pussy, i put my index finger in her little asshole and she moaned so load I heard it over her covered mouth. So she put her hand over my hand. After two minutes of pounding her pussy, she orgasmed. Her whole body was shaking and moving the table. I stopped and then she Immediately told me to keep going, so I did. A minute later I told her I was very close to she pushed me away, got down on her knees to suck me off. 10 seconds of sucking my dick..I came. She swallowed every drop. My busty step mother..swallowed every drop of my cum. Immediately after, she pulled her underwear and pants up and got situated. I put my dick back in my pants and we started kissing for a few minutes. I wanted to fuck her again so badly but we both knew we had no time. Not much was said after we kissed. This second game lasted 10 minutes. We turned off the lights, went back up stairs and joined the family.
My dad asked who won and my step mom replied “I did, by a long shot.” Throughout the rest of the night we acted as if nothing ever happened. Me and my step mom created our own Christmas tradition, and to this day it still is.

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All Aboard the FWB Experience

20-year-old Jason, meets 14-year-old Jamie at the pool on a cruise ship. It doesn’t take long for him to talk her into an FWB experience, despite her young age.

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Fanstastic weekend: part 2

This is the second part to my first story. I would suggest going to that and reading it before this one. I haven’t written many stories so any advice is appreciated. Enjoy!

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HOW TO FIND AND MOULD A SLUT

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A few TIPs on having your own SLIUT
Most men and more then a few women want to have their own personal slut but don’t know how to go about finding the right type of person to make into their idea of a slut and if they should find someone they aren’t sure about to go about turning them into a slut. This article is intended to help. Now sluts can be male or female, but this article is going to focus on females.
The first thing you need to know is where to find your slut. I personally like finding them online. Why you may ask? Simple, it’s easy. You have access to millions of other people from around the world, and you can do it all from the comfort of your own house. Add to that that you don’t have to worry about what you’re wearing, awkward physical movements, getting tongue-tied, etc. After all, online you can take some time to think about what you want to say before you say it. Now, where online do you meet these women? I like local area chat rooms or chat rooms that involve a special interest of yours. This gives you something in common right from the get go. Something in common means you have something to talk about, i.e. something to build on. After all, just like in real life you can’t just go up to a woman (or man) and start talking about sex or ask them if they want to be your slut, no, of course not. You have to lay a foundation first. All good relationships start as friendships.
Okay, now that you have a hunting ground so to speak you need a target. You either want to start young (18-20ish) or middle aged (mid 30’s-mid 40’s and even early 50’s). Why these two age groups? The reason you want a young woman (or man) is because they are less likely to have sexual experience and preconceptions as to what is taboo, gross or painful. For example, a young girl with limited or no sexual experience is more likely to be curious about all things sexual and thus more willing to try new things. Their curiosity works in your favor therefore you need to do your homework and be as knowledgeable about sex as you can be or at least the various things you’re interested in, especially if you have never tried them before. For the first age group, that’s all for now. On to the second group.
Why middle-aged women? Because they tend to be more open minded and adventurous when it comes to sexual experimentation, especially those who have been in a restrictive marriage and are recently divorced. Middle-aged women tend to want to get a little wild and sow their wild oats before they feel they are too old to do that type of thing anymore. They can be just as curious or even more so then young women and just as anxious to explore sexually.
The next thing, is knowing what you want. This is very important; perhaps the most important part of looking for a slut to mold. Now, I’m not talking about hair color, breast size or even body type; although that is important for a lot of people, it’s not what I’m talking about right now. After all, if you don’t find someone
attractive you aren’t likely to want to turn him or her into your own personal slut anyway. You should try and be at least a little flexible when it comes to a person’s physical traits. After all, if someone has everything else you want how important is their hair color or whether they’re a few pounds overweight. For some it is a big deal for others not so big. When I say it’s important to know what you want, I mean sexually. For example, if anal or oral sex is important to you then obviously you won’t be happy with someone who doesn’t like doing those sex acts or is very reluctant to even try them. You also wouldn’t want to be with someone who is interested in group sex or multiple sex partners if you are the jealous type. Again this is where your sexual knowledge comes into play. Do your research! I can’t stress this enough. Make yourself an expert in everything you like to do or want to try. Wikipedia.org is a great resource to gain sexual knowledge. You can look up a term and, more often than not, you’ll find the answers you’re looking for. There are other sources of course the internet is full of them just type what you want to know in your favorite search engine and you’ll probably find a number of sites with the information you want. You also want to find out if there is more than one way to do something. Often times, when a sex act is done one way it can be uncomfortable or unpleasant, but when it’s tried a different way it can be very enjoyable and even become a favorite new activity. An example for this is anal sex. When done properly it’s very enjoyable and you’ll want to do it again and again. When done wrong it’s very painful and can even cause physical damage, so do your research.
The next step is talking to your prospective slut and finding out what turns them on. After all if you can’t get your slut turned on you won’t get very far; nor will they hang around for very long. Start off slow. If you start off too hardcore you’re more likely to scare your perspective slut off than turn them on. Find out what positions they like, fun places where they’d like to have sex or have already had sex, ask them about their fantasies and the different things they want to try sexually. You can also go into personal grooming like how they like to wear their pubic hair to what type of underwear they like to wear. Then you can move onto the things you like and see if they share your interests, but don’t be pushy if they don’t. That type of behavior will just push them away. If they don’t like something hounding them about it is not going to help you get what you want, and if they do give in they will most likely not enjoy it because they felt so pressured to try it in the first place. If it’s something that’s really important to you and they won’t even consider it, then they aren’t the one for you.
Be honest and be yourself. Honesty is extremely important in any relationship especially a sexual one. If you tell someone you have a 10-inch cock and you only have a 6-inch one then they are going to be pretty disappointed when they finally find out the truth. Same for you women, if you say you’re a D-cup and are really a B then your guy/girl is going to be disappointed when they find out the truth as well. Once you get caught (and you always do sooner or later) you lose all creditability.
Now as for getting together that often times takes patience as well. If you met this person online you don’t want to suggest meeting after just an hour of conversation. They will most likely make some excuse as to why they can’t and you probably will never hear from them again. Take your time! Patience is extremely important when grooming someone to be your slut. If you meet online the next step in talking on the phone. Again, take your time; after that you meet in person. Always meet someplace public. A restaurant, a mall, some place with security officers and a good amount of people traffic. Don’t worry about being
overheard talking about sexual stuff because you won’t be doing that when you first meet in person. Why? Because you need to feel each other out first that’s why. Now, you might do that later in the first date and you might not. Don’t expect it either way. You have to feel that one out for yourself though. If you rush it and move to fast you might scare them away. At the same time, if you move too slowly they might get frustrated or think you’re not interested. So use your own judgment, just don’t expect things to go a certain way before you actually meet face to face for the first time.
The next thing is you have to be creative. If you do the same thing the same way each and every time it gets boring. There is nothing worse then a stale relationship. Stay safe, but don’t be afraid to try new things in new places. Don’t be afraid to ask others including your slut for ideas. If you’re like me most of your friends are pretty vanilla and you can’t really go and ask them for ideas, but you can use various message boards like the ones here on Literotica. Literotica has a wide variety of people from all different walks of life and cultures. There are other sites you can use as well; you just have to look for them. I recommend bondage/BDSM related sites for this because the people from this lifestyle tend to be very open minded and less judgmental then most.
Lastly, be protective. Your slut needs to trust you and know in their heart that you will not allow harm to come to them. Once that happens, they will be more willing to try things they normally wouldn’t do because they trust you and believe you won’t hurt them. Don’t ever, ever abuse this. If you do, they will never really trust you again and will be a lot less likely to do the things you want them to if they don’t just leave you all together.

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JESINTA 6 – 16a (Boxing Gym)

My name is Jessinta Jovanoski; I am Australian with Serbian and New Zealand decent. Having once been coerced into this situation, I was now am enjoying my affair with my school vice-principle. I am a thinly built (32-25-34) slender framed 155cm (5’1), 48kg (100lbs) girl, with average to small breasts (32B) and dark brown shoulder length hair.

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Hot College Roomie

The story is a fictitious work that depicts sexual encounters with partners not using condoms. As always, please be safe and take precautions. Meanwhile, enjoy the story

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Owning the girl next door

This is my first big story.
It started out being a M/S story but turns into a sci,fi story.
It has a lot of twists and turns in it but when writing it , it took on a life of it’s own.
I hope you like it, i had fun writing it

Fantasy

Money is Power (part 2)

Mindy had just finished giving me the best blow job I had ever had. I had come into some money and Mindy was going to be in deep shit if she didn’t get $30,000 (see part 1). After she got off her knees she said
“Are we done?”
“Sure, is there something you wanted to talk about?” I said jokingly
She started to move to get her cloths.
“No, just sit down. I think I like you naked”
She glared at me, sat down, and the said in a resigned tone.
“I’ll do it. I’ll sleep with you, if you give me the money?’
“You’ll do a hell of a lot more than that. I checked online and for about $200 I can get an hour’s worth of sex. $30,000 would let me cum 150 times over six days. Giving you the money for a one-timer would just be charity, and you wouldn’t learn a lesson, now would you?”
I didn’t much care if she really learned her lesson about gambling, but I thought an appeal to her conscience might get more cooperation and more enthusiasm.
“So what do you want? You want to fuck me 150 times?! she said a bit angrily
“First, you best keep that temper under control, or I will bend you back over the desk. Second, I was thinking that I wanted a sex slave. We are going to fly to Las Vegas and then you are going to do anything I want for the whole weekend.”
The church auditors were due on Monday. Today was Thursday. Mindy had waited until almost the last possible minute, trying to come up with a better way to get the money.
“What? Tomorrow? What do I tell, John? There isn’t time?”
“That sounds like your problem. When five o’ clock comes around, you best be packed and ready to go to the airport. Oh, and don’t pack any underwear, you won’t be needing it”
“No, there has to be some other way. I’ll let you fuck me anytime you want, please”
“You must think I’m dumb. Once you get the money, I have no power over you. As a matter of fact, I don’t like that you would even suggest that. Get your ass back over the desk.”
“Don’t. Please, it really hurts.”
“Yes, it does. And if it hurts enough, maybe you will figure out what you are supposed to say and do. Now move, before you earn double”
With that she got back into position. She put her hands on the edge of my desk, and bent over putting her head on her hands. Her tits dangling, and swaying slightly.
“Now, how many do you think you deserve?”
“One” she said flatly.
Wham! I hit her already red ass with a blow that had started with a four foot arc. It was much harder than the others, and it was meant to deliver a message. She grunted loudly and squirmed. But she did not stand. She was learning.
“How many?”
“Ten!” she said quickly “Please, don’t hit so hard. I will be good. I promise”
I almost felt sorry for her and let her off with one swat. Almost.
“Since you asked so nicely and promised to be good….”
The next two were less forceful and I took my time. I stood to the side to get a better view of her tits. With each blow, she would lurch forward to subconsciously escape the pain. With each blow her tits would jump and sway. By the third blow I was pausing to fondle the nearest boob. She did not protest, but I was starting to get a signal in my antenna. I didn’t know if I could even go again this fast. I’m not a kid anymore.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Swats four, five, and six, I did in quick succession. I think I actually got number six delivered before her ass had sprang back from number five. Mindy drew in a large breath of air and held it with those blows. They did hurt. Her tits were still doing that jump-sway thing and I had a raging hard on. This would not do.
“I have an idea” I said “Let’s have a test to see what you have learned. I can either give you the last four swats to your red, possibly bruised little ass, or I can fuck your pussy that is so prominently on display. Your choice”
Now if she was smart she would take the fucking. She was going to get plenty of it this weekend anyway. What would one more be? If she chose the spanking, she had to figure I was going to hit her harder because she knew I wanted to fuck her.”
“No more spanking, please. Just fuck me and get it over with”
Wham! I delivered another very smart blow to her ass. This time she did let out a small scream.
“Ask me nicely to fuck you”
“Please fuck me. Pretty please. I want you to fuck me” she said quickly through the residual pain
“That’s better”
I said as I took my pants down again. Her heels put her cunt at exactly the right spot and I slowly entered her. She has two kids so I didn’t expect her to be tight, but she was tighter than I expected and very wet. I started with a few slow thrusts and then I started faster. I had both hands guiding her hips back to meet my thrusts. It felt incredible. As I continued to plow her pussy, and she grunting softly each time my pelvis met her sore, red ass, I took one hand off her hip and put the thumb on her little rosebud, and pushed slightly. I got the reaction I expected and she tightened up, increasing the pressure on my cock. That did the trick and I felt my balls start to tighten and I knew I was going to come soon. Both hands now on her hips and I was slamming her for all I was worth. The desk was actually moving a bit with each thrust, and then I exploded deep inside her.
I pulled out and hobbled over to the front of my desk to get some Kleenex out of a drawer. Mindy stood up and asked
“Are you planning to do me in the butt?
“I’m planning to fuck that sweet ass of yours every chance I get. And every time I do, you are going to chant ‘Gambling isn’t worth it’ You’ve got it into your head the gambling gives you pleasure. I’m going to fix that”
Again, more bull. This might work or it might not. I just wanted her pliant and willing to do everything I wanted, and do it if not cheerfully, willingly.
I tossed her the Kleenex and told her
“5’o clock tomorrow until we touch down back home Sunday night, your ass, and everything else is mine to do with how I please. You deny me nothing. You do it willingly, without too much objection, I like a little begging, and you do what ever you can think of to increase my pleasure. In return you get $30,000 in cash and we each go our separate ways. Deal?’
“What cho..” she started. But her sore ass must have reminded her of her manners. “OK, Friday until Sunday, I’m yours, then I get the money.”
I thought about making her get dressed downstairs in the ladies room, forcing her to walk naked for about a hundred yards. But, after cuming twice I was in a good mood. I never enjoy watching women put their cloths back on. Watching the tits disappear into a bra always brings a bit of sadness. But, I buoyed my spirits with the thought that I would be getting all I wanted in 24 hours
Friday was a very long day. I took notice that Mindy was wearing a skirt today. She was wearing a bra, but I expected that. She cornered me around noon and said we would have to meet at the airport, as John was going to drop her off.
Quitting time came and I was at the airport ticketing area thirty minutes later watching for Mindy. I didn’t have long to wait, as true to her word John dropped her off, and was gone in a minute. She walked in, saw me and I put one arm around her pulled her in close for a kiss and grabbed her ass at the same time. She resisted for a split second, and then opened her mouth to accept my tongue.
“Good girl” I said “You’re learning”
She smiled a weak smile and then I said
“We might as well keep with the education. Follow me.”
I lead her to the elevators where we dropped down a level, and we walked towards to back of the garage.
“Where are we going?” Mindy asked.
“My car. It’s good spot for lesson number one.”
We were at my car in a minute. It was all the way in the back, with the passenger rear door facing a bare wall. I led her to that side and told her.
“Lose the bra and panties.”
“Here? Someone will see.”
“Shut up and get it done. You’re on my time now, and if I keep getting grief from you we can call it off, right now.”
Without another word she reached up underneath her skirt and pulled her panties down, swiveling her neck constantly looking to see if someone was watching.
“Can I take off my bra in the car, please?”
“Ok, it’s open”
And she opened the backdoor and pulled her top up and over her boobs. With that she unhooked it, and gave me a nice show as she took it off and readjusted her blouse.
“Good. Now bend over into the backseat so I can fuck your ass”
She had a look of sheer terror in her eyes. She was not expecting this so soon.
“Please. No. Someone will see. It will hurt”
“Maybe. Yes. And don’t forget to chant “Gambling isn’t worth it”
I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her so she faced the backseat. She leaned over, and her skirt rode up a bit. Not nearly enough to see her pussy, but enough to get my cock to respond. I put one knee between her legs and gave her a bit of a nudge, as I leaned around her and yanked her top well above her tits. With those exposed, I kneaded them a few seconds, feeling the nipples harden.
Now it was time for the other side. I got behind her and slowly lifted her skirt above her hips exposing her cunt and the much tighter orifice I was about to violate.
“Please. Not dry. You’ll kill me”
“So you’ve done this before. Then you know to relax or it will hurt even worse.”
I wasn’t going to do her dry. It would hurt me too, and stretching her asshole would be painful enough. I reached into my pocked and pulled out a veterinary syringe I had filled with Astroglide, and after shooting a small amount on my finger to lube it up, I started working it into her ass.”
“What’s that!?” she exclaimed as she also tightened her ass.
Whack! I slapped her on the side of her ass with my hand and told her to relax. After a few in and out strokes of the syringe, I pushed the plunger and shot most of it into her anal canal. She felt the coldish liquid and started to quiver a bit, both from the chill and the anticipation of what was coming. I used the rest of the lube on my cock, which I had unsheathed moments earlier, and touched the head to her tight little hole. She instinctively tightened.
“Look it’s going up your ass. We can do it the easy way or the hard way. It’s your choice”
She relaxed and it pushed. I could feel the head begin to breech her hole. I kept a steady pressure and the head popped in. She jumped a bit and said
“It hurts. Please that’s enough for the first time, OK?”
“That is not what you are supposed to be saying” I said as I pushed a little deeper and feeling her tighten around me.
“Gambling is not worth it” she started
And I pushed all the way in. She gasped and sputtered to get the words out
“Oh, that hurts. Please. Gambling is not worth it”
I was buried will my balls resting on her cunt. So I pulled back and started to pump her ass slowly. She resisted at first, but then relaxed some. It was still so incredibly tight. There was no way I was going to last long. So I grabbed both hips and picked up the pace. I pulled almost out and slammed back in. I did this time and time again. With each thrust she would stifle a cry and turn it into a groan. I was getting close, so I reached under and grabbed one of her tits, found the nipple, and twisted it. She buried her head into the backseat and let out a scream as I drove my load into her ass.
This was going to be such a good weekend.

