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How I Got a Harem: the beginning

In high school I was in love with my best friend, Ashley. Ashley was a lovely girl with jet black hair that bounced in curls down to her shoulders. She had a face that was both cute and gorgeous and a smile that melted me. She was of medium height, maybe 5’5”, with a curvy but trim body. I drooled for years over her full breasts, perfectly proportioned C-cups, that she displayed in tight t-shirts. She was down to earth and funny, not at all stuck up even though she got plenty of attention, and I absolutely adored her.
Even though Ashley was constantly being hit on, she didn’t show much interest in any guys at our school, except me. I couldn’t figure out why, exactly, Ashley liked me so much. She had her pick of guys and she chose to be with me, and I wasn’t going to second guess her decision. Ashley and I spent the latter half of high school doing what most high schoolers do: diving blindly into the world of sexuality. Ashley and I fucked like rabbits for about two years, exploring our new desires and emotions. We hit the tip of the iceberg, really, when it came to sexual exploration, but at the time it seemed wild.
When high school finally ended I was heading to the West Coast, across the country, for college. She was still undecided about her future, planning to take a year off, and I asked her to come with me. After both of us pouring our hearts out and some tear-jerking moments, she rejected my final advance and left in tears. I went away to college and our worlds separated.
Four years of college effectively erased Ashley from my mind. Of course I remembered her, but it seemed so long ago and far away. I’d spent my college years fucking many a co-ed and Ashley’s crystal blue eyes were but a distant memory.
Two years out of college, 24 years old, I’d moved to Colorado and had landed quite a unique consulting job. I made a lot of money, especially since I was still single so my expenses were pretty low, and I was able to work from home about 90% of the time. I bought a decent house well out in the deserted wilderness because I liked the peace and quiet. I still made the long trip into the city to hit the bars and meet women but for the most part I had a kingdom to myself. I had never met the right girl to settle down with and so my kingdom was devoid a queen. That would all change in a big way.
A knock on my door at 11:30 at night startled me awake. I had dozed off in my office, trying to finish a bit of work so I could take the next day off, and the noise at the door initially scared me. Who could be here, this late, this far from civilization. I figured burglars or murders probably wouldn’t knock, but who then?
When I gazed through the peephole I saw two figures, shrouded in darkness and wrapped in clothing, huddled together on the porch. It was cold out, snowing lightly, and I could see them shivering. When I opened the door and one stepped forward I finally saw her face: Ashley.
She stood for a second looking me over before throwing her arms around me and squeezing tight. “Mark, oh God, I am so glad to see you!” she said into my shoulder. She had layers of clothing on but feeling her press into me brought back vivid memories. She and her companion had a few bags and looked tired and ragged.
“Ashley, what are you, wait, come in, it’s freezing out,” I said, opening the door and grabbing her bags. She and the other figure, a woman I could see now, stepped inside and shook off their chill. The second woman removed her hood and I saw now she was just a girl, a teenager, and she looked shy and concerned. She had a delicate, lovely face with smooth features and sandy hair. She was as tall as Ashley but looked smaller in stature.
“Mark, this is my… cousin, Tracie,” Ashley said. Tracie smiled warmly at me when I shook her tiny hand and told her to make herself comfortable. “Mark, I know this is crazy, real crazy, but can we crash here for the night?”
“Yeah, of course, you’re not going back out there,” I laughed. I pointed Tracie to a bathroom and then turned to Ashley. “Ash, what gives, how’d you find me?”
“Oh, I kept in touch with some high school friends who’ve kept track of where people spread out to, so, it wasn’t that hard,” she said as she removed her winter layers. Her hair was still dark and curly but a bit shorter than it had been. I was surprised to see a silver ring through her left nostril. She still had a trim figure and hadn’t changed much, though I noticed the hint of a tattoo that started on her upper arm and snuck somewhere behind her clothes.
“What’s going on?” I asked concerned, “Where’s your car?”
“We took a cab. He dropped us off in town, didn’t want to drive up here with the snow.”
“In town?” I asked, shocked. “Then how’d you get up here, its at least a couple of miles?”
“Yeah,” she shrugged, “we walked.”
“Jesus!”
“Well, we couldn’t afford it anymore anyways. We were heading west and it seems we ran out of money on your doorstep, what are the chances of that?” she smiled, tilting her head and looking at me with a depth of understanding behind her hypnotic eyes.
“Yeah, well, listen, anything you need.”
“Thanks, Mark, really,” she leaned in and kissed my cheek. Tracie returned, sans outer clothing as well, and I saw an athletic form hugged tight by jeans and a t-shirt. I tried to hide the fact that I was checking her out, both of them really, but I was able to ascertain she sported perky breasts, B-cups probably, and a slender body. She had long legs and her smile was breathtaking. Both of them were thrilled when I directed them to the kitchen and offered up something warm to eat.
As they munched I cracked a beer and began to inquire about how they made it all the way out here. Their story seemed sketchy and fragmented, both of them seemed unsure about the details, but the consensus was that Ashley was taking her cousin on a friendly cross country sight-seeing trip. Both of them dodged questions about the timing of the trip, it seemed to me Tracie should’ve been in school at the time. Unsatisfied and certain I hadn’t received the full story, my visitors said they were tired and needed to sleep.
“Well,” I said, “I have spare rooms but no spare beds.”
“It’s ok,” Ashley said, “Tracie can take the couch and I’ll take the floor, if you have some spare blankets and pillows?” I did, so I set them up in the living room before heading upstairs to bed. I was awake for a long while, questions about this new development were bouncing around my head, and at some late hour I heard some noises downstairs.
Curiosity had gotten the best of me. I was convinced there was more going on here than I was told, so I decided to creep down the stairs and investigate. I’ll admit, thoughts of lurid sexual misdeeds did flash through my mind, but I quieted them and assumed I would never be so lucky as to have two bombshell lesbians appear at my front door. Turns out, I was a very, very lucky man.
My carpeted stairs were silent and I snuck with as much stealth as I could muster towards the living room, the source of the mysterious noises. As I got closer I recognized the sounds, flustered grunts and satisfied moans are unmistakable, and my cock began to rise. I stood behind a free-standing pillar at the edge of the living room and peered in, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim moonlight that streamed through the sliding glass doors on the far side of the room.
As I’d hoped, there was a tangle of lesbian sex in my living room. Tracie, her skin looking deliciously smooth, was on her hands and knees on the floor, her ass directed at me. She still had on a t-shirt and her pink panties were wrapped around her knees. It was difficult for me to make out the key details, I was dying to see the intricate folds and spaces of her young pussy, but in the dark all I could tell was her soft love hole was filled by Ashley’s middle and ring fingers of her left hand, pumping in and out at a rapid tempo. Ashley was kneeling beside Tracie, fully clothed in pajama pants and a long t-shirt, and was happily fingering her young “cousin.” With her right hand, Ashley held a handful of Tracie’s hair and was pulling her head back slightly, eliciting moans from Tracie’s soft lips.
Ashley’s fingers bottomed out and Tracie convulsed, a warm orgasm overtaking her, and she threw one hand up to her mouth to stifle a shout. Ashley was voracious, she had a lust for Tracie that made my cock strain and pulse, and she simply couldn’t get enough. Ashley, not giving Tracie much time to recover, climbed above her and mounted her. She kept her two fingers deep inside Tracie’s pussy and placed her own at the base of her hand. Ashley thrust her hips, using them to push on her hand and fuck downwards into Tracie. The two were soon fucking hard again, Ashley using her fingers like some kind of strap on dildo to fuck Tracie.
By the time Tracie had shook out her second orgasm and the two had collapsed in a pile of kissing and caressing my cock was flexed to the max. It ached for attention, and I knew I had enough mental images to enjoy myself. I desperately wanted, as any sane man would, to join these two, but even with the history between Ashley and I, I had no idea how to go about making that happen.
I retired to my room and freed my suffocating cock. I was very proud of my size and strength, plenty of women over the years had fallen more in love with my cock than with me, and on this night my erection was stronger than it had ever been. I wrapped my hand around it and surprised myself, it felt larger and thicker than it had before. I had never been this turned on in my life and my cock was straining. I stroked it slowly, savoring the images that played in my mind, until I heard footsteps in the hallway.
I dove beneath the covers and pretended to be asleep. There was a gentle knock on my door. “Mark,” I heard a soft voice whisper. “Mark, can you hear me?”
“Mmm, yeah?” I mumbled, pretending to be half-asleep.
“I need to talk to you, can I come in?” Through the door I couldn’t tell whose voice I was hearing. I looked at the clock and saw it was past four.
“Yeah, come in,” I said back. The door cracked open and I was surprised to see Tracie slip inside. She still had on only panties and her tee, her long legs were smooth and snowy white, and she sat on the edge of the bed. I sat up slightly, careful to bunch the covers up and obscure my throbbing erection.
“Mark, sorry to wake you like this, but, I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel right to lie to you. Look, I’m not Ashley’s cousin. We’re not related. I’m her girlfriend.” I acted surprised.
“But you’re…”
“Fifteen? Yeah, I know, we’re nine years apart,” Tracie chuckled. “I’ve heard that argument before. But we’re in love, we don’t care about any of that.” I nodded, not understanding how Ashley and Tracie would wind up together. Tracie answered my unspoken question. “Look, Ashley’s family disowned her when they found out she liked girls too,” Too? “like when she was twenty, long before she met me, of course. Anyways, she went through some rough times, got into some shit she probably shouldn’t have, and hit rock bottom.”
I thought about Ashley suffering, alone and troubled, and my heart sank.
“When I met her she was kind of in rough shape. We met at some shitty country music festival, she had a tent there and was smoking a lot of pot. I kind of came from a rough family situation myself, so we hit it off, she used to say I was fourteen going on thirty, and I don’t know, we just clicked. She and I fell passionately for each other.” Upon saying this I noticed two hard points poking through her shirt, she obviously hadn’t worn a bra to bed, and reminiscing about passionate sex like the kind I’d just witnessed was exciting her. “A year later we came out to my parents, the drunk, ignorant fucks they are.” I couldn’t believe the mouth on this teenager. “They couldn’t handle it, said I couldn’t live under their roof if I didn’t change my ways, so we ran away together. And here we are.” Tracie kind of shrugged.
My cock took notice of her tantalizing nipples, as well as the soft curves of her legs and hips as she sat on the bed.
“Well, Tracie, I’m sorry for your troubles and all, and I’m happy to help you and Ashley out in any way I can, but you didn’t have to wake me up to tell me all this.”
Tracie’s eyes lowered. “Well, there’s more. You see Mark, in the year I’ve known Ashley it has become very clear that she loves me. It has also become quite clear that her heart and soul still belong to you.”
I stammered a response, not quite sure what to say.
“Mark, she said we were coming here because you were the only person who could help us, the only person she trusted. And that’s true, but I know she wanted to see you again.”
“But it’s been six years?” I said, not sure how this was all possible.
“Doesn’t matter, she loves you,” Tracie sighed. “She’s told me everything about you,” she paused and her eyes shot a meaningful glance at the covers that hid my still raging hard on, “and I feel as close to you as she does. I can already tell, just by watching her since we’ve gotten here, that she’s got conflicting emotions flying around her head.”
“Well, I don’t know…”
Tracie interrupted me. “So, basically, I think we have two options. One: we leave once we are on our feet, and for the rest of our lives together I’ll always see the hint of regret and sadness in Ashley’s eyes. Even though I know she loves me, she won’t be able to tear herself cleanly from you. She never has.”
There was a long pause.
“Or?” I asked.
“Think about it,” Tracie began to say. She slowly moved over me, straddling me, pressing her hips down and placing her soft face next to mine. She whispered into my ear, grinding her hips and pressing my cock against her clit through the layers of fabric. “Ahhhhh, or we stay. I can’t live without Ashley. And she can’t live without you. Do the math, Mark, sounds to me like I can’t live without you either.” She was slowly rubbing herself against my straining cock and she softly kissed my mumbling lips.
“So you mean?” I rambled as she teased me.
“Exactly. I know it’s crazy but it seems like the only situation where everyone wins, right? Any other outcome ends in heartbreak for somebody, maybe everybody.” Tracie’s tongue flicked across my lips and I lost my self control. I reached my hands up and grabbed her slender hips. She moaned as I pressed my cock against her and our mouths began a furious battle to see who could push their tongue deeper. Her kiss was thorough but not sloppy, more skillful than I expected for a fifteen year old, and then I remembered that she probably learned to kiss from Ashley, whose mouth I remembered to be tantalizing.