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Measuring my cum Pt. 11

We spent the rest of the afternoon in mom’s bedroom, fucking and sucking in various positions, including with mom on top, riding me, which was great, as I could watch her ample full boobs jiggle and bounce as she rode me. Fuck that was good! I must have cum at least another four times over the course of the afternoon.
One of my favourite times was when mom knelt on the floor on her elbows and knees, and let me pull her buttocks wide open so I could lick and finger fuck her asshole. I opened it up wide and also let a few gobs of my spit enter her butt-hole, to help ease my finger in. I think she enjoyed it from the way she moaned and groaned with pleasure. To be truthful, I was becoming increasing aroused by the sight of mom’s asshole and wanted to stick my prick in there. But although mom had mentioned this in her “dirty talk”, she’d never actually said I could, and I did not want to push things too far, too soon. But from the way she had reacted to my fingering it, I had hopes she would let me fuck her ass sometime soon.
During our sessions during Sunday afternoon, mom never collected my cum. She either swallowed it if she sucked me, or let me cum inside her, and then let me watch it drip out of her pussy, which added to my excitement.
In the evening whilst we were eating, mom reminded me that we had to see Dr Taylor again the next day.
“And remember,” she said, “We mustn’t tell the Doctor just how far I have gone in helping you to cum.”
I nodded in agreement. I knew it wasn’t something we could talk about in front of other people.
After our meal we both sat in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed.
I was wearing my ‘house-gown’ with my boxer shorts on underneath, whilst mom had ‘dressed’ since our earlier fuck-fest in her bedroom, but sill quite sexily — wearing the tight fitting soft-jersey type material grey shorts with a low cut bright red blouse without a bra, which showed ample cleavage, and her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She looked pretty hot sitting there!
Since mom had been helping me cum all weekend, the ache in my balls had been much less. But with the working week starting for her tomorrow, being a Monday, I wondered how I would manage.
“Mom, I’m going to feel a little strange during the daytime this week, as you won’t be able to help me cum like you have this weekend,” I said.
“I know dear,” mom replied. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I have to go to work and you have to go to college. We’ll speak to Dr Taylor tomorrow and see what she says. How are your aches now?”
“Well, I’ve been feeling pretty good this weekend as I’ve been regularly cumming.”
“We’ll have one session tomorrow morning before I go to work and I’ll have to collect a sample like we were doing before. Today has just been an exception.” She smiled at me as she finished the sentence.
We idled the time away watching a movie and soon I was feeling sleepy. Mom looked over at me and said, “Time for bed I think young man. Do you need to cum again before sleeping?”
I felt I could, and my sleepiness started to disappear at the thought.
I nodded.
“As I haven’t collected your cum all day, I think one last time without won’t matter too,” said mom as she stood up. “What would you like to do?”
Seeing mom standing a few feet away from me with her tight figure hugging shorts which were pressing sexily into her crotch, I felt like touching her there and feeling up her ass.
“I’d like to play with that wonderful ass and pussy of yours again mom,” I said. “I just can’t get enough!”
Mom walked sexily over to me, swinging her hips, and stood in front of me as I still sat seated on the sofa chair.
“Go on then,” she said, smiling, “Do what you like.”
I placed the four fingers of my right hand on the area of her crotch and just ran them along her pussy mound several times, up and down. I could feel her pussy hairs and slit through the soft thin material of her shorts as I did so. Mom reacted with a slight moan of pleasure and pressed her pussy mound back against my fingers.
Then, satisfied for a moment with that, I said, “Turn around please mom.”
“That’s too polite,” replied mom teasingly. “You’ll have to ask me in a different way, if you want me to do that. Talk dirty.”
I looked up at mom and decided to oblige.
“Turn around and show me that juicy thick fuck of an ass, mom.”
“Mmmm….yes,” replied mom, “That’s better.” And with that mom turned 360 degrees on the spot and presented me with her curvy large butt, which was just about level with my face as I sat, if not a touch higher.
I rubbed my hands over each buttock, through the soft material of the shorts, groping and cupping the flesh there greedily. Then, I pulled the material that was covering each ass cheek inwards so that it caught in mom’s ass crack, making her butt look even sexier as it tightly hugged her ass with each buttock partly showing. I bent forward and kissed each cheek in turn and then ran my tongue over the skin, savouring the taste and sensation. Fuck! This was good, and my cock getting was hard!
Then, I grabbed mom’s shorts at the waist and just yanked them down, giving her a bit of a surprise.
“Fuck, yea mom,” I said, “Your juicy ass is so fucking hot, I could play with it all day and all night.”
Mom didn’t say anything, but just stepped out of her shorts, so now all she had on was her bright red blouse which went to just above her hips, leaving her glorious backside and legs fully exposed and naked.
Then she wriggled her ass as she stood on the spot, knowing how much it excited me to see the flesh on her butt cheeks wobble and jiggle.
By now my dick was fully hard and wanting some attention.
I stood up behind mom and rubbed my cock along her ass crack, again slightly surprising her and making her exclaim, “Ooh, that’s nice.”
I slapped my hard on against mom’s butt cheeks for a bit longer, and then said, “I’d like to follow you upstairs with you like this, so I can watch your cheeks move, and then maybe you can suck me off and swallow my cum.”
“Ok,” replied mom, still with her back to me, and rubbing her butt sexily back against my hard on.
Then she started walking slowly away from me toward the door, her hips swinging, so that her ass looked even hotter as she walked.
Mesmerised, I followed her. When mom, got to the stairs she started walking slowly up them, again swinging her hips as she did so. Man what a sight! I was half drooling as I watched her climb with her butt almost in my face as I followed closely behind. I could not help slapping her ass once or twice with my hand. “Fuck yea mom,” I said, “Fucking hot ass.”
Mom reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor and into my bedroom, and sat on the bed. My hard on had been swinging wildly as I’d followed her, and now I just presented it to her face as she sat down. Greedily she took it into her mouth and started sucking me.
“Oh fuck yea mom,” I said, responding to the way she was blowing me.
She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands and really went for it, taking all my shaft into her mouth almost to the hilt.
Then she started playing with my balls, with one hand. I let my right hand wander down of mom’s left boob for a moment and then I just grabbed her head as she carried on sucking me hard. Then she let my dick out of her mouth for a moment and ran her cheeks along the side of my shaft as if savouring it’s length along her face.
“Talk dirty to me while I bring you off,” she said. “You know how much I like it.”
And without further ado she took my dick head into her mouth again and started sucking on me.
Happy to oblige, I said “Yea suck that dick bitch. Suck it hard and let me see you swallow my cum. I know how much you like it now. You’re a cum swallowing slut aren’t you? You just love taking my cream inside your mouth and swallowing it, don’t you?”
I grabbed her head and started pushing my dick into her mouth in time with her sucking, so that I felt like I was face fucking her.
I could feel her breathing hard through her nose as she sucked on me and she seemed in total ecstasy. Finally, I felt the cum rise in my balls and grabbing moms head hard, I thrust hard and deep and spurted in her mouth with a loud groan.
“Ohhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhhhh…” I said out loud.
Mom had clamped onto my dick with her mouth firmly as I came, making sure that this time she would not spill a drop. And indeed she didn’t, as she seemed to be swallowing the lot!
After she’d milked me dry with her mouth and cleaned all the cum off my dick, she smiled up at me and said, “Mmmm…. that was lovely, I love the taste of your cum,” and she licked her lips, letting her tongue linger outside her lips momentarily to show me how much she enjoyed it, like she had been eating some delicacy. Fuck, she knew how to tease me!
“Now have a good sleep and I’ll collect another sample first thing in the morning before I go to work, but I’ll have to use the semen beaker again from tomorrow.”
I nodded, and smiled back at mom.
She stood up, her tits wobbling in her red blouse, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Goodnight, hon. Sleep tight.” And with that she strolled out of my bedroom. Again, I watched her naked ass swing sexily as she walked away. Fuck!
I curled up in bed, and in no time at all fell sound asleep.
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I looked at my watch. It was 3.30pm. I was about to leave my college campus and head for Dr Taylor’s Clinic, which was a short bus ride down town.
Mom had told me in that morning she would leave work a little early, and meet me there. That was after she had wanked me off into the semen beaker of course, before she left for work. It was a little disappointing not to have her suck me off properly and let me cum in her mouth, but we had to use the semen beaker again to get some measurements, as we’d given doing that a miss, completely, on Sunday.
As I sat on the bus going towards the clinic, I wondered what Dr Taylor would say, and if my blood test results would show up anything. I still had a slight ache in my balls everyday, but as I mentioned before, this would normally clear up after I’d cum several times.
I thought back to our first visit to see Dr Taylor. I suddenly remembered the way she had looked at my dick and licked her lips. Then I remembered mom doing the same thing several times before she had actually started to suck me off. An image of my dick in Dr Taylor’s mouth flashed through my mind quickly and I smiled. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ I said to myself! Doctors don’t do that with their patients!
Soon, I reached my stop and got off the bus. A few minutes later I was climbing the steps up to the Clinic front door. I saw a mid-thirties looking attractive blonde receptionist at the desk and introduced myself.
“Afternoon, ” I said. “I’m Jacob Addington. I have an appointment with Dr Taylor for 4.30pm.” The receptionist looked down at her diary, and as she did so I could not help but look down at her quite ample cleavage which was showing. She was wearing a white nurse type uniform which had quite a low cut top, and her boobs were pushed quite firmly up to create quite a sexy cleavage. She looked damn hot!
“Oh yes,” she smiled back at me. “Please take a seat. Your mother is already here.”
As I walked into the waiting area of the clinic, I saw mom had got there before me and was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at me. There were no other people waiting, probably because we had the last appointment of the day, although I think the clinic had two or three other doctors too. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her.
The receptionist was a about 10 feet away from where we sat at one end of the waiting area, near the front door. She smiled reassuringly over at us. I couldn’t remember seeing her the last time I was here. The image of her ample cleavage still lingered with me.
Then mom said in a low tone so no one else could hear, “Remember Jacob, you mustn’t say anything about how far we have gone in our cum collecting sessions. Let me do most of the talking.”
“Ok, mom” I replied, as quietly back to her.
After a couple of minutes the phone rang by the receptionist, and after answering it she said out loud, “You may go in now.”
Mom and I got up and went over to the consultation room door. Mom knocked, and I followed her in.
“Ah, Mrs Addington and Jacob, do come in said Dr Taylor smiling broadly, from behind her desk, standing up in a white doctor’s coat, welcoming us.
She shook both our hands and beckoned us to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk.
Dr Taylor was a mature lady, of around 50 years, stocky in build, chubby and buxom with it, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but as I looked at her I noted again, like the first time we had met her, that she had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes, which had almost a playful sparkle in them.
As we sat down, Dr Taylor first looked at my mom and then me, and still smiling and looking quite jovial said “Well how are you both, and how have you been getting on since I last saw you?”
Mom took the lead and said quite enthusiastically, but a little hesitatingly as if slightly embarrassed, “We’ve been doing fine Dr Taylor. I….er…have been helping Jacob in getting some measurements for you, as you suggested. I have them here.” Mom pulled out the records sheet, which she had shown me on Sunday morning, and handed it to the doctor.
“That’s excellent,” said Dr Taylor smiling. She took the paper from mom’s hand and put it on the desk in front of her without reading it. “I’ll look at this in a moment. I’m so glad you felt able to help Jacob, as it can be difficult to collect samples,” she added, as if to provide some reassurance.
Then Dr Taylor looked hard at me and said, “Tell me Jacob, how are your aches down below?”
I cleared my throat and said a little timidly, “I do still have them, but it does help a lot when I er….er …you know masturbate. I mean when I…er…you know, spurt my semen.”
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor still smiling at me. “I’m glad that you do get relief at least.”
“Now,” she continued, “I do have your blood test results here,” she said pointing to a blue folder, which was on the desk in front of her. “But first let me see your semen measuring record.”
Dr Taylor picked up the sheet of paper mom had given her and read it carefully.
“Yes, I see you have been producing quite a lot, but from the totals you’ve worked out at the bottom, I can see it is generally within a similar range every day.”
She paused for a moment looking at the numbers. “Yes, that’s all fine,” she added. “Thank you for keeping this record. I hope it has not been too difficult,” she added, looking first at mom then me.
For the first time I think I saw mom blush at that remark, and she replied quickly, “Er… no doctor…it….its been quite an experience as it’s something a mother is not often asked to do, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes Mrs Addington. May, I call you Margaret.”
“Well, my friends call me Marge. That will do.”
“Marge it is then,” replied Dr Taylor. “Yes I do understand, and I’m sure Jacob has been grateful too.”
Mom looked slightly uneasy but just smiled back at the doctor.
Dr Taylor looked at me and said. “Aren’t you Jacob? You must be thankful your mom has been able to help you.”
“Yes, sure I am,” I said, in a tone more relaxed than I thought I would say it.
Mom then said, “Are you able to tell us what the problem is Doctor?”
“Yes, I can,” replied Dr Taylor. “I am pleased to say the blood tests have given us an answer to what is going on. So in that sense it is good news. However, the treatment I am going to suggest maybe a little more…,” she paused for a moment, “A little more unusual and perhaps difficult.”
I felt a tinge of concern and looked at mom, who I could see was also looking worried.
Dr Taylor saw our anxious expressions and said, “Oh, please, I did not mean to worry you like that. Once I’ve explained, you may not think it is too much of an issue to overcome.”
“Please tell me what’s wrong with Jacob?” asked mom.
Dr Taylor straightened up in her chair a little as if she was about to say something important.
“Mrs Addington….I mean Marge,” she said looking at mom, “The blood test show Jacob has a condition which although I would not describe as rare, is a little uncommon. I will not bore you with the name of the condition, and we did send the samples to another laboratory for confirmation. Luckily the condition is detectable through the blood tests. I will try to explain it as simply as I can.”
Dr Taylor looked at me then mom as she spoke. “As you may know, men and women both have bacteria present in their genital areas, which are kept at an optimum level though various means, including the body’s own immune system. In certain cases in men, the balance of this bacteria overwhelms their balancing mechanisms and can lead to aches in the scrotum area, which in effect has happened to you Jacob,” she said, looking directly at me and smiling reassuringly.
“But, the good news is that it is curable. Our medical history records show that virtually all young men who have had this condition have been completely cured. However, the recommended method is,….well,…..slightly unusual.”
“Well, it’s a relief to know you know what it is, and that Jacob can be cured.,” said mom. “But in what way is the cure unusual?” she added, almost taking the words out of my mouth.
Dr Taylor paused for moment.
Then looking at mom directly she said, “Because of the slightly unusual nature of the treatment, you may prefer that I speak to you directly and in private first, Marge, before telling Jacob.”
Mom listened and thought for a moment before replying.
“Er….well, no doctor. It’s all right. I know Jacob is mature enough to listen to what you will say, and I would like him to be present. He’s my son, and I know he will be ok with whatever you might say,” she replied, firmly.
I felt kind of pleased that mom had spoken up for me like that. But I guessed it was partly because of the sexual intimacy we had already shared.
“Alright,” said Dr Taylor, looking at mom and then me quite seriously.
“Occasionally, men much older than Jacob in their fifties and sixties can get this condition, but for them we normally prescribe tablets, which they then have to be take once a week for the rest of their lives. However, the best treatment for this condition, in a young man of Jacob’s age, is to naturally lower the imbalance of bacteria in the male genitals. The way to do this normally, is for a man is to have sexual intercourse frequently with a woman, as the different bacteria that are present in a woman genitalia, naturally help to restore the imbalance in the male, as they get passed on during intercourse.
Mom and I both listened in silence without saying anything. You could have heard a pin drop. And I felt a twitch in my dick as the doctor spoke the last sentence.
“Now for this to work,” continued Dr Taylor, “The intercourse must be without a condom, as obviously we require the male and female genital fluids to mix.”
Dr Taylor paused for a moment.
Then looking hard at me, she said, “Do you have a girlfriend at the moment Jacob?”
“Er…no,” I replied, rather embarrassingly.
“Well, here is where the slightly unusual recommendation for treatment I have for you comes in, in that case.”
Dr Taylor paused again.
“To be blunt Jacob, you need to have sex with a woman daily for the next 2-3 months, and then regularly thereafter, to restore your body’s balance and get rid of your aches. But if you do not have a girlfriend, then that is a problem.”