I reached down and squeezed her ass, each cheek fitting perfectly in my hands, and I wondered if I was about to deflower someone who wasn’t even old enough to drive.
Tracie stopped us. “Mark, look, I don’t want to do this yet, not without Ashley.”
I agreed, though my cock would have happily kept going. “So, how do we make this happen?”
“Ashley is still lying to herself, convinced that we’ll leave in a day or two and everything will be fine. You have to make the move, but I know she’ll go for it. Just, I don’t know, take her. Tomorrow. Just grab her, kiss her, and it will all happen, I know it.”
She kissed me once more and pulled away. “I should get back down there. I’ll follow your lead.”
Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep for the rest of the night either. I spent the hours thinking the scenario through, thinking about what it would mean. I lived alone, away from nosey neighbors. I worked from home mostly and made more than enough money to support three people. Tracie was young, a legal problem for sure if it ever came up, but if she had been truthful then it sounded like she’d run away from a careless home and she seemed mature enough to handle this whole situation. Most importantly, lets be honest, I was dying to fuck both of these girls. Over and over again.
When the sun rose I was confident that it could work and I couldn’t wait a second longer to make it happen. I slipped down the stairs in only my briefs, my cock already ready for the festivities, and I saw Tracie was wide awake waiting for me. She was lying on the couch and smiling at me. Ashley was on the floor under some blankets, sound asleep. I crept into the room and around the couch. I bent down and kissed Tracie tenderly before moving alongside Ashley.
I slipped under the blankets and edged myself up to her warm, sleeping body. She moved slightly, her reflexes driving her to snuggle into me. I wasted no time, wrapping my arms around her and waking her abruptly with a deep kiss.
Ashley was shocked and confused. “Mark? What are you doing? What about…”
“Tracie?” Tracie interrupted her as she slid off the couch and into the covers behind Ashley. I kissed Ashley again and Tracie began to hungrily kiss her neck, we sandwiched her now, and I felt Ashley’s body relax and accept what was happening.
My hand wound up underneath Ashley’s pants and panties, cupping her wonderful ass. It was round and voluptuous, larger and fuller than Tracie’s but not in any way fat, and I flashed back to all the times in high school that I’d dreamed of getting inside it but was too shy and uncertain to even voice the idea. Tracie had a hand on Ashley’s chest, kneading her breast through her shirt, and Ashley’s hands had no place to go but directly to my cock. She cooed as she groped it, pulling it through the hole in my briefs and squeezing it tenderly.
When Ashley saw Tracie and I share a kiss she finally realized what all was going on. “Does this mean what I think it means?” she asked.
“That and more, baby, you girls are here to stay,” I said. Ashley broke into the happiest smile I’d ever seen and our pent up passion exploded. We kicked free of the blankets and Ashley rolled me onto my back. Before I knew it, she and Tracie flanked me and were at my waist, gingerly pulling my underwear down and “oooing” and “ahhhing” at the sight of my throbbing cock. Ashley had lost her shirt, her ample tits accented by a sprawling tattoo that started on her back, flew over her shoulder, and encircled her left breast. She had hard, little nipples surrounded by large areolas, a sight I hadn’t forgotten from high school, and her skin was lightly tan. Tracie was still in panties and tee, but I told myself soon I would see her clearly.
Both women were inches from my cock, Ashley holding it and stroking it very slowly, Tracie just looking on in wide eyed wonder.
“I’ve never been with a man before,” Tracie admitted, smiling up at me.
“You’re going to love it,” Ashley giggled. “Just watch and learn.”
I sat up and leaned on my hands. I spread my legs to give each girl plenty of room. Ashley stretched her tongue out and planted it on my shaft, a wonderful warmth I’d missed for years, and began to lap along my tender underside.
“You have to get it plenty wet,” she instructed, giving Tracie a lesson. Soon my cock was shining with saliva and ached to be sucked. “And don’t forget his beautiful balls.”
Ashley moved her face down and gingerly tickled my testicles. Her eyes were closed, her body rocked gently, and she tenderly stroked my slippery cock. “God, Mark, it’s even bigger than I remember,” she said. “I hope I can fit it all like I used to.”
I fondly remembered the Ashley of old driving my cock deep into her throat. Even at a young age and inexperienced, Ashley sucked me in high school with a hunger and passion that I hadn’t experienced even in wilder episodes during college. Today was no different.
Ashley plunged down on me. Tracie gasped when she saw how much of my cock disappeared into her girlfriend’s mouth. Ashley gagged slightly but held me deep, and I was in heaven. Her mouth smothered me in a tender warmth that was the product of burning desire. Her lips were sealed tight around my shaft, still more than an inch from the base.
“Fuck, it’s big!” Ashley exclaimed when she pulled back up.
“I think I’ve grown a bit recently,” I laughed. Ashley turned her attention to my throbbing head, sucking it tenderly and letting her tongue swish circles around it. Tracie took the opportunity to move in for her first taste of cock.
Tracie’s mouth latched on to my shaft halfway down, her tongue awkwardly poking and prodding me. She began to slide up and down, slathering the side of my cock and moaning with joy. She lacked experience but the pleasure was still intense. Two tongues bathed my cock until it was dripping wet.
“Your turn,” Ashley said, holding my cock steady. Tracie moved up and looked at me with eager eyes. She opened her little mouth and moved very slowly, struggling just to stretch herself wide enough. She held my head in her mouth for long moments, sliding her tongue around and experiencing new tastes and sensations. I reached down and took her hair into my hand, both to keep it clear of her face and to gain that extra ounce of control that every man loves to have, and Ashley shimmied up next to me. Ashley’s hand wrapped around mine, both of us holding Tracie’s head on my cock, and we locked in a kiss.
Tracie had finally built up the confidence to suck my cock. She pushed herself down, aided by gentle pressure from both of us, and my cock began to expand her mouth. Her eyes were wide as I stretched her, her teeth grazed my cock as she struggled to open wide enough.
“My fifteen year old girlfriend is sucking your cock,” Ashley whispered to me.
“Well, actually,” I said between pleasured moans, “she’s my fifteen year old girlfriend now too.” Ashley giggled and crawled up to her knees, positioning her beautiful tits in range of my searching tongue. I sucked them gently, mixing in a few bites and nibbles, and Ashley reached between her legs. Tracie continued to suck me, still miles from even reaching as deep as Ashley had, but she was becoming more comfortable with each downward plunge. While deep, throat fucking is a level of pleasure all to its own, there is something to be said for a blowjob that works wonders on all the sensitive areas around your cock head. Tracie was attentive, listening for what made me moan the loudest and repeating.
Ashley crawled back down and began to kiss and lick at the areas of my cock that Tracie couldn’t reach. “Mark, nothing would make me happier than if you would cum in my baby’s mouth,” she said aloud. Tracie, still latched around my cock, looked at Ashley with wide and questioning eyes. I closed my eyes and lowered my defenses, letting the pleasures overwhelm me. A few more tender sucks from Tracie and I was panting, a hot load of cum surging up and ready to explode. I had received no release last night, and that coupled with the unbelievable events of the day had combined to brew up a ferocious and unstoppable orgasm.
I bellowed as a thunderous wave broke from me, my muscles contracted and blasted harder than I’d ever felt. I still held Tracie’s head gently, and to my surprise she didn’t back down. My cum gushed into her in long and powerful bursts. She held her mouth on my flexing cock firmly but she had no chance to handle the torrent I unleashed on her mouth. In no time it flooded and a thick, white river poured from her bottom lip and rolled down my shaft. Ashley was there to collect, lapping at the overflow and enjoying her feast. I felt Tracie gag and more cum spewed from her mouth, soaking me. She pulled free before I finished unloading, a final burst splashing up and streaking across her cheek. Her lips were cloudy white and her mouth hung open, strings of cummy drool dangling.
Ashley cleaned me lovingly. Tracie laid her head down and seemed too overwhelmed to take part. My cock was still hard and throbbing but I assumed the fun was over for now.
“Oh, I know you’re still ready to go!” Ashley exclaimed, feverishly climbing up and shedding her pants and panties. I got a brief look at her pussy, obscured by curly black hair, before she planted it firmly on my cock. Years ago, a virile teenager, I had been able to go twice in a row. I hadn’t done so in years, however, and I figured it was a phenomenon of youth. Turns out, it was just a consequence of being so thoroughly aroused by Ashley. By the second bounce of her tender pussy I felt my cock rushing back to life.
Ashley rode me eagerly, moaning about how wonderfully I filled her and how her pussy couldn’t live without me. I kneaded her tits and ass with joy and we were lost in one another. Then I remembered the delicate pussy I’d seen in the dark last night, that I’d vowed to get a closer look at. I laid down prone, Ashley still riding me, and beckoned for Tracie.
She shed her clothes, my eyes hungrily taking in her firm tits with little pert nipples and tiny, dark areolas. Her youthful pussy was shaved bald and looked moist and tight. She crawled her slender form over to me and followed my lead, straddling my face and gently easing her pussy onto my lips. She faced Ashley and the two kissed and fondled each other as each slowly ground their pussies on me.
Tracie tasted sweet and heavenly, her pussy was tender, warm, and soft and it responded with spastic action at each tickle, kiss, and probe. Her clit was a tiny, sensitive bump and she jumped each time I teased it. Ashley impaled herself on me, moaning into her girlfriend’s mouth each time my cock crammed up against the deepest walls of her pussy. With my hands I took in the subtle curves, trim lines, and soft accents of Tracie’s perfect body, and to my surprise and joy she used her hands to caress my chest, stomach, hips, and the base of my cock.
I heard lustful whispering above me and then Ashley carefully pulled herself free. My slick cock wasn’t lonely long, however, as Tracie leaned forward and began to suck Ashley’s flavors off of me. The pleasure was fantastic, combined with the shear joy of drowning in a delicious pussy, but I decided it was time to switch it up. So far I had been on the receiving end of plenty of attention, but I hadn’t yet got the animalistic pleasure of real fucking.
I eased Tracie off me and worked my way up to both of them, joining a three way kiss. “I need to make love to you,” I said to Tracie. She smiled and kissed me deeply before lying back on the floor. Her supple pussy looked divine, and I knew based on what I saw last night that even if she’d never been with a man she was no stranger to being penetrated.
“No, like this,” I said, standing up and pulling her up with me. Missionary is too conventional, too safe. I wanted to make Tracie’s knees weak, I wanted to overwhelm her. I turned her and bent her over, her tight ass spreading to me and driving me wild.
“Let me do the honors,” Ashley said, falling to her knees and leaning in between us. She gave Tracie’s pussy a few penetrating licks, not that she needed to get any wetter, and then primed my cock with a few deep throat plunges. Ashley then gently guided me to Tracie’s sweet opening, placing the tip of my cock there and letting both of us savor the anticipation. Then she eased me forward, using her other hand to gently rock Tracie’s hips back, and Ashley watched with awe as my cock bore into Tracie’s tender opening. Tracie’s pussy warmly accepted me, a tight and wonderful fit, and she cried out with pleasure and maybe some pain as I stretched her velvety insides.
Tracie clenched around my thick shaft and I felt her tremble as the head of my cock pressed firmly against her g-spot. Ashley stood up and we kissed, Ashley rubbing Tracie’s ass and I rubbing Ashley’s. With my other hand I held Tracie’s hips and gently bumped my cock against her sensitive spot, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure pulsing through her.
After her first orgasm eased I began my assault. I wasn’t violent or sloppy, rookie mistakes, but rather deep, thorough, and forceful. Each thrust of my cock stimulated every inch of her, a loving pounding that rocked Tracie’s world. Her legs shook, her pussy convulsed, and I knew she was hooked.
All the while I had one hand on Ashley, first rubbing her supple ass and then wrapping around to gently probe her slick pussy. Then I got brave, knowing she was in head over heels, and slid my finger up to her tender asshole. I’d never had the courage to go this far in high school, too afraid to be taboo, but today was the day to hold nothing back. Ashley yelped slightly as my finger poked just millimeters into her ass, but I felt her sink down and wiggle for me, working my finger in. In no time I was knuckle deep, my finger engulfed by her clamping ass, and I probed deep, dark areas I’d only dreamed about. Ashley seemed to enjoy it plenty, squirming and moaning with pleasure at each new sensation. The fantasy of being unspeakably inside Ashley’s ass, combined with the non-stop pleasures of a throbbing young pussy, pushed me to the brink.
When Ashley whispered, “I want to be fucked in the ass,” I lost control. Before I knew what was happening, thick ropes of cum were streaming into Tracie’s pussy. Tracie was beside herself, having cum more times than I could count, and her sopping pussy accepted my dense load. I held myself deep inside them both, my cock enjoying every muscle twitch in Tracie’s pussy and my finger lingering in Ashley’s sweet and sinful ass, long after my final thick stream had poured out.

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“Book club,” Anne said. She was making canapés. And she had another one of her titillating dresses on, a green one with a white sash. It had a v-neck that plunged to the center of her chest. Two breasts poked out on either side. Terri had hesitated to ask, but they WERE bigger, weren’t they?
“Then what’s the book?”
“We didn’t actually get around to picking one,” Anne admitted. “But that’s why we’re meeting. To pick a book for next week.”
Terri rolled her eyes.
“Your eyes are going to stick like that if you’re not careful,” Anne said.
She rolled a piece of bacon around a fig. Terri nearly drooled. Why was she so hungry, all the time? Did it have anything to do with her newly irrepressible sex drive?
“Good! Then I’ll go around freaking people out with my all-white eyes. It’ll be great,” Terri said. “Who are these women?”
“Oh, you know. Ladies from the neighborhood. Mrs. Pritcher. Mrs. Scoaler. Mrs. Taylor…”
It was a nearly complete list of the prudish, busy-body women that staffed the Calving PTA and spent most of their time disapproving of things.
Terri opened her mouth to say as much, and Anne stuffed a fig in it. It was delicious. Her train of thought plunged off the rails.
“Go take a shower,” Anne directed. “I’ll give you one of my dresses to wear. You, dear daughter, will be serving the tea.”
Terri tried to fight back.
But the fig was stuffed with ricotta. And all she could do was nod.
* * *
Terri closed the bathroom door and examined herself in the mirror.
“Oh geez,” she murmured, to herself.
She was busting out in curves all over. That damn ice cream!
Already her rail-thin body was a memory. No longer could she see three bony ribs floating just underneath her boobs. Now her body was increasingly sleek and well-fed, almost glossy, rippling with a new bounty of curves.
What hadn’t gone to her hips had gone to her boobs. They had inflated like party balloons over the past week, swelling from mere bumps to the honest-to-goodness breasts she had had before college. Her hips were embarrassingly wide, back to the child-bearing country curves she had been so mortified by.
Not that she looked BAD…
“No more ice cream,” she told herself. That had to be it. That stuff was 90% fat. Whatever Reverend Flynn put in it, it was overencouraging the part of her genetic makeup that wanted to be described as “buxom.”
She eased her growing form into the shower. For the first five minutes she dully scrubbed herself.
“Okay, Terri, be honest with yourself,” she said, watching the hot water dribble down a small expanse of honest-to-goodness cleavage.
She was starting to get turned on… by pretty much anything. It wasn’t just at the end of the day, anymore. All morning Terri had caught herself day-dreaming about boys… sex… slutty little outfits she remembered from college…
A few minutes of the torrent of steaming water, and she started feeling red hot. Already her re-inflated nipples were perking up.
Terri eased a finger down to her snatch. She was starting to seriously considering shaving. Considering how much time she was spending down there, her pubic hair was just an irritation.
“No!” her mind told her, dragging her libido to the back of her head. Not now! Tonight. The tea party women would be there any minute!
Terri flipped the dial to ‘freezing’ and waited for the wet tingles to fall away.
It took a very long time.
* * *
“Oh, thank you, dear,” Mrs. Taylor said. She was in her mid-40s, with carefully crafted Mom hair that hadn’t been restyled since 1986. Terri refilled her mug to the brim. She made a face when the older woman couldn’t see.
The whole experience was mortifying. Serving tea. Acting like a… waitress… while the ‘ladies’ gabbed at each other. They all wore tasteful and boring dark-colored dresses, and had their legs crossed.
But what was most embarrassing of all was that she was wearing her Mom’s dress, and that it didn’t fit well. Too loose in the chest. Pinched horribly at the waist. Her two knobby knees stuck out of the bottom.
She had fought back against the heels. Anne had just shrugged and agreed.
Now she felt dumpy and short without them.
“How about The Road?” Anne suggested. “Cormac McCarthy. Oprah recommended it.”
“Oprah recommends lots of things,” Mrs. Pritchard said. She was a woman just starting to sag into old-lady. “It’s all depressing, I hear. End of the world, right?”
Anne looked cheerful. She wore a pattern skirt with a cinched black belt. The flower-covered tanktop was supposed to look demure.
“How about the Time Traveler’s Wife?” Anne tried. “Very romantic.”
“I don’t know. Time travel?” Mrs. Collie said. “It seems very risqué.”
Suddenly Reverend Flynn was there, in his black outfit. He moved quietly, and when he arrived, it was like he carried the church around with him.
All the ladies were very happy to see him.
“Reverend Flynn!” Mrs. Pritchard cooed. “Maybe you could help us pick a book. We’ve been agonizing over it.”
Flynn smiled. At all of them. His gaze lingered on Anne. “I hope you ladies had a chance to try my latest ice cream. With the pralines? You’d be surprised how hard it is to work with nuts.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’s true,” Mrs. Collie said, then looked around, suddenly mortified. Everyone else was still looking at Reverend Flynn.
He bit his lip. “I suppose the Bible would be a little clichéd,” he conceded. “How about the Invisible Man? Ellison? Lovely, thought-provoking book. I kept a copy with me in Korea.”
Terri nearly dropped the tea kettle. Flynn’s eyes glanced over at her. Then they noticed the poorly-fitted dress, and took a quick survey of the dark-blonde girl. Terri blushed.
There was a very awkward silence. There was no way Flynn could know that at least half the attendees had tried to remove the book from AP English. Right?
“Yeesssssss,” Mrs. Pritchard said, carefully. “I think we can do that. A change of pace. And I know we all have copies.”
Flynn beamed. “You can borrow mine if you’re missing out. I’ll see you ladies some other time.”
They all watched him go. Eyes, Terri noticed, locked on his rear end.
Mrs. Taylor snapped her fingers. “Oh! Anne. Dear. I quite forgot. You know I live next door to the Parrish family? Mr. Parrish has been having such a rough time with his son ever since Linda passed away. I heard that your daughter was back in town, and I thought she could get him out of the house.”
Terri had missed most of that, watching Flynn leap up the stairs. Had he really been… checking her out?
Anne considered this. “I think I could spare her, for a night,” she conceded. “It’ll be good to get her out, too.”
Wait, what?
They were setting her up on a… date? While she was right here? Had she just stumbled into a 19th century novel? Terri spun around.
Eight eyes looked at her. Terri opened her mouth, and shut it again, as they looked over her body and checked it for suitability. She clutched the tea kettle to her chest, and nearly burned her boobs.
“I’ll tell him Friday at 8? It’ll be a huge help. The man needs some time to himself,” Mrs. Taylor said.
“And you’ll help him have some time to himself?” Mrs. Collie said. Her eyes went wide. She snapped her fingers to her mouth. But the others just giggled. Including her own Mother.
And Mrs. Taylor.
“Terri?” Anne said, and Terri got ready to turn her down. A blind date, set up by a.. coven of meddling old women? No!
“Can you refill the tea pot, please?”
* * *
The fight hadn’t gone like Terri had expected.
She had told her Mom, flat-out, that there was no way in Hell, Heaven, and Earth that she was going on a date with some boy she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. Terri had let herself start slow, with a list of reasons why female slavery was illegal, then built up to a hissing denunciation of chores, dishes, and in general being treated like the maid.
Usually Anne gave as good as she got, until both girls were red-faced, shrieking, and panting for breath. Then Terri would run upstairs, slam the door five or six times, and sulk.
Instead, Anne had just sat at the kitchen table, radiant behind her sharp-rimmed reading glasses, and calmly tapped the surface with a pen.
All she had said was “But you look so much better, Terri.”
Terri had deflated like a popped bag of air. Even the run downstairs had felt forced and unnecessary. She hadn’t even bothered to slam the door.
Instead, she ran right to the bathroom mirror.
She DID look better. Her figure had swelled in all the right places, accentuating hips and thighs Terri hadn’t known she had. Not to mention a steadily increasing bustline, even now outlining her old High School t-shirt. But more importantly, her face was bright and healthy, and her hair had grown lustrous and bouncy once again.
Anne knocked on the door. “We’re going shopping,” she said. “Into town.”
Terri took a deep breath for the next salvo.
Instead, unbidden and unasked for, an image of a bright red dress faded through her head. It was strapless, and cut low enough to show off her new assets. She shook her head to clear it out. That just changed the color to green and cut three inches off the hemline.
“Alright,” she said, meekly. and turned back to the mirror.
For a trip to town, a t-shirt and jeans just wasn’t going to do it.
Terri licked her lips and felt them tingle.
* * *
On Monday, Colleen slammed the front door shut when she arrived home.
Neal was in the living room, sitting cross-legged and playing some video game.
“Hey,” he said, eyes locked on the screen. “Welcome home. How was your day?”
“Terrible. Very bad. We’re getting regulatory pushback from the State, and the entire factory needs… can you look at me when I’m talking?”
The petite girl wore dun-colored slacks and a sheath-like white blouse. “Did you do anything today? Besides video games?”
“Dinner’s ready,” Neal said, meekly.
He waved at the table. A chunk of white chicken and boil-in-bag rice. “I made some phone calls, but nobody needs a web designer in this town,” her husband said.
Dinner was rubbery. Afterwards, Colleen stripped off her work clothes and slid into a grey pair of pants and a tanktop.
“Dishes first,” Neal reminded her, as she picked up the remote.
“Dishes.. you’ve been home all day! I’ve been out there…”
Colleen took a deep breath.
That pastor had recommended it, Reverend something or another.
“Dishes first,” she allowed. That HAD been the deal.
Behind her, while she was up to her elbows in pans, the sounds of video games tinkled.
Colleen was ready to turn around and spit fire when the music stopped, she heard feet padding over….
And then Neal’s warm, strong hands were caressing her backside.
Colleen nearly bit her tongue.
“Thanks for all your hard work, honey,” he said, and then returned to the game.
The manager just stood there.
What had just happened?
Something about her husband’s grip had sent sparks shimmering through her rear end. Her whole body tingled with droplets of pleasure. She could still feel the heat of him, fading away.
Her snatch suddenly glowed cherry red.
* * *
On Tuesday, she did the dishes without a single word. Neal seemed pleasantly surprised.
That strange pleasure had been in the back of her mind all day long.
Twice she had lost her train of thought during a meeting. The first time, she had caught her staff—all men—watching one of the pneumatic secretaries walking out of the room. The girl had impractical heels on, and a skirt that rode up with each swaying step. Just watching the shimmering rear had caused her to simply… trail off.