I sneaked a look at mom, who obviously was not going to say we had been doing it, and neither was I.
Then, I was shocked at the Doctor’s next lengthy statement.
She looked at mom and said, “Marge, I want you to know I am also a sex therapist and counsellor as well as a medical doctor. I see many different types of people who visit me in that capacity, and who tell me all kinds of sexual fantasies and fetishes. So nothing surprises me anymore. And of course the relationships between a sex counsellor and the client is completely confidential.”
“Er..yes…I understand that,” replied mom, slightly confused.
“So what I am try to say, is that one possible solution to the fact that Jacob has no girlfriend currently is ..,” Dr Taylor paused, “For you to perhaps go a little further in helping him with his treatment, if you know what I mean.”
I saw a streak of red run across mom’s neck and cheeks as she realised what the doctor had just suggested to her.
I think I must have blushed too.
Mom stayed silent. My dick twitched again.
Then trying to be more reassuring, Dr Taylor said, “As I mentioned, the relationship between a doctor and the patient is strictly confidential. I can only suggest what is best for the patient and it would go no further than between us, if it helps Jacob get over his little problem, or until he meets a fine young girl in the future hopefully.” Dr Taylor smiled as she finished the sentence.
Mom regained her composure a little and said, “Er…yes…I see what you mean doctor. I shall have to think about it.” She obviously didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell the doctor we had already fucked!
“However, I have an alternative option,” continued Dr Taylor. “Over the years during the course of my sexual counselling, I have seen a number of women, similar to your age Marge, who also have certain sexual issues and problems because their husbands’ can no longer perform sexually. I have handful of such women on my books now. All they require is to have sexual intercourse once or twice a week to help them overcome their problems. Dr Taylor paused.
Then continuing, she said, “I Also have a number of men a little older than Jacob — in their early twenties, who also come to see me with their sexual problems, for example, shyness in approaching women, or lack of experience in the sex act, and require just some initial guidance and prompt in the right direction. Now, being a ‘hands on’ type of sex counsellor, what I do, with the permission of all involved, is, I link up these young men to these older women, who have their husbands’ permission of course. And so the young men can resolve their sexual issues and gain some confidence, whist at the same time satisfying these mature ladies. It is a ‘win, win’ situation. The key is also that before I link up the young men to the mature, experienced women, I make sure both parties are completely free of any infection or STDs, so that they are able to enjoy themselves to the fullest extent, without worry. And I do follow up checks too. So what I am saying, Marge, is if you feel unable to help, I could link Jacob up to one or two of these ladies I know.”
As the doctor had been speaking, and what she had been saying sunk in, my dick had become semi hard. I couldn’t quite believe my ears. Dr Taylor could put me in touch with some older ladies of mom’s age for me to fuck to help cure my problem! Fuck!
I thought mom would blow up either in embarrassment or rage at the idea, but strangely enough when I looked over at her to see her reaction, see seemed quite calm. If anything, calmer than when the doctor had started talking.
“I see,” mom replied. “Well, Dr Taylor, I am so pleased to have chosen you as our doctor, as I can see your approach to treatment is very ‘hands on’ as you put it, and you have the best interests of the patient at heart, even if the treatments are slightly unusual. I’m also glad that you are so frank with us in your explaining the situation, and offering an alternative solution. I shall have to think this all over, as it is quite a lot to take in. But at least we know what’s wrong with poor Jacob,” mom paused, looking at me, “And how best we might be able to help him.” Mom smiled back at the doctor now, clearly much less tense and more relaxed in her chair.
Mom’s reaction surprised me and my dick was still snaking around in my pants at the thought of all these suggestions. I was trying to hide it by holding my hands over my crotch!
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor beaming back at mom. “I’m so glad we have an understanding.”
Then looking at me, Dr Taylor said, ” I hope you will feel comfortable with the suggested treatment Jacob and not feel shy. I’m sure you will appreciate it.” I thought I detected a glint in her eyes as she spoke to me.
I decide to play all innocent and I piped up, “Er…yes…. sure Dr Taylor, anything that helps me get over my problem.” Then, feeling a little braver and to add a touch of spice to the conversation, so that Dr Taylor might perhaps think I was more of a man than she knew, I added, “It has been quite nice and relieving at times when mom has been helping me, so I’m sure help in other ways from mom and from other ladies might be good too.”
I definitely saw a sparkle in the doctor’s eyes this time as I spoke, and my dick twitched again.
“Very good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Now, Marge, you have a think about what I’ve said and let me know how you might want to proceed. And remember this is all completely confidential between us only.”
“Thank you, Dr Taylor,” replied mom.
“Now, before you go today, I do need just one final test to perform which is to take a fresh sample of semen from Jacob. Once the treatment I’ve just suggested to you has been started I will also have to take fresh semen samples twice a week as we monitor progress through regular semen tests and blood tests. You no longer have to take daily cum measurements from Jacob now. Is that ok?”
I felt relieved we didn’t have to use the semen beaker at home again, but I think I must have not been listening properly to the first part of what the doctor had said as mom asked, “You mean you would like a sample now from Jacob?” and looking a little perturbed again.
“Yes. That shouldn’t be a problem should it? Do you feel you can provide me with one Jacob?”
“Er.. yes,” I said..” I guess so.” The truth was, aside from being semi hard already, hearing what the doctor had suggested, my balls were aching a bit, and cumming was just what I needed, as I’d only cum once that morning with mom helping me.
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Excuse me one moment.”
Dr Taylor picked up the phone and said, “Cynthia, as Mrs Addiington and Jacob are the last patients for the day, and it’s almost 5pm, you can go home now. I won’t be needing your assistance further today.”
I realised Cynthia must have been the name of the hot looking receptionist. Dr Taylor listened to a reply and then said,. “That’s right, we’ll be fine. Have a nice evening – bye,” and put the phone down.
“Right, would you like to follow me to my inner consulting room?” Dr Taylor got up and beckoned us to follow.
I had not noticed another door in the doctor’s room on the first visit, but the doctor led us to the far side of the room where there was indeed another door. She opened it and we all went in. The doctor then closed the door and bolted it from the inside. “I like to make sure we have absolute privacy,” she said. “Welcome to my inner consulting room. This is where I see clients who have sexual issues or problems of various sorts, and I try to counsel them and help them resolve these issues.”
As I looked around the room I noticed it had a much more cosy and informal feel to it compared to the doctors main consulting room. This was more homely and even intimate. There were matching lampshades, a luxurious beige carpet with a large roomy leather sofa and a separate sofa chair. At one end of the room a very comfortable looking milky chocolate coloured leather bound couch/examination table was placed in the centre space so you could walk around it, where I guessed people could lie down. There was also a door to another room attached to this one!
As I entered the room, for some reason my hard on had gone down completely. Perhaps it was the thought of what I might have to do in front of the doctor, rather than in private with mom, which is what I was used to.
“Now, Marge, I’ve brought you in here too because I thought it would be better if you might like to help your son produce his semen sample, like you have been doing at home. I would like to watch and assist if you wouldn’t mind so I can make sure everything is in order from a physiological point of view. Is that ok with you both?”
“I guess so,” said mom, but I could see she was a little embarrassed.
I just nodded.
“Now Jacob, see that door — that goes to a bathroom. I’d like you to be nice and clean, so would you like to take off your pants and underwear in there, leave your t-shirt on, and give yourself a good wash of your privates, wrap yourself in a towel, and then come back out here.
I nodded again and walked over to the bathroom door.
Dr Taylor asked mom to sit down and offered her a soft drink. “Jacob before you go, would you like a drink too?”
“Just water is fine,” I said.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Fuck! I couldn’t believe this was happening!
The bathroom was very nicely fitted with a bath and separate shower cubicle, and luxury tiles on the walls and floor. Next to the wash basin were a number of cream coloured towels of different sizes.
I took off my trousers and boxer shorts and gave my dick and balls a good wash using a small towel and soap. Then I rinsed myself off by wetting another small towel, and finally dried myself using a larger one. The large one was big enough to go around my waist, so I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into the room where Dr Taylor and mom were waiting.
“Excellent,” said Dr Taylor as she saw me come in. I took a sip of my water which she handed me in a glass. “Please lie down on the couch over there, and we’ll join you. Keep your towel over you for now.”
I did as instructed. My dick was completely soft now – my earlier arousal had completely gone!
I lay down on the couch, which was in the centre area of the end of the room so that people could walk around it, with my t-short still on, and the towel covering me from below. The couch was very comfortable and had a high back so as I lay there I could almost sit up. Mom and Dr Taylor came over.
Dr Taylor was holding a semen-measuring beaker like the one she had given us to take home.
“Just relax now Jacob. I’ll just ask your mom to take a sample like she does at home.”
Dr Taylor then lowered the head end of the couch a little so as I was lying, my back was about at 30 degrees, and I could relax my back and head.
“Right Marge, just do whatever you normally do to get the sample from Jacob at home. I assume you masturbate his penis into the beaker?”
“Er.. yes, that’s right,” said mom, not giving much away.
Mom stood on one side of me and Dr Taylor stood on the other as I lay on the couch.
Mom pulled the towel way from my crotch and legs to reveal my dick. I was now naked from the waist down. I could sense Dr Taylor looking at me dick intently.
Mom started to stroke my dick to try to get some life into it.
I was still limp. And I thought I should say something about that.
“Sorry, I think maybe because I’m in a strange place, I’m not worked up enough just yet,” I said truthfully.
“Marge, do you provide any stimulation for your son? For example, do you let him touch you?”
Mom hesitated for a moment. I could sense she was unsure just how much to let on. Then she said. “Well sometimes I do. I let him touch my bottom and sometimes my breasts too, as that can help him to cum quicker.”
“Well don’t let me stop you then. Just do what you normally do,” said Dr Taylor encouragingly.
Mom turned her ass towards me a little and I started to caress it through her skirt. My dick responded a little, but I was still not really getting properly hard.
“I think perhaps you need some more stimulation,” said Dr Taylor, after watching this for a few minutes, and seeing I was still not getting properly hard. “Tell me Marge, do you let Jacob see you partly undressed?”
I knew mom was fighting her feelings not to tell the doctor too much, but to my surprise at her openness she finally said “Well as you been so frank and open with us doctor, I will also be honest with you and say yes. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. But I would always wear some panties to cover my crotch area,” she added, lying. She obviously didn’t feel comfortable to reveal any more just yet!
“Well, may I suggest you remove your top and skirt in that case so Jacob can be properly stimulated? I think he does need more help, poor thing,” said Dr Taylor sympathetically.
Mom stopped wanking me and started to unbutton her white blouse. She then took it off, revealing a white full cup bra underneath. Then, she unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing quite conservative white panties underneath which didn’t reveal much of the flesh of her ass. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the sofa with her blouse.
She was now wearing just her white panties and bra with black medium height heels. She came back over to me, and not looking at Dr Taylor, perhaps to avoid eye contact because of how she was now dressed in front of me, pulled her panties into her ass crack partly, so as to make her ass look more sexy, and then began stroking my dick again.
“That’s quite a nice touch, to make you look more stimulating,” said Dr Taylor pointing to what mom had done with her panties in pushing the fabric into her ass crack.
“Well, he does like bottoms a lot, so he tells me,” replied mom, to my surprise, revealing one of my likes.
“Well that’s quite natural,” said Dr Taylor smiling at me.
I started stroking mom’s ass again, which was now looking much more alluring, but Dr Taylor looking on at me from one side was not helping my erection still.
I think the doctor noticed my discomfort.
“I think we need to do something else here if we are to get you going young man,” she said. “I did say I was the type of sexual counsellor who believes in a hands on approach, so what I can do if you like is to stand nearer you Jacob, and you may also touch my bottom lightly through the material of my skirt, as you like bottoms so much. Are you ok with that Marge?”
“Er…yes sure,” replied mom.
Dr Taylor removed her white coat to reveal surprisingly low cut beige blouse and dark brown knee length skirt underneath. She came and stood next to me about level with my chest so my right hand could reach her ass. She was much rounder in shape than mom, and more of a bubble butt, I noticed, despite her chubbiness.
“Now don’t be shy young man, you can squeeze and feel my bottom as you like whilst your mom does her bit.”
I couldn’t quite believe this was happening. With my left hand I was feeling up mom’s ass cheeks as she stood in her underwear to my left and with my other hand I was stoking Dr Taylor’s ass through the material of her skirt as she stood to my right!
My dick started to become hard and responsive finally, although I still felt a little awkward.
Dr Taylor placed the semen beaker on the couch so mom could get hold of it in time.
Then to my surprise mom said. “Dr Taylor I hope you won’t mind, but I’m going remove my bra so Jacob can see my boobs. That normally does the trick at home.”
“Well, I am glad to hear you have such an informal arrangement,” replied Dr Taylor looking more pleased now.
Mom unclasped her bra and threw it on the sofa. Her glorious, full, melon like globes with large brown areole came into full view. Mom’s thick nipples looked exceedingly tempting and suckable.
“And I must say you have a very fine pair of boobs,” said Dr Taylor seeing them in their glory.
“Thank you.”
Before going back to working on my dick mom lent over my face so her boobs were in reach of my mouth. I don’t think she had planned to do this but just did it instinctively. Seeing this, Dr Taylor said, “And I see you let him suck you too. Excellent! That should really do the trick. Look!”
Dr Taylor pointed at my dick, which was now fully hard, as I had taken mom’s juicy tit into my mouth as she let her boobs fall over and stroke my face, and she saw it’s full length and hardness now for the first time. “Jacob, you do have a fine erection. I am going to call it a cock if you don’t mind, as I think it is easier to help you to cum if we use more common words.”
Dr Taylor keenly looked at my hard on, and licked her lips, and I could see she wanted to touch it. “Can I make a suggestion?” she said.
“Go on,” said mom.
“How about if you stand over Jacob like you are and let him play and suck on your fine boobs, and I collect the semen sample? It may make things easier,” said Dr Taylor.
“Sounds ok to me, ” said mom. “You ok with that Jacob?”
I nodded. It would be good to have another woman’s hands on my dick.
I was started to feel much more relaxed being in the doctor’s presence now, as she seemed to be enjoying what we were doing too. She moved over to my left where mom had been standing and mom came over to the right of me, still leaning over me slightly so I could suck and play with her boobs or ass with one hand.
Mr Taylor started to wank me. The feel of her hand on my dick was quite exquisite and her technique arousing. She was clearly an expert in this from the way she was stroking me!
My dick was now at full stretch, but I did not feel like cumming just yet.
“May I touch your bottom again Dr Taylor?” I said, feeling brave.
Without saying anything, Dr Taylor angled her ass back at me so I could reach it, and I started to grope at her fleshy ass cheeks through he material of her skirt.
“That’s right. Feel my ass young man and cum for me,” said Dr Taylor as she continued to wank me, whilst I felt up her butt.
At that moment I would have loved it if either mom or Dr Taylor had given my dick a quick suck. But I did not feel brave enough to go so far as to suggest that.
Mom then surprised me again by saying, “Let me use my boobs on his cock for a moment. That should do it finally.”
Mom moved down the couch a little so she was now opposite to Dr Taylor a who let go of my dick, and let mom wank me with her boobs as she held them tightly around my prick and moved up and down.
Dr Taylor looked on pleasingly. “I’m so glad to see you are so free with each other in this way,” she said.
Seeing mom do what she was doing to me in front of the doctor triggered something off inside my head, and I started to get extremely aroused now at the idea of mom sexually pleasuring me in front of someone. I’d gone from being very shy about it initially, to now getting really turned on by it, and I felt the cum rise in my balls.
“I’m gonna’ cum in a minute if you carry on like that,” I said out loud.
Mom continued wanking me between her fleshy tit mounds for another minute or so and then stopped and let Dr Taylor take over. The doctor grabbed the semen beaker in one hand and started pumping my dick hard up and down. She was just in time as after just few strokes I came, gushing into the semen beaker.
“Ahhhhh..AHH…OOOOOHHH,” I shouted out as I came, jerking my hips upwards several times as I did so.
Dr Taylor continued to expertly hold my cock and pump me until my cum waves subsided and she’d collected all my cum in the beaker. I pushed my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the high of my orgasm as the doctor’s hand still held my dick, and mom stood topless, wearing just her panties, next to her. Fuck, that was so good!