The second time, she had shifted in her chair, and felt an echo of that odd, fun feeling when she put pressure on her ass.
Colleen realized, with sharp surprise, that she had been looking forward to doing the dishes all day long.
When Neal sat back on the floor she craned her head back and watched him from over the sink.
“Hey, Neal?” She called over, softly. He paused.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for everything,” she cooed.
Neal smiled and got up. Colleen stuck her butt out in eager anticipation. And—yes!—when he approached, he put those same sexy hands back on her sensitive ass.
This time they stroked up and down. Blasts of sexy fun shot through her mind. Rippling through her head, getting her hot. What was going on? Her butt had never been a big deal. But now all she could think about was getting it touched… fondled… showing it off…
Colleen moaned in the back of her throat. “Don’t stop that,” she pleaded.
“Stop what?”
“Your… butt massage. It’s… relaxing.”
“Is it?” Neal sounded surprised. But it kept those heavy hands locked on her rear end. This time they softly climbed up and down. Colleen closed her eyes.
“Yeah… I mean.. I’m under a lot of stress,” she said. God, the feelings were starting to climb up her pussy. How long had it been for them? Three weeks? Longer?
“Always happy to massage your rear end,” Neal said.
“It makes dishes a lot more fun,” Colleen said, and sighed, happily.
* * *
On Wednesday, Colleen crept off during lunch and bought a brand new skirt. It was floral yellow, and tight, with a feminine little zipper up the side. And a new bra, since the existing one was getting tight.
This time, when her colleagues watched the bouncing asses of the new secretaries, she just smiled. It was hard to blame them, after all. The girls had round, padded rear ends, pertly displayed in tight jeans or tiny skirts. Any man would admire them. And would want to come up behind, put their hands around, and rub a hard, insistent cock up against the back entrance.
It was only natural.
Colleen felt like an old woman in her usual black pants. All she could think about was the slippery new thing in her bag. She had spent over twenty minutes just looking at herself in the mirror.
This time her husband met her at the door. She gave him a burning, needy kiss and immediately disappeared into the bathroom.
“Dinner’s getting cold,” he called out, sometime later.
Colleen emerged.
She felt hot, coursing with jets of heat, barely constrained underneath a good-to-go skirt and a rippling white blouse. Neal blinked, uncertain.
“I, ah, cooked ribs,” he said.
During dinner Colleen just sat and tried to listen to her man. What he had done. How the futile job hunt was going. Anything on his mind. Underneath the table her left hand circled on the outside of a wet pair of panties.
Just sitting down was starting to get her hot, putting pressure on the warm button that had climbed into her underwear.
“Is everything okay?” Neal said, finally.
“Oh, yeah!” she said, bobbing her head. Her fingers were starting to dance, now.
“What do you want to do after dinner?” he said. “I was thinking I could maybe light some candles… or…”
“Dishes,” Colleen said, firmly. “I want to do dishes.”
Her knees felt weak even before she stood in front of the sink. Neal waited behind her, scratching his head.
“Are you sure you want to do dishes in that skirt?” he asked. “It’s brand new, right?”
“Don’t you like it?” Colleen said. Her voice dripped sweet sugar. She stuck her rear out, towards him. It outlined every crease and curve in the fabric.
“Well, yeah,” Neal said. “I thought maybe later..”
“Do you want to.. touch it?” Colleen said. “You can stroke it and touch it and have… fun with it. If you want.”
Neal shook his head. “Colleen, what…”
“Come on, Neal,” Colleen said. She couldn’t keep the whine out of her voice. She could feel herself dribbling onto her panties. “Isn’t it a nice ass? Don’t you like your wifie’s tender little butt?”
“Yeah, but..”
“So come on and touch me!”
Her guy put his warm hand on her rear. This time Colleen moaned, thickly, and leaned forwards against the sink. The new fabric caressed and kneaded her tightly toned butt, and her body shook with the sensation. She tried to work on the dish in her hand, but the way she was trembling, it would probably shatter in half.
“Come on, get the skirt out of the way,” she said, casting a hot look backwards.
Soon it was just a belt of fabric around her waist. Colleen shivered when the open air hit her ass, and again when it climbed inside her wet panties. Neal was breathing fast now, getting into the unabashed groping. His hands started to get rough, running over her soft skin.
There was someone moaning, and Colleen realized it was her.
Soon Colleen’s panties were bunched around her ankles, and she was bent over the sink. Her tits nearly hit the water, and everything smelled like soap. Her husband rubbed with one hand just outside her dripping slit, the other hand still running up and down her butt.
Then it disappeared. Colleen looked back just in time to see her man reappear with one of the kitchen chairs.
“What..?” she said, muzzily. Thinking wasn’t easy. Most of her thoughts concentrated on the needy emptiness just inside of her pussy.
“I need a better angle,” Neal explained.
Then his fingers disappeared up her cunt. They searched, found her clit, and plunged in and out.
Colleen’s feet left the floor. She balanced like a top on the side of the counter, screeching as orgasm after orgasm swept through her brain. When it was all over with she oozed down the side of the sink, ass still glowing cherry red, a dripping pile of sensitive girl parts. Her frontside was all wet and soapy.
When she came to the manager realized she was on her knees, her pussy splayed open for her husband to see, on the kitchen floor. He still sat on his chair, eyeing her with concern.
His cock was easy to reach, so Colleen swallowed it and sucked him dry.
* * *
Colleen didn’t make it to work until Thursday afternoon.
She had gone shopping again. She had blown a month’s pay on tight shorts, hip-high miniskirts, and a new array of stockings.
When Colleen could think clearly—which was increasingly rare—she thought of her bubbling ass like it was its own person. It simmered constantly, now. Too-hot breezes would set her off, and the mere thought of her husband’s experienced hands made her shiver.
Sitting down meant that a euphoric buzz of simmering heat emanated from her happy, healthy rear end. Even the slightest pressure would set her off.
Colleen spent most of the staff meeting shifting from one cheek to the next, dribbling into her chair, while around her the boys compared notes as to which secretary was the hottest. The admiring glances they slipped her didn’t hurt, either.
Afterwards the petite brunette had sashayed around the office, in her new, towering heels, and dropped her pen seven or eight times. For practice.
“What’s wrong with me?” she thought later, behind a locked door. Two fingers pumped out a needy, juicy snatch. She couldn’t sit down without igniting an eventual orgasm. Work was a joke. She spent most of her time thinking about Neal’s oozing cock.
One of the secretaries floated past, just outside. Colleen could tell because of the giggling.
Then she glanced at the clock. 3:30. Colleen bolted upright.
“I’ve got to get home!” she thought, suddenly frantic. She had to cook dinner, vacuum, dust, and… she shivered to think… do the dishes.
But she still took the way out of the office that led her past a long row of slavering men.
* * *
A few hours later, Colleen’s boobs were covered in hot, soapy water, barely suspended over the sink. She had braced herself on the side of the counter, and waited happily for Neal to finally push his glistening cockhead inside of her.
“Faster,” she urged, spreading her legs just a little bit wider. She hadn’t known she could stretch that far. Her rear gleamed in the overhead light, a bubble of fun and happiness.
Dinner had been a success. Neal had loved her pot roast. Then she had sat in his lap and cooed as he ate, feeling his rock-hard erection bump into her butt. He had liked the hot pink dress, too, especially the sheer stockings and the easy-access panties.
Neal finally got his cock between her legs. The first uncertain stroke nearly toppled Colleen into the water. Her husband had to grab her tits from behind to keep her steady.
Her husband. Just the thought sent ripples of fun hurdling through her already-fried brain. Maybe that’s why she had such a tender, inviting ass. To make her husband happy. He deserved it, after all. Some of those video games looked pretty hard.
Not only did her pussy glow with the delicious sensation, but the feel of his rough, hairy body slamming into her sensitive ass…
Colleen came. She shrieked to the world, luxuriating in the heat of her own body. She was just a quivering, shivering ass with a girl attached, trying to make her husband happy. Her heels hung off her spasming feet.
* * *
On Friday Colleen tried to stay on her feet.
She stood by the side of her desk and tapped on her laptop. Work had been piling up while she had been lost in a happy haze. E-mails were becoming increasingly urgent.
Her boss had corralled her in the hallway and demanded a little order. Colleen had just stared at him. Her ass had been pushed up against the wall, and it was all she could do not to grind it into the plaster. She wore a slinky yellow dress, beaded with turquoise, that wrapped around her hips. Plus two sexy stockings. She looked like a lost call girl, wandering around an office building.
Her tits were starting to feel heavy and hot, same as her pulsating rear. She had cupped them in the bathroom, and that warm glow had pricked through her head.
“What’s wrong with me?” she sighed, trying to make sense of the past week. So many orgasms, so much time spent dripping onto changing room carpets.
To type standing up she had to bend over. A man could come in, any man, see her wanton, shaking ass, and…
Colleen had tried google, but “sexy ass hot feels good feels fun orgasms” had not produced anything useful.
Colleen checked her watch. It was 1:36 in the afternoon. How could she have left her husband alone for so long? She ambled to the parking lot, climbed into the car.
The seat beneath her grew wet and sticky.
* * *
“More… more…” Colleen screamed.
That was another nice thing about doggy-style. She didn’t yell in her man’s ear. He had both hands braced against her beautiful, shimmering ass, and that long, thrusting dick was somewhere inside of her. He had come after about two dozen condom-less strokes, and she had squeezed everything into her snatch.
Then she had coaxed out another round.
Colleen wondered, between flashes of pleasure, how she could’ve been so blind. Her body was telling her: stay at home, get fucked, please your man. And what better way then presenting him with a baby boy or girl?
She was stuffed so full, bits of juices kept dripping onto the carpet. Her knees burned with friction burns. Colleen scarcely cared.
On the way home she had called and quit her job. Maybe she could call back and get Jennifer’s. If that’s what Neal wanted.
In her head she wondered just what she could make her husband for dinner.
And how many dishes she could use.