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Slutty Best Friends

“Jenny? Jenny, wake up.” Jenny’s little brother, Kevin, quietly tried waking up his sister from her bedroom doorway.
“Huh? What?” Jenny sat up in her bed. She was dressed in what she usually slept in, a thin nightie and panties. Jenny was 14, about a year older than her brother. She had long black hair, was a little short for her age, and although she was still pretty young, her tits weren’t very small any more and she had a real nice bubble butt.
“Wake up,” Kevin repeated. “I made you breakfast.” Kevin made Jenny’s breakfast occasionally so he can have an excuse to see her when she first wakes up. The 13 year old boy was always looking for a way to get a good look at his sexy older sister, and sometimes when he did her favors she would hug him when she thanked him and press her tits up against him.
Although Jenny played dumb, she was completely aware of her little brother’s attraction to her, as well as his little schemes to try and see her naked. In fact, it turned her on, and she would play along with whatever Kevin was trying to do. She also loved teasing him, and would dress sexy and act provocative around him whenever she could, knowing full well she was making her little brother’s dick hard. She found the thought of her little brother jerking off to her very sexy.
Jenny got out of bed and walked to her doorway. “Aw, thanks, little bro!” She said as she pulled him into a hug, her tits pressed against his chest through the thin material of her nightie. “I’ll meet you downstairs in a minute,” she said as she pulled out of the hug and turned away from her brother, her hand just barely brushing his crotch. She smiled to herself, she felt her brother was hard. “I just need to get dressed,” Jenny said. Then, without waiting for her brother to leave, she stood in front of her dresser with her back to the doorway and pulled off her nightgown. Kevin was stunned. His older sister was standing right in front of him wearing nothing but her panties. He stared at her naked back and her fine ass, covered by only a small pair of sexy black panties. Then she bent over, keeping her knees straight, and opened the bottom drawer of her dresser. She made sure to turn slightly to give her brother just a tiny peek at her sideboob.
Kevin, not wanting to risk getting caught any longer, took a mental picture of his nearly nude sister and ran downstairs to breakfast. Jenny smirked, pleased with her performance. Then she slid off her panties and dropped them on the floor in the center of her room. Hopefully Kevin will find those later, she thought to herself. She went back to her dresser and picked out her outfit for the day. She put on another pair of sexy panties and a matching bra, a pair of tight black yoga pants, and a partially see-through white camisole. She loved teasing guys at school almost as much as she enjoyed teasing her brother, so she always made sure to dress sexy. Then she headed downstairs to join her horny little brother for breakfast.
***
A few houses down the street from Jenny and Kevin, Becca was just getting out of bed. Becca was 16 with short blond hair. Although she was more than a year and a half older than Jenny, she was even shorter than her. However, she had bigger tits, which she was very proud of.
She had been sleeping in just a bra and panties, and without putting anything else on, she exited her room and headed for the shower. When she got to the bathroom, she closed the door, but not completely, leaving just a little crack open. She turned the shower on, stripped out of her underwear, and stood in front of the mirror. In the corner of the mirror, she could see her little brother, Kyle, spying on her through the crack in the door. Becca smiled. Time to give him a show, she thought.
Becca leaned forward to study herself in the mirror. With both hands, she cupped her ample tits, giving them both a good squeeze. She moved them up and down and let them drop a few times, as though she were testing how bouncy they were or if they were the same size and weight. Then she closed her eyes and squeezed her tits harder, letting out a low moan of pleasure. Then she pinched and twisted her nipples slightly, and moaned even more. By this time, Kyle had his cock out and was jerking off to the sight of his sexy older sister rubbing her tits.
Becca snapped out of her state of arousal and turned around so her ass was facing the mirror. She bent over slightly and looked over her shoulder to check herself out. She grabbed her ass cheeks and began rubbing them. Then she had a great idea to tease her brother. She looked down at her right cheek, the one Kyle couldn’t see, and said “aw, jeez. Another hand print?” Becca did love to be spanked, and although she was only pretending there was a hand print on her ass to turn on her brother, she frequently did have red, hand-shaped marks on her ass. She lightly slapped her right ass cheek, pretending to test if it hurt, then jumped a little and said “ow!” When Becca finally got in the shower and out of her brother’s sight, Kyle ran to his room to finishing jerking off, keeping the image of his nude sister at the front of his mind.
As she showered, Becca fingered her pussy, which had gotten very wet from teasing her little brother. She though about bringing herself to orgasm, but decided she didn’t have the time. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time she went to school horny. When she finished her shower, she got out and wrapped a towel around her torso. She kept the towel folded in half so that it showed plenty of her cleavage and left half her ass uncovered. She stepped out of the bathroom, still soaking wet, and started to walk down the hall back to her room. On her way, she saw her brother coming out of his room. When he spotted her, his eyes instantly went to his sister’s partially exposed tits. He stared at her cleavage, and Becca, pretending to notice nothing, went and hugged him.
“Morning, little bro!” Becca said. Kyle’s hands instinctively went to his sister’s ass when he returned the hug. Becca made a surprised “ooh!” sound, and Kyle, after feeling his sister’s wet skin, realized what he’d done and pulled out of the hug. Becca said nothing, and continued walking to her room, only now her hips swayed a little and she walked much slower to let her little brother get a good, long look at her exposed ass.
When she got to her room, Becca dried off, then got dressed. Today, she chose to wear a thong, a short, loose skirt, a bra, a tank top, and high heels. She wore high heels much more than most girls her age. She says it’s because they make up for her short height, but the real reason is because she loves how they force her to walk in a sexy, seductive manner. Once she was dressed, she headed down stairs to finish getting ready for school.
***
During breakfast, Kevin could not stop staring at his big sister’s boobs. She sat there, smiling to herself, her cleavage on display and her bra easily visible through her see-through white top. Feeling horny, Jenny decided to tease her brother again. She got up and took a handful of grapes from the fridge, then after eating a few, spilled some of them on the floor. The grapes rolled under the table, so Jenny got down on her knees, sticking her ass out towards her brother, and reached forward to pick up the grapes, one by one. Kevin’s eyes widened when he saw Jenny’s ass. The tight black material of her yoga pants was stretching, showing the curves of her ass perfectly. Jenny made sure to wiggle her ass back and forth a little, just to entice her brother further. When she finally got up, Kevin quickly looked away. Jenny looked at her brother’s crotch and saw his erection was making an obvious tent in his pants. Unconsciously she licked her lips. Then, on a whim, she leaned forward, put her hand an her brother’s thigh, less than half an inch from touching his hard-on, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Bye, little bro!” she said, then grabbed her things and left for school. Middle school started an hour later than high school, so Kevin still had time. The only reason he woke up this early was to see his sister. So, without finishing his breakfast, he ran upstairs to jerk off.
On her way to the bus stop, Jenny met up with her best friend Becca, who was waiting for her outside her house. “About time, slut.” Becca said, smiling at Jenny.
“Morning, ho!” Jenny said, smiling back. They embraced in a hug, hands cupping each other’s fine teen asses, shared a quick, tongue-filled kiss, then began walking.
“I like your top, Jenny. I can see your boobies!” Becca laughed.
Jenny smiled. “Thanks! That’s why I love camis! You’ve got a nice skirt on, Becca. I assume you’ve got one of your thongs on underneath?”
“You know it!” Becca lifted the back of her skirt and stuck her ass out to show Jenny her thong. Jenny gave her a quick slap on the ass. “Ooh! Thanks, darlin’!” Becca let her skirt fall back over her round ass. “I do love skirts. They go great with heels. I don’t know how you wear those super tight pants. I hate pants.”
“I know, I hate pants too. But I love when they’re tight like this, they make my ass look so cute! Besides, I can never wear heels anyway.”
“You wore high heels at Kyle’s Bar Mitzvah just a few months ago.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did!”
“No, remember? Kyle’s Bar Mitzvah was when we grinded with all those little 12 and 13 year olds! There’s no way I could’ve been dancing in heels!”
“I distinctly remember you wearing high heels at a Bar Mitzvah because I could not stop checking out your legs, girl!”
Jenny laughed. “Oh yeah! You were all over me that night! No, that was Kevin’s Bar Mitzvah. Remember, you gave my older cousin a blowjob?”
Becca smirked. “He was checking us out all night. If you weren’t gonna suck him off, someone had to!”
“Why would I suck him off, his dick’s not even that big.”
“How do you know?”
“Just judging from the size of his bulge. He wasn’t very big, was he?” Becca just smiled knowingly and looked away. “Oh come on! Really? Don’t tease me like that, you’re making me feel like I missed out!”
Becca laughed. “He was only six and a half inches, maybe. But he came a lot, and his cum tasted really, really good.”
“Dammit! I can’t believe you kept him all to yourself!” Becca laughed harder, and Jenny joined in. Their discussion had taken a weird turn, and with these two best friends, it always just got weirder from there.
“Well, speaking of cute guys in the family, anything interesting happen with your brother this morning?” Jenny asked. Jenny and Becca knew about each other’s love of teasing their brothers. They often teased them together, and they would tell each other everything about their dirty little games.
“Yes! Okay, here’s what I did: I let him spy on me when I got undressed in the bathroom again. Then I pinched my nipples for awhile, just to give him a show, ya know? Then I did something that I thought was kinda funny actually. I turned around to give him a look at my ass, then I pretended to notice something on my right cheek and said out loud, ‘aw, jeez. Another hand print?'” Jenny and Becca burst into laughter.
“You naughty girl, I think next time we’re gonna have to give you a real hand print to make it more believable!” Jenny lifted up the back of Becca’s skirt and gave her several hard smacks on the ass.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Becca shouted, laughing and trying to pull her skirt down while running away from Jenny.
By the time they stop running and playing around, they had reached the bus stop. They were a little early, and they were the only ones there.
“Ow…” Becca said, rubbing her ass. “You little bitch.”
Jenny laughed. “You love it!”
“Not as much as you!” Becca said, stepping forward and slapping Jenny’s ass. Hard.
“OWW…niiice!” Jenny’s cry of pain turned seamlessly into a moan of pleasure. “Alright, alright, you win. Let’s save that for later, alright?”
Becca grinned triumphantly. “Fine. So, what did you do with your brother this morning, then?”
“Well, Kevin made me breakfast, so I undressed in front of him, gave him a great view of my ass and just a little bit of sideboob.”
“Wait, he’s making you breakfast now? You lucky bitch! Why doesn’t Kyle suck up to me like your brother does to you?”
“I don’t know, maybe you need to tease him more, or maybe I’m just hotter than you.” Jenny grinned at Becca’s mock-angry face. “But anyway, after he left, I took off my panties and left them in my room out in the open, ’cause I know he’s gonna be going into my room to find something to jerk off with, so I decided to help him out a bit!”
“No way! I did that too! I left my bra and panties in the bathroom after my shower ’cause I know Kyle likes to jerk off with my underwear!”
“My God, we seriously need to start fucking each other’s brothers soon, or we’re gonna have to do it ourselves!” Jenny and Becca cracked up again just as the bus arrived.
***
On the bus, Jenny and Becca stopped their earlier conversation. It was much too public to talk about something that dirty. Talking about sex in public is fine, because they think it’s a great way to tease eavesdroppers. But the thing with their brothers was something they wanted to keep to themselves.
“What’s your first class today?” Becca asked Jenny. They were sitting together near the back of the bus, like always.
“Yoga. Not really a class, but whatever.” Jenny said.
Becca giggled a bit. “Let me guess, guys spend the whole class checking out your ass, right?”
“Pfft, I wish. God knows I try to get them to! I’m at the front of the class, wearing these tight-ass yoga pants, doin’ downward dog, sticking my ass right in every guy’s face, and they’re all too busy checking out Ms. Shell!”
“The teacher?” Becca was surprised. “No way!”
“Well, she’s only, like, 25. And her ass is pretty amazing.”
“Oh come on, I don’t buy that. In a class full of teen asses, who’s gonna be lookin’ at the older woman?”
“Have you ever seen her ass? Here, Sam Foley has a great picture of her bending over on his phone. Lemme go get it.” Jenny slid out of her seat and walked down the aisle. Sam Foley was on their bus, so when she got to him, she sat down next to him. “Hey Sam.” she said, smiling at him.
“Oh, hey Jenny!” Sam was excited. Jenny was notoriously slutty, and one of the hottest freshman girls in the school. His eyes kept flickering down to her partially visible tits. Jenny noticed this, and every now and then glanced down at his crotch.
“Do you still have that picture of Ms. Shell on your phone?”
Sam was a bit nervous. He hadn’t expected any girls to come asking for that picture. He thought maybe she was gonna call him a pervert or something. “Um, why?” he asked.
“‘Cause I wanna show my friend how hot she is.” Jenny replied. Sam was shocked, but extremely turned on. His cock was hardening in his pants, and Jenny smiled even more at him after he saw her checking it out.
“Uh, okay.” Sam took his cell phone out and showed the picture to Jenny. “Here it is.”
“Mmm, nice. Send it to me, please?” Jenny asked.
Sam had an idea. “I’ll trade you. I’ll give you this pic for a pic of you.”
“Hmm…Okay. I’ll send you one later.” Jenny winked at him. Sam sent the picture to Jenny’s phone. “Thanks!” She got up to leave, then stopped and looked back, catching Sam staring at her ass. He looked back up, looking guilty. She smiled at him again. “Feel free to take a few extra pictures in yoga class, too. You can get a much better look there.” She glanced down at the bulge in his crotch one last time, licked her lips, then walked away with a smug grin on her face.
Dammit! I should have asked for a blowjob! Sam thought.
Dammit! I should have felt his dick! Jenny thought.
“How’d it go?” Becca asked when Jenny sat back down next to her.
“He sent me the picture.” Jenny responded. She searched through her backpack for her cell phone.
“So, what, you owe him a blowjob now or something?” Becca joked.
“No, you little bitch. Although, if I had just given him a quick blowjob now it would have gotten my favor out of the way earlier.” Jenny said, laughing a bit.
“On the bus? You tried that once, remember? On the way back from a lacrosse game, you got suspended for a week and nearly kicked of the cheerleading squad? Yeah, not a good idea.”
“Oh come on, I wasn’t really almost kicked off. If they kicked off every cheerleader who gave blowjobs to the players there wouldn’t be any cheerleaders.”
Becca laughed. “So true, so true. So, did Sam just give you the picture when you asked?”
“No, I told him I’d trade a pic of me for it.”
“Ooh! Nude pic? Gotta show him your titties at least!”
“Maybe.” Jenny replied with a sly look on her face. She found her phone and opened it. It had a new picture message. “See, isn’t that a great ass?” Jenny asked, showing the picture to Becca. The picture was taken while Ms. Shell was teaching yoga class, so she was bent over sticking her ass out.
“Daaaamn! She really is hot! And look, her pants are just as slutty as yours!” Becca said.
Jenny playfully slapped her. “Shut up! I told you she was hot!”
“Yeah, you’re right. Her ass is waaay better than yours!”
“Oh you are gonna get such a spanking later!” Jenny and Becca were laughing as the bus arrived at the school.
***
Jenny and Becca both had a free period after lunch, so they decided to meet up in the girls’ locker room. They went to a far corner of the locker room and began undressing as they talked about their day so far.
“So Becca, I’m guessing that skirt wasn’t hiding much today?”
“Oh, God no. Every time I go up stairs, guys fight to get the best view from below me. Teachers seem very interested in my area of the room. And guys can only drop things and ask me to pick them up for them so many times before it starts to become obvious what they’re doing.”
“You pick it up every time?”
“Yep. My ass has been seen more than my face today. I’m so frickin’ horny right now, I just need to get off!”
“Mmm. I know what you mean, babe. I forgot lunch money today, so I had to sit on a guy’s lap and ask to borrow some. I could just feel his cock getting bigger, pressing into me!”
“Haha! You’re givin’ lap dances for cash! All you need to do now is let them slip singles into your thong and you’re a stripper, baby!”
“No no no! Not my thong, he put the money in my cleavage!”
Once they had stripped out of their clothes, Becca pushed Jenny against the lockers and started furiously making out with her. Free periods were not very long, and they both had class afterward, so they knew they only had time for a quickie. As they made out, they each stuck a few fingers up the other’s pussy and started fingering them. Jenny put one hand on one of Becca’s huge tits and started rubbing and squeezing. Becca had her other hand on Jenny’s lower back, but it slowly descended until it was cupping Jenny’s impressive ass. They both continued to swirl their tongues around in each other’s mouths as they moaned in pleasure. Every now and then Jenny pinched Becca’s nipple, making her squeal a bit. Becca responded by slapping Jenny’s ass, making her moan deeper and louder.
After a few minutes of making out, Jenny moved her mouth down to Becca’s tits, taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking it while her hand rubbed the other tit. “Ohhhh yeahhhh,” Becca whispered, “suck my fucking nipples you little slut.” Dirty talk always made the two girls hornier. They both started fingering the other’s pussy harder, and Jenny lightly bit down on Becca’s nipple. “OW! Kinky today, are we?” Becca said, before spanking Jenny as hard as she could. “Ohhh God, Jenny, please, suck my pussy! I’m so horny I can’t stand it!”
Jenny took her mouth off Becca’s tits and stood up straight. “Not yet. I have to give you your spanking first!”
“Oh, fine! But make it quick, dammit!” Becca bent down, put her hands flat on a bench, arched her back and stuck out her ass.
Jenny stood behind her and put her hand on Becca’s right ass cheek. “I think I’ll give you that hand print you wanted Kyle to see!” Then, she brought her hand up, and brought it sharply back down onto Becca’s ass. Becca gave a surprised “OH!” Jenny kept her hand there for a few seconds, then lifted her hand up, then gave her about 10 more hard spankings, each landing in the exact same place. Each time, Becca shouted “OH!” a little bit louder. “Mmm, check out your ass now, bitch!” Jenny laughed.
Becca looked back over her right shoulder and down at her ass. Her whole cheek was red, but she could clearly make out the print of Jenny’s hand. “Oh my God, my brother’s gonna cum so hard when he sees this! Now, can you please eat me out?!”
“Fine, slut. Lay down on the bench.” Becca laid back along the bench, and Jenny got up on top of her, facing the opposite direction. Jenny started licking Becca’s pussy while pushing her pussy onto Becca’s face for her to lick. For the last few minutes of their free period, the slutty friends 69’d until they both shuddered in orgasm and licked up each other’s juices.
They stood up and started to get dressed. “Thanks, sexy. I really needed that.” Becca thanked Jenny.
“No, thank you. If you weren’t available, I would have had to fuck some random guy.” Jenny smiled back at her friend.
“So, are you coming over to my house to work out after school?” Becca asked.
“Your house? No way! We teased Kyle last time, it’s Kevin’s turn!” Jenny said.
“Why don’t you wait until Kevin gets home, then tell him you’re going over to my house? He’ll follow you and hang out with Kyle, then we can tease them both!” Becca suggested.
“You naughty little girl, that’s a good idea!”
Once they were dressed, they left the locker room to head to their next classes. They were a little late, and they still had JBF hair, but they didn’t think anyone would mind. It would be fun to know everyone in the class was wondering who they just fucked.
***
When Jenny got home after school, there was no one else there. Her brother had school for about another half hour and her parents were still at work. It was the same with Becca. Jenny wished she could be over there now, having more hot girl-on-girl sex, but she knew she had to wait. Becca’s idea was a good one. They hadn’t had many opportunities to tease both their brothers at once before, but when they did, they both got really, really turned on. She knew this time would be just as fun, and she and Becca would have some great sex afterward like they always do.
Jenny put her school stuff down and went upstairs. She went to her room and noticed her panties from this morning were missing. Smiling, she went to check her brother’s room. Sure enough, she found her panties underneath her brother’s pillow. They were crumpled up and had cum stains on them. Jenny really wanted to slip her panties off and put the dirty ones on instead. She always thought her clothes looked better with cum on them, which is why she hated washing her cheerleading uniform. But she knew she had to put the panties back under the pillow, so she did. Then she checked her brother’s computer.
She opened up the internet history and looked through it. She saw a few porn sites, many of which she recognized from watching porn with Becca at sleepovers. She also found a lot of Facebook pictures. As Jenny went through them, she saw a few photos of slutty girls in her brother’s grade, who she had to admit were pretty hot. She knew she was gonna get to know them well when they got to high school. Then, she found a lot more pictures of her and Becca, mostly her. Jackpot. There were bikini pics, upskirt and cleavage shots, photos of them mid-lesbian kiss, them grabbing each other’s asses and tits, plenty of her in her skimpy cheerleader uniform, even a few of her and Becca spanking each other. Jenny and Becca loved posting sexy pictures of themselves on Facebook. It was yet another way for them to tease guys. Sometimes when Jenny masturbated, she thought of how at this very moment, there could be guys jerking off to pictures of her, and it always made her cum hard. Jenny felt herself getting wet, picturing her little brother sitting at his computer, with her panties wrapped around his cock, jerking off to pictures of her.
Her brother was gonna be home soon, so she closed the window and went back to her room. She stripped out of her clothes, then put on her work out clothes, which consisted of nothing but a sports bra and spandex shorts. She went downstairs to the kitchen to wait for her little brother to get home, and started stretching.
A few minutes later, Kevin walked in the front door, walked down the hallway to the kitchen, and was greeted by a wonderful sight: his older sister, wearing next to nothing, bending over with her legs up straight, her arms hugging her legs with her face almost pressed into her legs. Her spandex shorts were pulled tighter than her yoga pants were, showing the curve of her sexy bubble butt even better.
“Oh, I’m sorry little bro, I didn’t know you were home.” Jenny lied as she straightened up and turned to face her brother.
“Uhh, that’s okay, Jenny, I just got here.” Kevin nervously tried to avoid checking out his sister and hide his hard-on. Jenny turned back around and put one foot up on the kitchen counter, then stretched forward to grab it. “So, uh, are you and Becca gonna, um, work out here right now?” Kevin asked, trying but failing to hide the excitement in his voice.
“No,” Jenny said as she switched legs, “I’m just about to head over to her house.”
Kevin was disappointed at first, but then he realized he could just go over there too and pretend he was just there to hang out with Kyle, who was his best friend. “Oh, well, I was gonna go over there too. Hang out with Kyle and stuff.”
“Cool.” Jenny said as she finished stretching and turned to leave. As she passed her brother, she looked at him, smiling seductively, and said, “See you there.” Then she walked down the hallway to the front door, swaying her ass in her tight spandex shorts for her little brother’s viewing pleasure.
***
An hour later, all four teens were at Becca and Kyle’s house. Jenny and Becca were in the family room, working out to some aerobics DVD. Kevin and Kyle were spying on them from upstairs, peaking through the railing. Kevin and Kyle had already admitted to each other that their sisters were hot. For the last year or so, the two of them have been spying on their sisters, sometimes together, and telling each other about everything they do. Of course, neither of them suspected that their sisters teased them on purpose, they just thought they were lucky to have such hot, slutty, and apparently oblivious older sisters.
Downstairs, the girls knew their brothers were spying on them, and made sure to give them a nice view. They had purposely chosen a DVD that had a number of sexy routines, with lots of bending over and ass shaking. When it ended, they were both hot and sweaty, and horny.
“Whoo! I’m so hot right now!” Jenny said, pulling at her sports bra like she wanted to remove it.
“Damn right you are.” Her brother whispered upstairs. Kyle laughed quietly.
“You know what we should get,” Jenny said to Becca, “is one of those Carmen Electra aerobics videos.”
“You mean the striptease ones?” Becca said. “I’ve seen those. They look hot.” She and Jenny were walking into the kitchen, which is connected to the family room. Kevin and Kyle quickly went down stairs and sat on the couches. They took the remote and changed the TV to live TV, and pretended to watch it.