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Fantasm

A families Pain

They rape them, torture them and blackmail them, but it is not only the male of the family that do it.

Sex Joke

THE ORIGINS OF YODELING

Have you ever wondered where and how yodeling began?… Not really? Well, you are going to find out whether you like it or not. Back in the olden days, a man was traveling through Switzerland. Nightfall was rapidly approaching, and the man had nowhere to sleep. He went up to a farmhouse and asked the farmer if he could spend the night. The farmer told him that it would be all right, and that he could sleep in the barn.
The man went into the barn to bed down, and the farmer went back into the house. Well, as the story goes, the farmer’s daughter came down from upstairs and asked her father, “Who was that man going into the barn?”
“That’s some fellow traveling through,” said the farmer. “He needed a place to stay for the night, so I said that he could sleep in the barn.”
The daughter then asked, “Did you offer the man anything to eat?”
“Gee, no, I didn’t,” the farmer answered.
The daughter said, “Well, I’m going to take him some food.” She went into the kitchen, prepared a plate of food, and then took it out to the barn. The daughter was in the barn for an hour before returning to the house. When she came back in, her clothes were all disheveled and buttoned up wrong, and she had several strands of straw tangled up in her long blonde hair. She immediately went up the stairs to her bedroom and went to sleep.
A little later, the farmer’s wife came down and asked her husband why their daughter went to bed so early.
“I don’t know,” said the farmer. “I told a man that he could sleep in the barn, and our daughter took him some food.”
“Oh,” replied the wife. “Well, did you offer the man anything to drink?”
“Umm, no, I didn’t,” said the farmer.
The wife then said, “I’m going to take something out there for him to drink.” The wife went to the cellar, got a bottle of wine, then went out to the barn. She did not return for over an hour, and when she come back into the house, her clothes were also messed up, and she had straw twisted into her blonde hair. She went straight up the stairs and into bed.
The next morning at sunrise, the man in the barn got up and continued on his journey, waving to the farmer as he left the farm. A few hours later, the daughter woke up and came rushing downstairs. She went right out to the barn, only to find it empty. She ran back into the house. “Where’s the man from the barn?” she eagerly asked her father.
Her father answered, “He left several minutes ago.”
“What?” she cried. “He left without saying good-bye? After all we had together? I mean, last night he made such passionate love to me.”
“What?” shouted the father. The farmer ran out into the front yard looking for the man, but by now the man was halfway up the side of the mountain. The farmer screamed up at him, “I’m gonna get you! You had sex with my daughter!”
The man looked back down from the mountainside, cupped his hands next to his mouth, and yelled out, “ILAIDTHEOLADEETOO!”
And that’s how Yodeling began!

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Memories of a Deviant: Prologue and Ch. 1: Family Reunion_(1)