Becca opened the fridge and took out two drinkable yogurts, giving one to Jenny. “Don’t forget to shake well!” Becca joked. Jenny smirked as they both shook their yogurts in a handjob motion. Their brothers had no idea what was on TV at the moment. Then the girls drank their yogurts, which were white and gooey. When they got down to the last few drops, they tilted their heads back and let it dribble out onto their tongues. Jenny let a big drop miss her mouth and fall on her cheek. “You missed some.” Becca said, wiping it up with her finger.
“Oops! I’m usually good at swallowing it all!” Jenny joked. Becca held her finger in front of her friend’s face, and Jenny sensually sucked it off.
“So, are we done for the day?” Becca asked.
“Yeah, I guess. Next time, though, let’s go for a run past the basketball courts. Lot’s of cute guys there!”
“You show-off,” Becca smirked. “Let’s go up to my room.”
When they got upstairs to Becca’s room, they immediately shut the door.
“Oh my God! Our little brothers must be so hard right now!” Jenny said.
“I know! Your little stunt with the yogurt couldn’t have made it more obvious you like to suck dick!”
“Fuck I’m horny now.” Jenny said.
“You wanna fuck? I’ve got my strap-on in here somewhere.”
“No. I need cum. I wanna suck some dick. And I think today’s the day.”
“The day you suck dick?” Becca said. “Um, that’s kinda most days, isn’t it?”
Jenny smiled. “No, silly. Today’s the day we help our little brothers out.”
“Are you sure?” Becca asked.
“Think about it: we tease guys all the time, and we always suck and fuck ’em ’cause it’s not fair to leave ’em with their dicks hard. But what about our little brothers? They’ve got it worse than any other guy we tease, and we haven’t done anything for them.”
“Oh, yes we have.” Becca protested. “We let them jerk off to us while we undress, or while we masturbate, or while we suck off other guys.”
“That’s just more teasing!”
“Well, what about this morning when we left them our underwear to jerk off with?”
Jenny smiled. “That was helpful, yeah, but it’s not the same. They’re still getting themselves off. That’s just not enough, every guy needs a good blowjob now and then.”
Becca thought about it. “That’s true. I guess we haven’t really been fair to them. So, what, you wanna trade brothers, or do you want Kevin’s dick?”
Jenny smirked at her friend. “They probably wanna fuck their big sisters. But let’s start with each other’s. We’ll switch later if we really wanna.”
“‘Kay, long as we make ’em cum in the end. So, what, we just gonna go back downstairs and rip their pants down?”
“I say, we do it in your jacuzzi. Let’s get some slutty bikinis on.”
“I don’t think we’re the same size.”
“Doesn’t matter, I’m sure yours are all too small for you anyway.” Jenny smirked. “Besides, whenever we wear bikinis, they never stay on too long anyway!”
Both girls stripped down and went inside Becca’s walk-in closet. She had quite a collection of slutty clothes, including many sexy two-piece swimsuits. Becca picked out a red thong bikini, and Jenny chose a similar purple one. Then they headed downstairs.
On the way to the hot tub, they passed their brothers. “Hey, boys!” Jenny called to them. Kevin and Kyle both stared wide-eyed in shock at their gorgeous sisters in their tiny bikinis.
“We’re gonna go for a soak in the hot tub.” Becca said, noticing her brother’s gaze directed at her big tits.
“You’re welcome to join us.” Jenny said, looking from their crotches to their faces and giving them a look of approval. Both girls winked as they turned around and strutted away. Their brothers watched their asses sway as they left. The boys looked at each other for a moment, then ran to change into their swimsuits.
***
“Ugh, what’s taking the guys so long? I’m getting horny!” Jenny complained. Jenny and Becca were sitting across from each other in Becca’s hot tub. The hot tub was indoors, but it was in a small extension of the house with windows making up three of the walls. However, the curtains were closed, as Jenny and Becca were expecting to need some privacy.
“Just relax, slut. They’ll be here in a minute or two. Just wait.” Becca said.
“Ugh, fine.” Jenny laid back and felt the soothing hot water all over her body. “They’re probably jerking off up there. Probably with our clothes, too.”
“So you’ll have one more cum stain on your clothes. Big deal, cheerleader.”
Jenny smiled. “Guess what happened at cheer practice a few days ago?”
“I can only wonder.”
“We were doing one of our routines, and two seniors on the varsity lacrosse team started watching us. But instead of sending two varsity girls to take care of them, the cheer captain sent me and another freshman girl! We usually only get to take care of JV guys!”
“Cool! So what’d ya do?”
“We gave ’em blowjobs, God they had big ones, then we lifted our shirts and let ’em finish on our tits. They wanted us to just put our shirts down, but I wanted the cum so I asked if I could lick it off the other girl’s tits, and they let me!”
“Nice, babe! Ooh! Guess what? I got a big part in the next school play!” Becca said. The previous year, Becca had been given minor roles in the plays put on by the school’s student-run Drama Club. She had always been given the part of some sort of hot, ditzy girl or some kind of wench. They gave her revealing outfits to give the audience and the other actors some eye candy. After she became well-known for giving blowjobs to the actors backstage for most of Freshman year, many more guys joined the Drama Club this year. As a reward, Becca was to be given bigger roles this year.
“Way to go, girl! All that dick sucking finally paid off! So what are you this time, a stripper?” Jenny joked.
“Well, sort of. It’s a play about the Seven Deadly Sins, and I get to play Lust! I get to wear this sexy red dress that shows lots of my cleavage and pretty much all of my legs, it’s awesome! Not to mention the stiletto heels I get to wear! And there are a few parts where I’m supposed to be all flirty, and I plan to do some bending over onstage!”
“Oh, you naughty girl. Hey, you know who else we owe after we start taking care of our brothers? Our teachers.”
“What? No way, they’re too old!”
“Like you’ve never given a blowjob to a guy after babysitting his kids.”
“Well yeah, but that was just for extra money.”
“Wait, you mean all this time I’ve been suckin’ their dicks for fun, and I coulda been gettin’ paid for it too?!”
Just then, their brothers came downstairs. The girls thought they were pretty good looking for 13 year olds. Jenny was admiring Kyle’s abs, and Becca was eying Kevin’s bulge. “‘Bout time!” Jenny said.
“Hey Kevin! Come sit next to me!” Becca called to Jenny’s brother.
“And why don’t you come sit with me, big boy!” Jenny called to Becca’s brother.
Kevin and Kyle complied. They were both excited that the other’s older sister seemed to be flirting with them. And both the girls looked incredible in their bikinis. Jenny, tired of waiting, almost immediately put her hand on her friend’s little brother’s crotch. Kyle flinched and looked nervously at Jenny, thinking it might have been a very awkward accident. But when he saw the naughty grin on her face, he knew she meant to do it. Jenny exchanged looks with Becca, who got the idea and started doing the same to Kevin. The guys did their best to play it cool because they thought the girls didn’t want their friend to know they were groping their brother. The girls also said nothing about it, and were laughing on the inside as they made casual conversation while rubbing a guy’s dick through his pants underwater.
After awhile, Kevin and Kyle started to give each other knowing smiles. They realized their sisters were doing the same thing. Jenny noticed this, and decided it was time to take it further. “Becca,” she said. “Why don’t we get a little more comfortable?” Then she went down until the water was up to her neck and the rest of her body was out of sight. When she came back up, the water was still covering her nipples, but she was clearly topless. A few seconds later, her bikini, top and bottom, floated to the surface of the hot tub. “Mmm, that’s better.” Jenny smiled. Kevin and Kyle were dumbstruck. They could not believe Jenny just took off her bikini right in front of them like that. Becca liked the idea and did the same. Her impressive tits drew even more attention than Jenny’s.
“What’s the matter, Kev?” Becca asked as she stroked his cock through his swimsuit. “Why don’tcha join us? Get more comfortable too?”
“Yeah, Kyle.” Jenny agreed. “It must be uncomfortable keeping this big thing in your pants. Wouldn’t it be nice to let it out for bit?”
“Uhhh, I don’t know, Jenny. I mean, my sister’s right there…” Kyle said. He thought the girls might find it weird that he thought his sister was hot, so he tried to sound like it was uncomfortable for him.
“Right there with her big tits on display for ya, and so am I. Least you could do is take your cock out for me.” Jenny leaned in closer to Kyle and whispered into his ear, “Take off your pants, so I can give you a real handjob.”
Eyes widening with excitement at this opportunity, Kyle quickly pulled his swimsuit down. Across from him, he saw his sister doing the same to his friend. “There, isn’t that better?” Jenny said before moving her hand to his hard cock. Jenny gasped and smiled as her hand curled around it. “My God, you’re bigger than I thought.” she said. Of course, Jenny had had much bigger dick in the past, but most of the younger kids she’d fooled around with were smaller than Kyle. “Here, get up. Sit on the edge here, lemme see that thing.” Kyle did as instructed and sat on the edge of the jacuzzi with his legs dangling in the water. Jenny got on her knees on the seat in front of him, her bare tits finally out of the water, and began slowly stroking Kyle’s cock. “Becca, your brother’s got a real nice cock!” Jenny called to her friend.
“Mmm, yours does too, babe!” Becca called back, she and Kevin now in the same position as Jenny and her brother.
Jenny couldn’t resist anymore, she had to taste Kyle’s cock. She leaned in and took it in her mouth, and started giving Kyle his first ever blowjob. She had had a lot of experience with sucking cock, so she made sure to put her skilled mouth to good use.
Meanwhile, Becca was still jerking Kevin’s cock and teasing him. “My oh my, such a big cock.” she said admiringly. “What’s got you so hard, hm? Is it my big titties?” she said, sitting up straighter and rubbing her tits with her free hand. “Or maybe it’s your sister’s ass.” Becca looked over her shoulder, watching Jenny bent over and sucking her brother’s cock. “It is a nice ass, isn’t it? Probably why she loves showin’ it off so much. It’s made for spankin’ too, trust me.” Becca could feel Kevin’s dick growing bigger and harder. “Is this turning you on? You enjoying watching your big sister sucking my little brother’s cock? Mmm, you naughty boy. Look at her suck that dick. She loves it. She’s quite good at it, too. Course, you probably already guessed that, since she’s a cheerleader an’ all.”
Kevin was loving the situation he was lucky enough to find himself in. He was getting a handjob from a nude 16 year old girl, while watching his sexy sister suck cock. He would have preferred to be the one getting a blowjob from his older sister, but he wasn’t gonna complain. Maybe he could get one from Becca at least. “Becca…can I…will you…”
“Suck your big, hard cock? Of course I will, baby. All you had to do was ask.” Becca was not as experienced at cock sucking as Jenny was, despite being the older of the two girls. However, she had still sucked plenty of cocks, so she knew what she was doing when she took Kevin’s dick into her mouth.
For a while the only sounds in the room were the sloppy sucking noises and the little moans of the girls. The guys were torn between watching the hot girl sucking their dicks and watching their hot sister sucking their friend’s dick. But the moment didn’t last long. The two inexperienced 13 year olds didn’t stand a chance against the two cock sucking pros. Before long, Jenny could sense Kyle was about to cum, so she pulled his cock out of her mouth and jerked him off over her face. The sight of his sister taking a load to the face sent Kevin over the edge as well. After his first spurt of cum shot into Becca’s mouth, she pulled his cock out and let him finish on her face too.
When the boys had finished cumming, their sisters’ faces were a cum covered mess. Becca swirled the little bit of Kyle’s cum in her mouth around and swallowed it. “Mmm…Hey Jenny, your brother’s cum tastes great!”
Jenny used one finger to scoop some cum off her cheek and into her mouth. “Mmm…So does yours, babe. Wanna try some?”
“You know it! Let’s trade.” The girls waded through the water to the middle of the jacuzzi and started licking the cum off each other’s faces. Their brothers sat there, watching in awe of the sexy sight.
“Mmm…Wow, my brother has some tasty cum!” Jenny said after licking a huge load off of Becca’s forehead.
“Yeah, mine does too!” Becca said, licking some off of Jenny’s chin.
“What about his cock, how was it?” Jenny asked in between licks.
“Wonderful. You’ve gotta try it some time.”
“Oh, well then, I guess I’ll have to suck my little bro’s cock sometime.” Jenny smiled. “Your brother’s cock was nice too. Bigger than some of the guys in my grade.”
“Oh really? Next time we’ll swap partners then.” Becca said. Their faces clean and their mouths filled with cum, the best friends started making out and passing their brothers’ cum back and forth between them.
After swallowing a big load of cum, the girls grabbed their discarded bikinis and climbed out of the hot tub. “C’mon, little bro. Dry off and get dressed. Time to go home.” Jenny said to Kevin, breaking him out of a daze.
The girls smiled to themselves as they walked back upstairs nude to get dressed. Things were gonna be very different with their brothers from now on, and they were already thinking of the naughty things they could do with them.

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Fantasm

Routine Questioning

It was an hour before midnight when they picked her up. The black and white van glided up behind her as she stood waiting for a bus. They took her gently, one officer holding each arm, like escorts.
She started to ask a question and one of the voices beside her said, “This is just a routine questioning.”
Sitting on the floor of the van she felt her heart hammering in the absolute darkness. The walls and floor were padded and the sound of the street moving underneath her was hushed. The van stopped and the doors opened. The night sky had been taken away and replaced with brightly lit walls, ceiling. The night wind had been changed into air that never blew.
Again two men took her by the arms; they passed quickly from the painful white light of the big underground garage into a room with no light. A few steps inside a spotlight snapped on, its white cone shining straight down to where it cut a brilliant dot on the floor. It made the darkness seem blacker; a thickness into which a man need only step to become invisible.
“Stand in the light,” an invisible man beside her spoke.
“Stand with your feet on the marks.”
“But, what…” she began.
“Put your feet on the marks.”
“To do so she had to spread her long legs, stand with her feet uncomfortably wide apart. When her feet were on the marks the hands released her arms. She stood in the shower of light for several minutes. Nothing happened.
“What’s going on?” No answer.
When someone finally spoke to her it was a new voice and it came from the blackness somewhere in front of her. Close.
“Your name is Claudine Briodin.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.” Her voice sounded small. It was becoming hard to breathe through the fear.
Hands took hold of her wrists, large male hands. Two more hands started unbuttoning her blouse.
“No, please…don’t…I…wait…”
She couldn’t move her arms so she twisted her shoulders from side to side, trying to avoid the working hands.
“Hold still.” The hands pushed the blouse back over her shoulders and she was bare to the waist. The hands dropped to the zipper of her skirt.
She was crying now, softly, to herself.
Her skirt dropped to the floor and the hands slipped her panties down. She was told to step out of the clothes piled around her feet, and she did, numbly, letting the automatic motions she used every night do the final stripping of her body for these invisible strangers. The hands released her wrists.
“Put your feet on the marks.” Her bare feet stepped out, sideways. They left her standing there for several minutes, naked, legs spread.
Ten years of anti-terrorist lawmaking, a decade of growing police powers have brought me right here, to this place, Claudine told herself as she waited, trembling. The nuclear bombing of the Statue of Liberty last year gave the mad dogs one last push of frenzy…and the Routine Questioning laws.
She felt the pressure first against her bare ass, then something pressed softly at her shoulders, then calves, heels, back of head. She moved, started to step forward away from the pressure.
“Lean back.”
The hands took her wrists again and pressed them into soft cuffs at her sides. Wide padded cuffs were wrapped around her ankles. They have manacled me to a padded wall, her racing mind told her.
The wall started to tip slowly backward. When her feet left the floor her body weight put hard pressure on the cuffs and they dug into her arms and legs. The wall tipped faster and the pressure shifted to her ass and then ass, shoulders, back, legs, and she was lying flat. Her chest felt like she had been breathing steam and her legs were trembling visibly. Claudine tried to stop shaking but she no longer had any control over her hysterical muscles.
“Now, Claudine, we want you to answer a few questions for us.” The voice was smooth, deadly, coming from somewhere beside her in the blackness. She lay on the table. Waiting.
“What is your address, Claudine?”
“My identification…” Her faint voice cracked. It was a small timid squeak that made her angry with herself, her fear.
“We have your identification, Claudine. What is your address?”
“3133 Coachman Lane.”
“How long?”
“There? Three years.”
“Before that?”
“College. Dormitory.”
“Which college, Claudine?”
“State.”
“Take any ecology classes, Claudine?”
Oh, God no, here it comes!
“Claudine?”
“Only required courses,” she said slowly, each word sounding like a sentence.
“Who do you live with at 3133 Coachman Lane, Claudine?”
No!
“Claudine…you haven’t answered my question.” The voice was beside her head now.
No no no, oh no. Oh David!
The voice didn’t ask again.
She waited for it to start. She knew, her chest knew by the fire in it, that they would start doing things to her now. She closed her eyes. This will be the last time I can rest…take these few moments…
Her eyes jumped open when the padded table began to move, contract. Slowly it was pushing her ankles up toward he body. She watched her knees rise, tip, spread. Saw the ankles moving wider apart, legs opening. In the cone of light her body was ghostly white.
Oh my God no! No no no no. A wave of adrenalin washed through her body, warming the inside while her skin felt cold, so cold.
Then she felt the touch. Lightly at first on the stiff hair. Then rubbing slowly, pressing, opening the dry bristly hair to find wetness underneath. Something started echoing in the distance, something she didn’t want to hear.
The hair was stiff now only at the top. Lower it was softer now, wet. The table moved, spread her legs wider, separating the lips.
She was crying now, in hard sobs, her chest heaving as though it was trying to throw out the burning by the force of its convulsions. Her head was turned, cheek against the table. Tears ran down into her nostrils, were sucked in. She began to choke.
She felt the one-fingered touch on the soft skin inside the crook of her elbow. The finger pressed down and a needle bit through to a vein, stayed, was taped in place. Then she felt a finger stroke the inside of her other arm.
Cramped muscles unclenched, moved in the other direction, stretched, then rested. Her body was relaxing. Her breathing slowed down, the pounding of her heart becoming a sigh.
They’re giving me something, A drug.
The stroking continued its slow work, making sure she stayed wet.
Her eyes started to drift shut when she saw something move into the light. It entered the brilliant cone several yards above her feet, dropping toward her stomach. It moved with an awkward precision like a mechanical hand inside a radioactive room. This hand had only one finger.
It glided down toward her knees and before it disappeared below the rise of her belly she saw that a red light had winked on at its tip. She heard the echoing sound again and this time she knew it. It was her voice, screaming.
“No! Please! Wait…please!!”
She twisted her hips to the left and the probe swung to follow. She tried to twist back to the right but the table firmed, tightening under her, holding her hips still. Oh Jesus oh…now…it’s going to happen to me right now!
The probe stopped. She could feel her pubic hair rise up and touch it when she breathed. She tightened her stomach muscles, tried to stop breathing. Tightened her butt and tried to pull down and away from it.
Oh David david david david. Help me David.
The probe touched her. It began stroking, then lightly plowing the furrow of her lips with such a delicate touch.
Claudine’s flanks were icy with sweat that glued her skin to the table. Suddenly a new warmth spilled into her body. She was hit by a spasm that clenched her stomach muscles and locked her jaws together. It flowed away leaving her unfolding from the cramp, blooming…so high…so high…
And as she opened, the probe entered her. Her ass had lifted from the table as she pushed her hips up. The probe slid down the length of her lips, dipped and slipped smoothly into her vagina.
It was known officially as a sophisticated interrogation device, but its operators had given the specialized computer a name. They called it ADAM, for Automated Deflowering And Molesting. Its purpose was to bring a female to the point of orgasm and keep her there. It listened to Claudine Briodin’s heartbeat, felt the moisture on her skin, knew her internal temperature. It fed her amphetamine to increase her irritability, synthetic fraction of THC to heighten her sense of touch, mescaline derivatives to sharpen her erotic perception. The penetration probe was controlled by streams of data coming from sensors in her wrist and ankle cuffs.
She knew what was happening, but it was all down there so far below her mind…and it felt so good.
“Ohhhhh.” It was the smallest sound.
Slowly ADAM changed the cone of light, making it warmer.
Her head began to turn from side to side in time with the stroking as it became quicker. Incoming data to ADAM to it her breathing had changed to a heavy working rhythm. In response it widened the probe.
“Ho..Gh…Ghod…puh…lees…”
Oh, God, my name is Claudine, please be gentle!
“Hih…hih…huhn…hn…”
The probe grew longer, fatter, and warmer.
“Oh! Oh…oh…oh…mmmm.”
She felt her body try to arch, push her pelvis up against the sweet pressure.
“Nice skinny hips,” ADAM’s operator said to a coworker three floors above the interrogation room, watching a television monitor. “I like her kind of body. They look more naked when you can see the hip bones under the skin. The fat ones look like they’re still covered up after you strip ’em.”
A new drug was pushing into her veins and Claudine could feel its effects. Bright colored sparks flashed behind her eyelids when she blinked.
“Ah haaaaaaaah! Oh, yesss…yes yes yes.”
The swollen probe was gliding in and out, oiled by her wetness, at just the right speed, with just enough force. She barely felt the table move, readjust her. Dimly she felt the cheeks of her ass being moved apart. Her eyes popped open as she felt something, another probe, begin to nuzzle her tight circle of flesh.
“Who do you live with, Claudine?”
She didn’t know if the voice was real or in her head.
She felt pressure against her anal sphincter and a spurt of something, lubricant, then a terrible pushing, shoving as an object far too big invaded her rectum.
She screamed for a long time.
When she woke she could tell that thing was still up her ass. The probe in her vagina was still there, too, but not moving now. She was cold again.
“Claudine…” The voice was right beside her ear, so close it startled her and she wrenched against her bonds.
“Tell us now and it will be over. Who do you live with?”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m afraid it’s the other way around, Claudine.” With a snap the blunt tube up her ass extended rings of sharp spikes. She stopped screaming when her tears ran into her mouth, filling her throat. The spiked tube began to move, just slightly, in and out. Finally her screams became the name David.
They let her rest. Then the voice came again.
“You didn’t tell us his last name, Claudine.”
“No, no, please…I told you what you asked. Please!”
The spikes snapped back into the shaft and it pulled quickly out of her. Her sigh of relief became a moan.
A new chemical, or an old one she had forgotten, spread numbness up her arms and she slept.
She was wakened by the probe in her vagina.
It was warm, heating her inside, starting to move slowly in and out. And it moved…so…nice!
It’s the chemicals. I don’t really want this. It’s…so nice…
“Is David a green panther, Claudine?”
“Noooo…” becoming a moan.
“Has he ever blown up freeways? A pulp mill? Refineries, auto plants?”
“I told youooooo…”
So nice now. The drugs…
“Does David know anyone who is a green panther? Claudine? Are you listening?”
A sudden jolt of amphetamine and synthetic adrenalin.
“NO!!”
The voice quiet against her shout…”Are you lying to me, Claudine?”
The probe stopped its delicious work.
“NO!”
Wetly, the probe withdrew. Her body screamed with the chemically induced need they had given her. A monkey on my crotch, she thought, giggling to herself.
I’m empty!
“Does David know any ecology guerrillas, Claudine? Give me a name.”
“No. I can’t…”
“Can’t what, Claudine?”
“I need…”
“Need what, Claudine?”
Oh please, please! I need…I need…”
Her hips writhed in the echoes of the stilled rhythm. She could not open her eyes.
“What do you need, Claudine?” The voice was close beside her head.
“I need…it…” Her voice was fading.
“Tell me what you need, Claudine. Say it!”
“I neeeed…”
“What, Claudine?”
A whisper. “The machine.”
“What do you want it to do to you, Claudine?”
“Ohhh, put it back in me, please. Please please please please.”
“The names of your friends, quickly Claudine.”
The probe began to trace a narrow oval, touching her lips like a light breeze.
Quickly, hysterically, she rattled off names.
The probe, no longer gentle, rammed into her as a swirl of THC exploded up her arm and into her brain, out along her nerves and into her clitoris.
She was no longer empty.
She floated. Somewhere very far away her hips were working, her body slippery with sweat. She glided. At last she lay serene, soaking, bathing in pleasure like warm water.
“They love it,” the attendant three stories up said to his bored pal. “Beg for it…don’t want it to stop.”
“Uhh.”
“Remember that girl they picked up…she was on acid and wine. Went nuts. Wanted to go to work for us if she could get back on the machine.”
“ADAM rules.”
“Right, Butthead.”
At 55 minutes of rippling orgasmic peaks, ADAM sense that possible heart damage might result if Claudine was kept at climax. He flooded her system with sedative, slowly withdrew the probe. She urinated for more than two minutes.
In the upstairs room a computer terminal dumped a hard copy profile of her sexual response patterns…more intimate knowledge of her wants and needs, her pleasures, than any of her lovers had ever known.
The table was wet from her. The probe entered her again, injected a speck the size of a pepper grain into her vaginal wall, discharged a stream of cloudy thick fluid that would leak slowly for the next hour. And withdrew.
Three floors up the attendant saw the green surveillance blip wink into life. “That one won’t send for a while,” he said. “When old ADAM screws ’em they don’t want human dick for weeks.” Laughter. The transmitter planted in her vaginal wall would send Claudine’s location every time she had intercourse.
She lay drained, muscles pushed hours past their exhaustion points. Her naked body shook with shudders she couldn’t control. She was cold again.
ADAM began feeding her. Vitamins, caffeine, swirls of nutrients.
Her arms and legs were freed and they helped her sit up, bare legs dangling from the edge of her torture table. A hand reached into the light and put her clothes beside her.
Needles shot up through her feet when she stepped down. That was how she knew she had been there, on the table, a long time. She dressed slowly. Hands at her elbows led her across the room, into a hall with dim lights. At its end, a door. She shrank back, afraid. A hand at the small of her back gave a gentle push, the door opened, and she was standing on the street.
Claudine cringed, afraid the people walking past her on the morning sidewalk would know where she had been…what she had done. What had been done to her.
They must know, they must look at me and be able to see me spread out in there.
It was only early morning but the day felt used, soiled. Exhaust fumes blew in her face, the sunshine looked dirty.
Across the street a giant billboard shouted the President’s re-election slogan: WHATEVER MEANS NECESSARY.
The bus stop was right in front of her and Claudine put her hand into the pocket of her coat, pulling out her transfer.