No matter where you go in the world, one thing that is almost universally considered to be a taboo is incest, and as you can see from the title of this new series even I, after all that’s happened, still consider it to be such. The only difference between myself and the rest of the world is that I no longer care if it is taboo or not.
What follows is the true story of how I entered into a deeply committed relationship with my cousin whom we will call Tiffany. Obviously that is not her real name and in order to protect our privacy and other, hopefully obvious reasons, all of the names, and locations that are mentioned will likewise be fabricated. What will be true are the events that took place.
If you are looking for a fast paced story or a gratuitous number of sex scenes then this series probably isn’t for you. The story is somewhat slow and there are relatively few sex scenes because the events that led to my current situation took place over the course of several years. If you find that disappointing then please accept my apologies and move on to find something else to read. For those of you who do decide to give this story a chance, you have my thanks and I hope that you enjoy it. comments and criticism are welcome and encouraged, but since this is my first attempt at writing please, if it is horrible, don’t just tell me that it’s horrible. Tell me why it’s horrible so I can fix the problem.
Also I would like to add that I will do my best to portray these event as accurately as possible with Tiffany helping to fill in some of the blanks, but please keep in mind that these events happened several years ago so some things, especially dialogue may not be completely true but just a close approximation of what I can remember. For that I will apologize in advance.
Now, on to the story…
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Before starting my tale, I should introduce myself. My name is Josh Abbot and currently I am forty years old, but at the time that the events in this story took place I was twenty two years old and in the navy, stationed in Norfolk, Virginia. At the time I was 5’11”, had red hair, had freckles scattered across the bridge of my nose and cheeks, and had pale, icy blue eyes. Also, by the grace of god and genetics I had a rather robust eight inch cock that was decently thick. Not exactly hung like a horse, I know, but big enough that most of the women I slept with didn’t go away disappointed.
I suppose the first incident worth recounting is when my family had a reunion in Corpus Christi, Texas for my grandparents fiftieth wedding anniversary. It was in the summer of 1995 and I took two weeks of leave from the navy, (which I joined as soon as I graduated high school in 1991) so that I could attend. I flew in to Louisiana a few days before the reunion and stayed with my grandparents for a couple of days before we all piled into the car and drove to Texas. We were the first ones to arrive at the resort we would be staying at, and it fell to us to make sure that the reservations for all of the people who would be arriving over the next couple of days were in place. With that task completed we went to a well-known barbecue restaurant for dinner and went to bed early.
Early the nest morning, we woke up and ate breakfast just in time to greet my aunt and uncle who had just arrived with my two cousins, Sarah and Tiffany, who were seventeen and fifteen respectively, at the time. After hugging my aunt and uncle, I went outside to help them carry in their luggage and that was when I saw Tiffany get out of the back seat. I’m sure I must have looked like a fool, staring, open-mouthed, like I was. I hadn’t seen Tiffany in about six years and she had done a lot of growing up in that time. The last time I saw her she had been all knees and elbows, and about as curvy as a two-by-four. Now she stood about 5’5″ tall, and had breasts that I guessed were a solid B cup and looked to be still growing. her hair came about midway down her back and was a brown so dark it almost appeared black unless she was standing in direct sunlight. Also, since she was wearing khaki shorts that were just long enough to avoid being indecent and a tight fitting yellow tank top, I could make out a subtle flaring of her hips. Though her build was still very petite, she had played volleyball and soccer for several years and I could see hard muscle underneath her soft skin. However, what drew my attention and held me captivated more than anything else was her face. She had inherited just enough of her father’s round face to soften the sharp angles that she got from her mother, and that ,combined with full lips and sparkling blue eyes that were just shy of being too large, gave her an almost angelic appearance. I could tell that her face would prove to be extremely expressive, revealing even the slightest twinge of emotion. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought to myself that she must be almost incapable of bluffing or hiding anything, and that only served to intensify the attraction that I was already starting to feel towards her.
I managed to snap out of my trance just as Tiffany’s face lit up in an ear-to-ear grin, confirming my speculations about how expressive her face would be, and she virtually sprinted over to me and wrapped me in a huge hug. Feeling her soft, warm breasts pressed up against my chest was sending little jolts of pleasure shooting throughout my body, so I had to break the hug and create some space before the delightful sensation of her young body pressed against me made things very awkward for both of us. As we stepped apart, however, I noticed that her smile had changed subtly. Now it was more of a smirk, both knowing and a little mischievous. It said that not only did she know the effect she was having on me, but that she thoroughly enjoyed knowing that she had that effect on me. It seemed that my innocent little cousin had grown up into quite the flirt.
I looked away to divert my attention, since looking at tiffany was threatening to make my jeans about two sizes too small, and saw my other cousin, (Tiffany’s older sister) Sarah, get out of their car. While her height and build were almost identical to Tiffany, that is about where the similarities ended. Tiffany’s hair was a dark brown but Sarah’s was a bright flaming red like mine. And even though almost everyone in our family had blue eyes Sarah’s eyes were a vivid forest green, and like me she had a dense mass of freckles covering her nose and cheeks. All of that combined with the quick, easy smile that was almost permanently plastered on her face and the angular features she inherited from her mother gave her an almost impish look, making her appear to be very mischievous and playful, although you would be hard pressed to find someone more reserved and shy than her. Sarah gave me a shy smile as she walked over to me, and in an effort to force her out of her shell I crushed her to me in a massive bear hug; picking her up and swinging her in a circle for good measure. It had the desired effect and she squealed rather loudly, causing all three of us to burst out laughing. By now we had managed to attract more than a few curious stares from other guests due to the commotion we were making, so we all grabbed as many bags as we could carry and fell into an easy banter as we carried them to the suite of rooms that they and their parents would be staying in.
As we headed up to their rooms I dropped back a few paces and pondered on the fact that although Sarah was every bit as gorgeous as her sister, in her own way, she didn’t have nearly the effect on me that Tiffany did. Whenever I so much as glanced at Tiffany it felt like an electric shock went through me, and I couldn’t help but imagine how good it would feel to have those full lips pressed against mine. By contrast, whenever I looked at Sarah, even though I could appreciate that she was a beautiful young woman, all I saw was my cousin. Nothing more and nothing less than that.
As we made it up to their family’s suite and deposited their bags, I managed to steer the conversation to the topic I was really interested in. Dating.
Casually I turned to Sarah and asked, “So, tell me, now that you’re all grown up are there any boyfriends who I should be threatening to kill?”
Her eyes grew wide but she laughed and responded, “No, I don’t have a boyfriend, but even if I did why would you threaten to kill him?”
“Because,” I answered jokingly, “I don’t have any little sisters and you girls don’t have any older brothers. Therefore I have decided to draft you two as my little sisters, and the Code of Honor for Big Brothers clearly states that it is the paramount responsibility of any big brother to threaten all of his little sister’s boyfriends with death should they behave in a way that the big brother deems to be unfitting.”
Tiffany, who had been listening to our conversation, let out a short peal of musical laughter that sent a wave of goosebumps rushing over me and asked, “Oh really? And where exactly in this code of honor does it say that?”
I looked at Tiffany and with the best poker face I could manage replied, “Section one, paragraph c, line four.”
Both girls looked at me, surprise evident on their faces, for several seconds before they both burst out laughing almost in unison.
“Good lord,” Sarah choked out between laughs, “for a second there you actually had me thinking that there really was a code of honor for big brothers written down somewhere, and I’ve just never heard of it!”
Unable to maintain my poker face any longer I began laughing along with the girls, and finally, after we had all managed to catch our breath, I turned to Tiffany and asked her, “What about you, Tiff? Any boys I should be putting the fear of God into?”
She flashed me that knowing smirk again, like she knew why I was really asking, (and for all I know she did. Like her I was almost incapable of hiding things.) and replied, “I’ve been on one or two dates, but I wouldn’t call them boyfriends. None of the boys at school are really my type.”
My heart-rate kicked up a notch, because I knew I would be treading dangerous waters with my next question, “Oh really? What exactly is your type?”
Her grin grew wider and took on a playfully wicked edge as she replied, “I kind of have a thing for red heads.”
As much as I wanted to see where that conversation would lead, I couldn’t forget that Sarah was standing right there beside her sister, and right about then the door to the room opened and in came my grand parents with my aunt and uncle right behind them. After greeting and visiting with my aunt Cynthia and uncle Thomas for a while I took my leave with a mumbled excuse about moving my bags to my new room (I had stayed in my grandparents room the previous night but my parents would be arriving the next day and from then I on I would be staying in a different suite with them).
As I grabbed my bags and began the task of transferring them to the new suite the buzz I got from being around Tiffany wore off and the guilt and shame of having sexual thoughts towards my cousin began to set in. What kind of sick freak was I? From the moment she got out of the car all I had been able to think about was what it would be like to have those long legs wrapped around my waist. I covered the last of the distance to my new room and shuffled inside, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a deep, dark hole and stay there until I starved to death. I threw my bags onto the floor and dropped into the bed, hoping that with a little quiet and some time to think I would be able to reconcile my thoughts and actions with what I believed to be right. I failed miserably in that attempt and the last coherent thought I had before dropping off into a dream laden sleep was: was it just my imagination or was Tiffany actually flirting back?
I awoke several hours later to the sound of the hotel room’s telephone ringing. When I answered it was my grandparents asking if I was going to meet them in the lobby so we could all go to dinner. Apparently I had slept through most of the day. After I hung up I grudgingly crawled out of the bed, (which was far more comfortable than any hotel bed had a right to be.) and got dressed. Finally I shuffled out into the hall and took an elevator down to the lobby where everyone else was waiting.
While we were at the restaurant I did everything in my power to avoid looking at and talking to Tiffany without making it obvious and/or offending her, but I was fighting a losing battle and eventually came to the decision that it didn’t matter what thoughts and feelings I had for her as long as I didn’t act on them. Besides, acting on my desires would most likely only result in a swift rejection, and, if she told the rest of the family, my prompt disownment.. After that being around her became much easier, because I let myself steal glances and fantasize to my heart’s content, but made sure that my body language, tone of voice, and every word that came out of my mouth conveyed only that I enjoyed goofing around with my cousin and nothing more.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was in reality only an hour or two, everyone finished eating and we all headed back to the resort. Once there I quickly said my goodnights and hurried off to my room. All the fantasizing I had done at dinner had left me seriously aroused and it was high time I took care of that little problem. As soon as the door closed behind me I stripped naked, lay on the bed, and masturbated furiously to an intense, body shaking orgasm. No sooner had the last jet of semen landed on my chest than there was a knock on my door.
“Just a second!” I yelled. I hurriedly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where I grabbed a wash rag and cleaned myself off. After that I got dressed as quickly as I could and opened the door to find Tiffany and Sarah standing out in the hall wearing long shirts and flip flops, with beach towels around their shoulders.
“Hey Josh,” Sarah piped up, “We’re about to go swimming and we were wondering if you could come with us.”
“I don’t know, girls. It’s been a long day and I’m getting tired.” I lied.
Both of my cousins let a whiny tone creep into their voices and simultaneously said, “pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!”
I couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Okay, okay. You win. Just let me get changed and I will meet you guys in the lobby.” Their eyes lit up and they readily agreed, rushing off down the hall towards the elevators. I closed the door with a resigned chuckle and began to change into my swim trunks. After that I threw on a white t-shirt and some flip flops, grabbed a towel out of the bathroom, and headed down to the lobby to meet up with them.
When we entered the room that contained the resort’s indoor pool, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the three of us were the only ones there. I turned to the girls and asked, “Are uncle Tom and aunt Cyn going to join us?”
“No, they were tired and decided to go to bed.” Sarah replied.