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Fiction

Christine – Pt.2

It’s been two weeks since we had that afternoon interlude and Susan has called, faxed, emailed or voice mailed me every day with sexual suggestions and innuendoes. So far I’ve resisted the urge to give in to her suggestions. Don’t get me wrong; she was incredible. I’ve never met anyone with a sexual appetite such as hers. It’s just that I have been more than satisfied as of late.
Christine and I sat down that same evening and talked about what had happened. She was both amazed and taken aback by Susan’s directions. “I really had no idea that’s what Ms. Williams wanted to do,” she said, “but I couldn’t stop myself once I got started. I mean, I was so turned on, and you seemed to approve of what was going down, so I just went with it.”
I told her I felt the same way; I was so turned on I couldn’t stop, and I really didn’t have a problem with anything that was done. “You have developed into such a beautiful, sensual woman that I found it difficult to stop what you were doing,” I told her. “I have to admit, you have exhibited an entirely new – and quite alluring – side to yourself.” I smiled and kissed the top of her head.
Christine took my hand and placed it over her heart. “The trouble I’m having now,” she said, “is trying to stop my feelings about doing it again. I mean, you were incredible. All the way home I was thinking about taking you in my mouth and getting you off again.” She even blushed as she said it. I felt her nipple grow hard under my hand and, at the same time, realized I was getting a hard-on all over again. “Would it be such a bad thing to keep going?” she asked.
“No,” I told her, “it wouldn’t. But it’s something we have to keep very private. Other people wouldn’t understand it.”
“Not even my friends?” she asked.
“I doubt they would understand. They’ve probably been taught that this sort of sexual conduct is a bad thing.”
Christine knelt down in front of me and began to stroke my rod through my pants. “I might have a surprise or two on that matter,” she said, opening my pants and taking my cock in her hand. And, with that idea, she sucked me until I came down her throat.
Over the next two days Christine took every opportunity to explore our new sexual relationship. She took to removing her clothing when she was around the house and masturbating several times a day while I watched. Sometimes I would masturbate with her; sometimes she would suck me off. I ate her lovely, juicy young pussy for the first time and brought her to a huge climax with both my tongue and my fingers. And both nights she would come into my bedroom before retiring and suck on my cock until I came either down her throat or in her hands.
On Monday Christine went back to school and I went back to my office. I got done early and decided to head home. The house was so quiet and peaceful I decided to just kick back and relax for a while, so I stripped down and laid back on our couch. I couldn’t help but think about the last time I’d been naked on a couch. I’d had Susan at one end and Christine at the other. The mere thought of that afternoon got me hard, so I closed my eyes and slowly stroked my cock into a huge hard-on.
I dozed off that way. One moment I was thinking about Susan and Christine, and the next I was looking up into Christine’s lovely young face, smiling at me. I felt her hand slide over my tool. “Hey there,” she said, “you must have known we were coming over today.” It didn’t register at first, but when I finally realized she’d said, “we,” I looked past her to see another young woman standing at the foot of the couch. Her eyes were trained on Christine’s hand slowly stroking my cock into life.
“This is Jenny,” she said. “We’ve talked about what you and I do and she’s really interested in it.” I smiled at Jenny, not knowing quite what to say. Christine’s hand tightened around my stiffening cock and her strokes took on more urgency. “She really wants it, Daddy. Do you mind?”
I shook my head, letting my little head take over my thinking.
Christine told Jenny to get undressed and she moved her face down to my cock. As Jenny slowly peeled off her tank top, bra, skirt and panties, Christine began to give me head. By now she knew exactly what to do to get me really hard, and by the time Jenny came over to the couch I was rock hard and throbbing. Jenny’s naked body only made my balls ache even more; her firm young tits must have been nothing less than a 36D, and her pussy was trimmed down to a thin strip running up from her delta. She had slim hips, firm thighs, and a trim body – all the things a man loves to admire. Christine brought her down on her knees and offered her my cock. “Start slowly,” she told her, “with just the head, and then work your way down his shaft. Up and down. Don’t try to take it all in at once. Just relax and enjoy the feeling. And keep in mind the really sensitive areas, and pay attention to them.”
Jenny caught on like a pro. I watched the head of my cock disappear into her mouth, felt her cheek muscles tighten around it, and then felt her tongue swirl around the rim. It was heavenly. As she began to slowly slide up and down my rod Christine moved around behind her and began to stroke her pussy with her hand. Jenny must have really liked that, and she began to pump my shaft with her hand as she sucked my head. At one point I figured Christine has pumped her fingers into Jenny’s cunt, because she stiffened, moaned lightly, and then went back down with renewed energy. I saw Christine begin to piston her hand in and out of Jenny’s twat and Jenny stopped sucking me off. “Oh, shit,” she moaned, “that’s so good. Oh, God, that’s so good.”
“You want his cock?” Christine asked her.
“I want his cock fucking me,” Jenny replied, breathing harder.
Christine didn’t stop finger-fucking her, but she brought me around behind her. She took my cock and guided it into her tight, wet cunt. “Just start slowly,” she whispered to me, “but then ream her really good. She’s had dildos inside her before, so she’s ready for you.” I began to slowly slide in and out of her pussy, loving the tightness around my tool, and Christine sat down on the couch with Jenny’s face between her thighs. She took Jenny’s face and guided it to her pussy. “Just like you did before, baby,” she whispered to Jenny, “eat me like that.”
Jenny bore down on Christine’s clit and fuck hole with her tongue. “Harder now, Daddy,” Christine told me, smiling, “fuck her harder now. Pound it into her. Really fuck her hard now.” She had this mischievous look on her face that told me the harder I fucked Jenny, the harder Jenny would suck her pussy. I smiled back at her, slid nearly all the way out of Jenny’s twat, and then rammed my cock home. Christine stiffened, smiled, and then looked at me. I began to pound Jenny’s pussy as hard as I could, sliding all the way out until just the tip of my cock was against her opening, and then reaming her hole until my balls pounded her vulva. Jenny withstood about a dozen of these before she gasped, clenched down around my cock buried deep inside her, and climaxed hard.
I was amazed at how wet she got. When I withdrew from her my cock and balls were literally dripping with her cum. Christine sat me down on the couch and Jenny immediately started sucking my cock. Christine went around behind Jenny, laid down underneath her hips, and brought her soaked pussy down to her face. I got to watch and feel Jenny’s mouth sliding up and down my throbbing tool while Christine stroked herself and cleaned up Jenny’s pussy. In a matter of minutes I felt that familiar rush to my groin. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned, “I need to let go.” As if on cue, Jenny bore down on my tool even harder. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and pumped it fast and hard as she sucked the top third of my cock. At the moment of climax I grabbed either side of Jenny’s face, held her head very still, and shot a huge load into her mouth. At first she gagged a bit, but to her credit she never lost a drop. She ate every bit of my cum and then went back for more. By the time she was finished she had taken two loads from my balls and licked me clean. And, in between, she climaxed, again, in Christine’s face.
Every afternoon that week Jenny dropped by our house either after school or in the evening and we enjoyed our threesome. Jenny always wanted me to fuck her from behind so she could have Christine’s pussy in her face, and Christine loved finishing off my cock while Jenny ate her. On Saturday we were planning to have Jenny spend the night when Christine came up with an alternative idea. “There’s this other friend of ours who is really looking for a group thing,” she said. “Would you have any problems if I invited her to spend the night as well?”
“Don’t you think this might get out of hand?” I asked her.
She thought about it and shook her head. “No,” she said, “as long as we keep it just between the three of us and you. I can’t really think of anyone else who would be interested – aside from Ms. Williams, of course.” We both laughed at that; we could both imagine Susan Williams spending the night with three high school girls and a man. “She’d be having one orgasm after another,” Christine laughed.
Saturday evening Christine went out with her two friends and they got home at around 11pm. I stayed home and watched some television in my boxers and a t-shirt. When they arrived I was lounging on my bed. Christine brought both girls upstairs. “Dad,” she said, “you know Jenny. This is Stacy. Stacy, this is my Dad.”
Stacy shyly smiled and waved. She was about the same height as my daughter, with curly red hair, a long, narrow waist, slim hips, and tits the size of tennis balls. The three of them made for an interesting contrast in female development. The three of them standing together also made my dick stir in my boxers. “So,” I asked nonchalantly, “what’s up for the evening? TV? A movie?”
Christine looked at the two other girls, nodded, and then at me. “We kind of – um, borrowed – this movie from Stacy’s house,” she said, holding out a VHS cassette, “and we thought about watching it here. If you don’t mind, of course.”
“Plug it in,” I told her. “We can watch it up here if you like.”
Christine looked at the other two and they silently agreed. She put the tape into the VCR and turned it on. The title came on to the screen – The Camp-Out – and then the credits. The film looked homemade, at best. I realized right away, of course, that the girls had – borrowed – one of Stacy’s father’s porn flicks. This could be interesting, I thought. The story started out with a young woman and her boyfriend at her parent’s house, making out. Things progressed quickly to her boyfriend getting a blow job, and then to the sex. I watched Stacy as the film got hotter; she blushed at first, but then let her hand creep down between her legs. Christine had her own leg up and her hand between her thighs and was stroking along nicely, and Jenny was playing with her own nipples. I sat back on the bed with my head against the pillows and lazily massaged my dick through my boxers. When Stacy looked over and saw what I was doing, and how hard I was getting, she blushed and looked away. But she didn’t look away very long. Her eyes turned back to me and she licked her lips. I slowly pushed my boxers down under my balls, exposing my hard, thick cock to her, and she smiled. I started stroking my shaft and Stacy edged over. She took my cock in her hand, felt how hard I was, and then slowly took it into her mouth. While she sucked me I reached down and massaged her young tits through her t-shirt.
Jenny noticed what we were doing and she nudged Christine. Christine smiled at me and began to take her clothes off. Jenny followed suit, and soon the two of them were completely naked. When Stacy looked up she saw Christine kneeling over my cock, edging in for her turn. Stacy relinquished her position and took her own clothes off. Her pussy was covered in short red hair. I motioned for her to climb on to my face, and when she lowered her pussy down to my lips I found a thick, hard clit waiting for my tongue. I took it into my mouth and sucked it gently. With Christine’s mouth doing circles around my cock head, I licked and sucked Stacy’s knob until she was breathing hard. I slipped my thumb up her cunt from behind and she rode my face and finger until she began to climax.
Just as Stacy jerked and jolted on my face, Christine grabbed hold of my cock, squeezed, and moaned loudly, “Oh, fuck, yes! Yes!” I turned my head (as much as I could) and saw Jenny’s legs splayed out across the bed behind Christine. I figured Jenny was getting her face wet with Christine’s cum right about the same time I was getting Stacy’s. I thought it was about time to do a bit of directing.
“Jenny,” I said, “come up here and lay back on the bed. Christine, I want you to ride her face. Stacy, come down here and kneel between Jenny’s thighs.” When the girls were all in position, I slid up behind Stacy’s ass and slowly started to ease my cock into her cunt. I gently pushed her face down between Jenny’s thighs and guided her to her pussy. “Lick her,” I said, “and get her clit hard. And she loves it when you ram your fingers up her cunt really hard.” Christine looked back at me, smiled, and then closed her eyes as Jenny continued her assault on Christine’s pussy. As I began to rock slowly in and out I could hear lovely slurping and sucking noises coming from the girls. I reached out and massaged Christine’s back lightly. She took my hands and placed them across her breasts. Her nipples were like two small pebbles. I gently rolled them around and pulled them. Meanwhile, I thrust my cock harder and harder into Stacy’s tight young pussy. It only took a few minutes for her to work up to another orgasm. She began to moan first, then louder, until she started shaking and thrusting her ass back against me every time I pushed in. Finally, she yelled out once and climaxed hard and long. I rolled her to her side and slipped up between Jenny’s thighs.
Taking Jenny’s long, lean legs and wrapping them around my hips, I entered her and started fucking her with long, measured strokes. I held her ass cheeks in my hands and pumped her as hard as I could manage. Each time I pumped her twat I heard Christine gasp as Jenny sucked her pussy with renewed effort. I thrust into her tender pussy and reamed her as hard as I had the first time I fucked her. My balls slammed against her ass and I felt her juices beginning to wash down my sac. Then I felt her tighten up, clamp down around my shaft, and I knew she was about to cum. I slid all the way out and slammed my throbbing tool into her again. As she climaxed I ground my cock deep inside her and flexed it causing her to jerk and twist with a second orgasm.
I took Christine’s hips and brought them back towards me. “I want you to clean Jenny’s pussy up with your tongue,” I told her, bending her over. I took her sweet little ass in my hands, spread her legs apart, and slowly entered her cunt from behind. It was the first time I’d ever fucked Christine, but I could tell she’d had toys bigger than me inside her before. She took my cock and tightened her pussy muscles around it. It was perfect. My cock slid in and out of her with perfect ease, and each time I drove into her she pushed back against me to take my full length. Jenny, meanwhile, was writhing under Christine’s tongue and came again in mere moments. Without a word, Christine moved over and slipped up between Stacy’s thighs. I kept sliding slowly in and out of her, relishing each sensation. Just as Christine had Stacy moaning she turned her head to me.
“Do me in the ass,” she whispered, “just like you did Susan.”
“It’s going to hurt,” I told her. “The first time always hurts.”
She smiled at me. “I’ve been practicing,” she said, “with a dildo. I can take you.” She eased her hips away, drawing my cock out of her, and lowered her hips until the tip of my cock pressed her anus. “Butt fuck me until you cum,” she said. “I want your cum up my ass. Please.”
I pressed the head of my cock into her anus. She was tight – very tight – but in a moment she relaxed and I found the way in easier. I was so well lubricated from Jenny’s and Christine’s juices that my cock simply slid all the way in. Christine let out a huge groan, arched her back, and pressed back against me. “Oh, shit,” she moaned, “it’s so big. It’s so good. Fuck me hard now, Daddy, fuck me hard.” I began to ease in and out of her ass, but she wanted more. “Slam my ass, Daddy, fuck me really hard.” She dove back between Stacy’s thighs and I started to ream her ass. I took her cheeks in my hands and spread them wide. Jenny came over and began to massage Christine’s clit and fuck hole with her hand. I even felt her fingers slip up inside her cunt as I rammed my tool home time after time.
Christine took Stacy’s thighs and picked them up. She bent Stacy’s legs up over her head, exposing her tender cunt to a direct assault with her tongue. I watched as she tongue fucked her over and over again, diving deep inside and then sucking her exposed clit, and then ramming her tongue back inside again. In between penetrations she would grunt and moan with the rhythm of my motion. My cock ached for release; my balls were so full and ready to explode that I had to slow down.
“No, don’t slow down,” Christine groaned, “give it to me. Fill my ass with your cum. Fuck my ass hard now, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt Jenny’s fingers drive deep into Christine’s cunt and I climaxed deep in her ass. I held my cock inside her for a moment, slipped out, and then drove into her again, releasing another load of cum into her ass. At that moment I felt her ass tighten around me and she climaxed. Stacy, too, yelled loudly and came in her face.
The four of us laid there on my bed for a while, panting and breathing heavily and generally trying to recover. Stacy kept muttering over and over again, “Oh my God, oh my God,” and Jenny just smiled at me. Christine was the first one up. She left the room, and then returned a few minutes later with a pitcher of ice water and glasses. It was appreciated by all.
Sometime during the night I awoke to a hand massaging my chest. When I was able to focus I found Stacy lying next to me. She smiled at me, I smiled back, and then she slowly moved down my body, kissing her way down to my crotch, where she proceeded to suck my dick. She sucked me until I was rock hard – again – and then came back up and straddled my hips. “Fuck me slowly,” she said, “until you’re ready to cum. And then I want to suck you off.” She rode me until she climaxed, and then laid down next to me and took me back into her mouth. She sucked and pumped my cock until I was ready to explode.
“I’m going to cum, Stacy,” I whispered, “I’ve got to let go.”
She began to pump my cock with her hand even harder and sucked the head until I pumped out a thick wad of cum into her mouth. She took it all and went back down on me until I spewed out a second load. Then she slid up my body and kissed me, her salty tongue sharing my load with me. And then she left. She was up and out of my bed just like that.
That was last weekend. Today I got home from work and found Christine and Stacy together in Christine’s room. They were naked, on the bed, in a 69 position. I watched for a few minutes as Christine slowly licked Stacy’s hard clit and tongue-fucked her. Stacy, in return, was sucking Christine’s clit and fucking her with a huge dildo with an anal probe on it. When they saw me they smiled and went back to their sexual activity. Jenny just called to ask if the girls were over here, and I told her they were. She said she was actually looking forward to seeing me, that she’d been sitting at home, masturbating and thinking about having my cock inside her, and that she’d be right over.
I’m getting hard just thinking about it.

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