Having said that both girls dropped their towels and their room key on the nearest table and shimmied out of their shirts, letting me see their bathing suits for the first time. Sarah’s suit was very fitting with her personality. it was a modest one-piece, and a drab, olive green in color, which was very much in line with her shy and reserved nature. When I turned to look at Tiffany, however, I had to suck in a breath and consciously keep my mouth from hanging open. Just like Sarah’s bathing suit was very fitting of her personality, so, too, was Tiffany’s. She was wearing a bright, almost neon, pink bikini that matched her vibrant and out-going character, and the amount skin it showed left me temporarily unable to remember how to breathe and I was fighting very hard not to spring a massive erection right there in front of her. now that there wasn’t a shirt to cover her up I could see that she was amazingly fit, due to all the sports she played. her stomach was flat and tight with abs that, though they were clearly defined, were not so defined as to reduce her femininity.
In part to show off the fact that I was in pretty good shape myself, and partly to block my view of Tiffany and give me a chance to get my head on straight, I stripped off my own shirt and tossed it on the table with the rest of our stuff. When I turned back I found two sets of eyes glued to my abdomen.
“Geez, Josh. Have you been working out?” Tiffany asked in a voice that I could only describe as husky.
With a smile and a generous helping of false modesty, I replied, “Yeah, a little.” I had always been a wiry guy so even though my muscles weren’t bulging they were sharply defined and hard as rock.
“Wow, I’ll bet you have a ton of girls lining up to date you.” Sarah chipped in.
I couldn’t help but laugh and replied, “Less than you’d think.”
“Really?” Tiffany chirped in disbelief, “How many girlfriends have you had since you joined the navy?”
Figuring that honesty was the best policy I simply said, “None.”
“Aw. How come?”
“Because I’m shy and have all the social skills of a retarded hermit crab.” I said, and since this conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn, added on, “Are we going to stand around talking all night or are we going to go for a swim?”
Without waiting for a response I turned and dove into the pool headfirst, and I was quickly followed by Sarah and then Tiffany. For the next couple of hours we enjoyed ourselves and were splashing around and laughing almost non stop, and I relaxed enough that I was almost able to look at Tiffany and see only my goofy cousin, whom I loved. Almost. Then the inevitable happened and as I snuck up behind Tiffany and grabbed her around the waist to throw her, my hands slipped up her body because of the water and before I knew what was happening I was standing behind her with a soft yet firm breast grasped in each hand. I was instantly s hard as I have ever been in my life and quickly let go and jumped back, apologizing profusely in the process.
“Relax!” she laughed, “It was an honest accident so no harm done.”
We continued to laugh and joke around and I hoped fervently that she wouldn’t look down and see the raging hard-on I sported before it had a chance to fade. We stayed in the pool for about an hour after that and if she ever did look down and see that I was pitching a tent in my trunks for most of that time she never said anything, so I quit worrying about it and just had fun. When we all finally went back to our rooms for the night I masturbated again, imagining the feel of her perfect breasts in my hands before I finally dropped of to sleep.
The next day my own parents arrived at the resort, along with the rest of the families that would be joining us and visiting and catching up with everyone kept me so occupied that I had not time to spend with Tiffany, for which I was both grateful and a little disappointed.
Once everyone was settled in my grandpa revealed our schedule for the rest of the trip. It seemed that he filled every waking hour with all the fun activities that Corpus Christi had to offer leading up to the night of their anniversary. I opted to spend most of that time away from Tiffany, since I figured that the less time I spent with her the smaller the chance was for me to get myself in trouble. However, it was impossible to avoid her completely without making it obvious that I was doing so, and every night when we returned to the resort after the days activities, without fail, she and Sarah would show up at the door to my room and beg me to go swimming with them. I learned very quickly that while we were wrestling around in the pool I could touch her as much as I wanted and no one thought it out of the ordinary. it quickly became my favorite part of the day and over the course of our vacation I had a few more “slip-ups” that ended with me fondling her in ways no cousin should touch another, but since they were all supposedly accidents nobody was the wiser and no feelings got hurt.
Finally the big night of my grandparents’ anniversary arrived and they had reserved a banquet hall that the resort had available specifically for that purpose. It turned out to be a wonderful evening filled with music and laughter, and since family were the only ones present, no one thought it odd when Tiffany and I danced together. At the end of the night, after taking several photos of the entire family, we all wandered off to our beds.
The next morning my grandfather announced the activity he had planned for our final night at the resort, and that turned out to be a day long trip to six flags! Needless to say we were all very excited as we piled into our cars and headed for the massive amusement park. My memories of what I did there are a little fuzzy but I know I rode every roller coaster I could find even tried my hand at some of the carnival games I saw, but I’m fairly certain those games were rigged because even after several dollars and attempts I failed to win anything. As the day was winding to an end I was beginning to feel very good about the entire trip, despite my indiscretions towards Tiffany. Naturally that’s when fate decided to intervene against me.
Just as everyone was thinking that it was about time to head back to the hotel, Tiffany spoke up and said that she really wanted to ride the big ferris wheel that six flags had. When her parents broke down and said she could she told them that she didn’t want to go by herself. Sarah was tired and didn’t want to go with her, and ditto for the rest of the children that were there. Tiffany turned to me directly and asked me to come with her and naturally my parents agreed for me. Great. Just what I needed. Several minutes alone with the one person I was desperately trying to avoid.
In the face of her pleading gaze I reluctantly agreed and walked over to the ride with her and got in. The ferris wheel was a big one, and instead of having benches for you to sit on it had the completely enclosed cars that could seat up to four people. Once we got in and sat down, though, I noticed an almost immediate change come over Tiffany. It was almost as if, in the blink of an eye, she had traded personalities with her sister. Where before she had been very outspoken and full of life and youthful energy, now she was acting very shy and quiet. I could tell that she wanted to talk about something and was trying to work up the nerve.
Afraid of what she might have to say, I decided not to make it easy on her and sat there silently, looking out the window. The ride went on, and still she hadn’t said anything, and I began to think that I might be able to get out of this with no harm done. Then, for the second time that evening, fate conspired against me. We came around to the top of the ferris wheel and the ride paused to begin letting people out. as it started to move again there was a terrible, loud grinding noise and the ride shuddered to a stop. Tiffany screamed and began crying out of sheer fright and a few seconds later a voice came over a nearby loudspeaker, announcing that the ferris wheel had stripped a gear and to remain calm while they fixed the problem. Feeling sorry for Tiffany, who was still terrified, I moved over to her side of the car and pulled her close, whispering nonsense to her until she had calmed down.
As I slid away from her I could tell that she still wanted to talk about something, and since it didn’t seem like we would be going anywhere for a while, I finally decided to just get it over with.
“Are you okay, Tiff? You’ve been acting weird since we got on this ride.”
She looked at me for a few seconds before finally responding, “Yeah, I’m okay, but there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Crap. I knew it. I decided that playing dumb was probably my best option so I said, “Oh? What would that be?”
Tiffany, looking directly into my eyes, said, “I’ve noticed what you’ve been doing, Josh.”
My heart rate kicked into overdrive and I’m pretty sure I began visibly sweating bullets. The jig was up. I was pretty sure that Tiffany now hated me and worse, if she told anyone I would probably be disowned by the rest of the family, but, stubbornly sticking to my defense of ignorance, I said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Come on, Josh,” she said, rolling her eyes, “I’ve seen you sneaking glances at me when you thought I wasn’t looking, and all those times you copped a feel while we were wrestling. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”
There was no point in playing dumb any longer. She obviously had me pegged, so I switched to plan B. Begging for forgiveness.
“Well, I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t. God, Tiff, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I’m just a sick freak I guess, and if you never want to speak to me again that’s fine. As soon as we get off the ferris wheel I will leave you alone and you’ll never hear from me again. I promise.”
Tiffany started laughing about half way through my bumbling apology, “Josh! It’s okay! I’m not mad!”
“You’re not?”
“No! I mean come on. If I had a problem with what you were doing I would have stopped you. Truth is, I enjoyed all the attention you were giving me.”
“Oh…well then…uh…” Brilliant master of the witty retort. That’s me.
Tiffany chuckled, obviously enjoying how flustered I was getting.
‘Honestly, Josh, when I got out of the car and saw how hot you’ve gotten I had to resist the urge to start making out with you right there.”
“Yeah, but Tiff, we’re cousins. This is wrong. We shouldn’t even be thinking about things like this.”
Her expression grew more somber and she looked down, saying, “I know, and believe me I’ve tried to stop thinking about you that way, but for some reason I just can’t.”
“I know. Me too. So what do we do about this?”
“Well. Tomorrow I will be going back to Arizona and you will be going back to Virginia and after that we can pretend like none of this ever happened, but for now I say we just roll with it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, hesitantly.
“Well, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do.” she said, and with that she slid across the bench until we were almost touching, tentatively reached out and pulled my face towards hers, and kissed me right on the lips.
The kiss was slow and hesitant at first. She merely closed her mouth and pressed her lips to mine, but that one little peck set my nerves on fire, and though my mind was rebelling at the idea of kissing my innocent little cousin, my body went into autopilot, and my hands went to her waist. pulling her closer so I could kiss her more forcefully. She responded in kind by snaking her arms around my neck and opening her mouth, deepening the kiss. After a moment I felt her delicate little tongue seeking entrance into my mouth. I gladly let it in, meeting it with mine and began massaging her tongue. Tiffany let out a breathy moan and pulled me even tighter, pushing her breasts up against my chest. My cock had gotten hard the second her lips touched mine but now it grew so hard it was physically painful. I lowered one hand down to her thigh and began squeezing and my other hand slowly made its way upwards until I was cupping her soft breast. She made no move to stop me so I took that as an encouragement and began kneading and squeezing her breast and occasionally pinching her nipple, which had grown hard from arousal. She let out another soft moan and through my other hand I felt her begin squeezing her thighs together, obviously trying to resist the urge to touch herself.
Unable to resist the urge any longer I picked her up with both hands and set her down so that she was straddling my lap, the v of her crotch nestled perfectly on the ridge of my erection. I wrapped both my arms around her back and held her tight against me as she began rhythmically rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her clit on my cock through the barrier created by our pants. The feeling was driving me crazy, and I could tell it was doing the same for her because she increased her tempo and began letting out low moans with every exhale. I began bucking my hips with her, matching her rhythm, and was rewarded with the knowledge that she was getting close because she picked up the pace even more and her moans became more frequent and louder. When her orgasm finally washed over her she was practically screaming and the instant she came she sucked in a huge breath and I felt her entire body lock up against me and start trembling. After a few seconds she let out her held breath in a long low moan that sent me over the edge and into my own intense orgasm.
When they finally got the ferris wheel fixed so we could exit the ride we were still laying there, wrapped in each other’s arms, trying to catch our breath. Tiffany gave me one last quick kiss on the mouth and moved over to the opposite bench so no one would guess that we had done anything, and as we exited the ride I looked down to make sure my shirt was long enough to cover the large wet spot in my jeans. Luckily it was and we left six flags with our family, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
As I settled into bed for the night, as it had on many other occasions, the guilt and shame of what I had just done washed over me, and I did something that I hadn’t done in a long, long time. I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning the entire Abbot clan met up for one last breakfast as a family and then everyone began making their long drives home. Tiffany and I mutually avoided each other except for a quick, awkward hug goodbye, and before log she and her family were driving back to Arizona and I was in the car with my parents this time heading back to their home in Missouri for a few days before I had to catch a flight back to Virginia. Tiffany and I never told anyone about what we did in the ferris wheel, and though she sent me a few emails I deleted them without reading the contents because I was ashamed of what transpired.
It was almost six years before I saw her again…

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Fantasm

Krylo!

A story about the great and uncanny town of Krylo! It is unlike anywhere else on Earth.

Fiction

Nikki & Grace

Nickki and Grace
Introduction: Things become easier for the girls as everyone learns the rules and new boundaries.
Chapter 3
Christine woke in her chaise lounge on the back deck it had been a long day. Today her two young daughters decided that they wanted to play with their father and satisfy some of their teenage desires. Grace earlier in the day played her cards just right and after two years of trying to seduce her father, finally lost her virginity. Nikki who just turned 13 not more than a week ago was finally allowed to taste her father’s sperm for the first time, as was the rule of the house. Christine was proud of both of her young daughters they set out with goals and they both achieved them.
Now, it was time to get the suntan lotion off of her skin and take a nice warm shower.
Christine had a smile on her face as the warm water bounced off of her body as she was humming to herself. She was so proud of herself knowing that she manipulated her husband to take her 15-year-olds virginity. She wanted it to be special for Grace and not rushed like when she lost hers. Christine became startled as the shower the door slid opened behind her but there was a nice surprise waiting for her. It was 7” long and standing at attention for her. Christine grabbed her husband’s (Paul) hard cock and allowed him to step into the shower with her.
Paul soaked in the nakedness of his very tan wife. Standing behind his wife Paul’s cock pushed forward spreading her ass cheeks apart. As his manhood slipped downward between her inner thighs he could feel the warmth of his wife’s vagina on his shaft. Paul kissed his wife on the neck as he caressed her breasts then gave some attention to her pussy with his fingers. Christine loved the way her husband touched her and caressed her body. He always made her feel special every time they made love but today was a little different as she allowed her husband to get a blow job from her youngest and fuck her oldest daughter but now was her time to shine and take care of her man.
Paul said, “So, what do you think about Grace losing her virginity today?”
Christine turned around freeing her husband’s cock from between her thighs and faced her husband; looking deep into his eyes her hands met his hot throbbing cock. She began to stroke him in a loving manner and said, “I am so glad it was you. I knew that you would be reluctant at first to fuck her it is incest after all. It’s one thing to allow your daughter to suck your cock but to fuck her – well that is something completely different. I knew it was hard for you to take her virginity but I knew that you would be loving, kind and gentle and take care of our daughter. Thank you so much. I also think that she is going to be a problem and try to fuck you as much as possible now. Nikki is going to get jealous rather quickly wanting to be just like her sister. So you are going to have to find a way of not fucking her until she turns 15. Good luck with Nikki but you still need to take care of your primary husbandly duties and fuck me.”
“Well, honey that is why I am here.” Paul and Christine spent the next 30 minutes in the shower cleaning each other and making love to one another. For some reason their love making that day in the shower seemed to be extra special.
The next morning the girls came bouncing into their parent’s bedroom and woke them Grace said, “Are we going to church this morning?”
Christine said, “Yes, we are going and you guys are going to go to confession first and ask the priest to for forgiveness for having premarital sex and you darling for adultery. Okay let’s go. If you don’t ask for forgiveness today mommy is not going to let daddy continue with the story.”
Both girls spoke together, “Yes mommy.”
Once church was over Christine and Paul went up to their room to get changed. Paul was standing in the bathroom taking care of business when his daughters came storming in on him. As Paul stood there in front of the toilet the girls became impatient, as they were excited to continue on with the story. Nikki grabbed her father’s penis and led him by the hand to the bed where her mother was sitting getting changed from her Sunday best dress. Christine was sitting on the edge of their bed giggling as she watched as her two daughters were pushing their father onto the bed. She noticed the girl’s bare pussies as they were on their hands and both were very excited about what today may bring.
Grace noticed that they were only paying attention to their father and of course mommy needed to be included as well and said, “Mommy will you stay with us today? I want you to stay besides you look very sexy in your thong. We need your side of the story too. Will you please stay and help us play with daddy today?”
Christine looked at her daughter, “Well, I do want to get about an hour or two of sun but once I am finished I promise to come right up and join in okay?”
Grace smiled, “That sounds great mommy.” Grace hugged her mother and to her mother’s surprise Grace kissed her mom on the lips. Then Grace pushed the situation a little more by French kissing her mother. Christine surprised by her daughter’s forwardness got a tingly feeling between her legs when Grace kissed her. She never had girl kiss her before Grace made her feel confused. Not knowing what to say or do she left her two daughters to try and seduce their poor father out of all of the semen he had left over from yesterday.
Nikki took advantage of the fact that her mom and Grace were kissing each other and pushed her father down on the bed then straddled his waist. With her father still wearing his underwear Nikki’s bald prepubescent pussy straddling her father’s girth she began to writhe forwards and backwards on her father’s manhood. Grace was not to be outdone once again by her younger sister again. Grace wasted no time and decided to get the better end of the stick. She decided to sit on her father’s face and allowed her father to tongue fuck her pussy. Just yesterday it was a virgin pussy. A virgin pussy, her father had deflowered. After several minutes of the girls writhing on their father Nikki actually had an orgasm on her father’s cock and when she arose she left a nice wet spot on his underwear. Then Grace reintroduced her father to the taste of her strawberry flavored cum.
Once the girls recovered from having orgasms Grace said, “Okay daddy tell us about you and mommy and how you lost your virginities.”
“Okay, does anyone know where we had left off?”
Nikki said, “Yes, mommy was in the Rectory with Father Jack and he had just finished eating her pussy.”
Paul looked at his two girls. “Okay, ladies shirts off, I want you naked just like yesterday. Grace you come over here on my right and Nikki you to my left.”
The girls did as they were told. Grace and Nikki both pulled their t-shirts off standing on the side of the bed. Grace smiled at her father as her hands went to her breasts, “Daddy, do you like the new woman of the house? Do you like my teen breasts or do you prefer my tight pussy instead?”
Paul gazed at his 15 year-old daughter as her fingers were separating her thin pussy lips apart showing him her hymen was gone for good “Yes, you are the new woman of the house and I hope you are going to let daddy fuck you today. I hope your tiny vagina isn’t sore from yesterday?”
Nikki jumped on the bed and faced her father spreading her legs open and she too spread her vagina open to reveal that she still had her hymen in tact and said, “Do you like mine too daddy? Will you please make me a new woman of the house too? Please daddy I want to feel you inside of me just like Grace got to do yesterday?”
Paul surveyed his youngest daughter’s pussy he felt conflicted, as he wanted to gape her tight slit then said, “Nikki the rules of the house are that I cannot take your virginity until you are at least 15 but that doesn’t mean I can’t kiss it, use my tongue or my fingers. Besides mommy said you are now allowed to give daddy blowjobs. Let’s work on you being able to swallow all of daddy’s manhood first before we move on. Grace had to go through the same indoctrination, as you are about to embark on. So be patient honey and commit yourself to the sex lessons at hand okay!
Before you know it you and daddy will be having as much sex as you want for the rest of your life. Now, ladies you need to help me with my underwear.” Once the underwear was off the girls took their positions and lay next to their father. Spreading their legs open like yesterday in the hammock each took one of their father’s hands and helped him to start fingering their already wet cum filled pussies.
Paul then recovered his memory and began telling his story from where he had left off yesterday. “So, while mommy was in the Rectory sitting on a chair she had Father Jack’s tongue inside of her virgin pussy. At the same time a knock came on the door in the retreat house. As I opened the door there stood Father Nicholas taking role call. As I peered across the hall I saw Elaine, Tammy and Tiffany but mother was not in the room. I had asked Father Nicholas where mommy was and Father Nicholas let us all know that she was being disciplined for her earlier actions.
Later that evening I could not sleep I was worried about mommy and about three in the morning I snuck out of my room and made my way across the hallway into the girl’s room. There I saw mommy sleeping peacefully, as I crept in I put my hand over mommy’s mouth when she woke she was startled and scared. Once mommy recognized me she began to cry and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She began to whisper to me all the things that Father Jack did to her so fast I could not understand her, so I led us out of the room. We were making our way down the hallway looking for a quite place to talk when we heard Father Nicholas and Sister Maryanne coming from the opposite direction down the hallway. I opened the nearest door to us and did not realize that we just entered the outer room to Father Jack’s office. As we heard them pass by we also heard some noise coming from the other room.
We cracked the door just a bit and peered in. There was Sister Karen with her skirt above her waist and her legs spread wide revealing her bald pussy and her tiny asshole. She smiled at Father Jack and said, ‘so, is Christine’s pussy nice as mine Father? Father Jack was completely naked he walked in front Sister Karen and then slipped his cock inside of her pussy and said, Not nearly as nice as yours my dear Sister.’”
Grace interrupted her father and said, “Daddy did you like seeing Sister Karen naked? I mean earlier in the day she spanked your penis with a ruler and hurt you.”
“I have to admit for a nun she was a pretty woman. If I was Father Jack and Sister Karen was willing to let me fuck her I would too. Anyway, Sister Karen looked up at Father Jack and spoke, ‘Father forgive me take away my sins and my lustful nature. I so wanted to fuck those boys with their young hard cocks today. I wanted them to penetrate me just as you do now. Please Lord forgive me and keep me from becoming a sexual deviant.’
Mommy turned to me and whispered in my ear, ‘Father Jack is going to cleanse her of all of her sins. He needs for Sister Karen to cum and that will take away all of her sins. It is supposed to take away the desire of getting fucked. The only problem is that he made me cum earlier today. Now all I want you to do is have you fuck me. Fuck me Paul nice and hard I want you now more than ever. Paul, please I want you to take me right here, right now.’
I turned to your mother kissed her passionately on the lips and said, ‘we can’t fuck here. Please not here we will get in so much trouble.’
Your mommy smiled at me, ‘don’t be crazy Sister Karen and Father Jack aren’t supposed to be fucking Paul, if they catch us what are they going to do?’
Daddy began to take mommy’s panties off and mommy didn’t waste and time herself and removed her top and then my underwear. Mommy knelt before me and gazed at my penis seeing that it was still red from the beating it took from Sister Karen earlier in the day. Mommy was really sweet to me as she massaged my penis. It began to grow and then as I watched Father Jack fucking Sister Karen who was so damn hot that I began to fantasize that it was Sister Karen on her knees. I couldn’t believe that she wanted my cock inside of her.”
Grace took her father’s penis in her hand and began to stroke it up and down and felt that it was still moist from her sister’s orgasm. Then her father’s blood rushed in his shaft making it quite stiff. Nikki decided to help as well as just like yesterday. Now that she was 13 she was now allowed to offer blowjobs to her father, just like Grace was when she was her age. Nikki removed her father’s finger from her vagina rolled over and opened her mouth then let the head of her father’s cock slip inside of her teenage mouth.
Paul continued as he realized that his girls were now just following the cues that he was putting out. “Mommy began to suck daddy’s cock and I wanted to pleasure mommy as well. I lay on the floor I grabbed mommy’s hips and put her sweet vagina over my face.”
Nikki came off of her father’s penis and said, “Daddy, I know you can’t fuck me but you said you were allowed to use your tongue. Will you let me suck on you while I sit on your face just like mommy did?”
Paul looked at Grace worried that Nikki was getting all the attention and said, “Honey let her sit on my face for just a bit and I will let you take care of daddy later.”
The story had a pause for several minutes but the depravity that crept up from the deeps of his daughter Grace began to come to the surface. As Paul’s tongue lapped his daughter’s13 year-old-pussy her older sister took it upon herself to add a new twist to the story as she began to put her tongue inside her sister’s asshole. She worked feverishly as did her father and working together less than a couple of minutes later Nikki exploded over her father’s face.
Paul collected himself and Nikki ran to the bathroom and ran a washrag under warm water and came out and cleaned her father’s face then her pussy. Once everyone’s heart rate had calmed down to a normal pace Paul picked the story back up. “Like I was saying mommy was sucking on daddy’s penis she was very gentle knowing how sore it was. Then just as mommy was about to cum in daddy’s mouth she quickly spun around on top of daddy and tried to push my cock inside of her virgin pussy and break her hymen. The pain took over and mommy became unsure as whether or not it was a good idea to put daddy’s big penis in her very tiny pussy. I on the other hand could not wait any longer and as mommy tried to push down on me I helped her a little and thrusting upwards then mommy’s hymen broke over the head of daddies penis.
Mommy was very tight and daddy was so sore from Sister Karen smacking his penis with that ruler of hers. We were both hurting but we looked into each other’s eyes and mommy told me that she loved me.
Grace stroking her father’s penis straddled her father, “You mean like this daddy.” Grace slipped her father inside of her vagina and with both hands caressed her father’s face, “Daddy I love you, make love to me just like you did to mommy all those years ago.”
Paul cupped his daughter’s ass and spread her cheeks apart. Looking at his younger daughter said, “Nikki, I want you to return the favor and lick you sister’s asshole just like she did for you. Then Paul went on with the story. “Daddy’s cock was throbbing inside of mommy and your mother very gingerly moved up and down on daddy. Daddy did not last very long and within just a few minutes daddy filled mommy with sperm. Grace you were conceived that very night.”
Just then Christine entered the bedroom gazing down at her two daughters nakedness and her very handsome husband. Christine broke in on the conversation by saying, “That’s right your father and I both lost or virginities that night. You’re father not knowing how much he was hurting me as he pushed his thick penis inside of my very tight pussy. I knew that his poor penis was so very sore but we both wanted each other terribly.”
Grace was slowly bouncing up and down on her father and kissed him. “You mean after you were both punished for having a sexual dalliance in the back of the school bus earlier in the day the next time you two were together mommy made love to you daddy and I was conceived.”
“Yes honey. Daddy had no condoms but it just wasn’t sex we made love to one another right honey.”
Paul looked at his wife and then his daughter’s, “That’s right it was more than just sex your mommy made sure that I was going to be hers for the rest of her life. We’ve been together ever since.”
Grace overwhelmed with love for her mother and father by sharing their story went to the core of her being. Grace couldn’t help herself she had permission to suck her father’s cock for the past two years but after yesterday she was now given permission by her mother to fuck her father and let him cum inside of her whenever she wanted.
Grace still had some pain from yesterday; her father’s cock was very large in size and girth for her tight and tiny pussy. Besides this was only the second time her pussy had a man inside it. Grace very lovingly rode her father and leaned down to kiss him. Grace could taste the pussy juices from her pussy as well as her sister’s cum on her father’s tongue. Paul could taste Nikki’s asshole on Grace’s tongue it truly was a beautiful moment for both of them.
Nikki said, “Come on mommy you keep telling the story okay. I need to return the favor and lick Grace’s asshole like she did for me. I want her to cum as much as she made me cum.”
Christine said, “Okay, let’s do this just like we did it for the first time. Grace you get down on all fours and Paul you fuck her from behind. Nikki if you want to you can rest your head on your sister’s ass while daddy spreads her ass cheeks apart and then you can get your tongue inside her ass.”
So, While Father Jack and Sister Karen were still fucking one another we were able to watch them. Daddy tried to match Father Jack but it was his first time and it only lasted about five minutes and daddy filled my vagina with his cum.
When daddy pulled out he did something that I never thought he would do. He stood over top of me and made me suck the rest of the semen that was in the shaft of his penis. After daddy had his fun we then got dressed. We then opened the door and watched a priest and a nun having sex together. They were so into it they had no idea that we were standing there.”
Grace said, “Mommy is it okay that daddy cum inside of my vagina?”
“No honey, I think it best that when daddy is ready to finish that he cum inside of Nikki’s mouth.”
Nikki kissed her father on the lips and said; “You know I haven’t gotten my period so daddy can cum inside of my vagina.”
Grace looked back and said, “No way, that isn’t fair you have to wait like I did. You take it in the mouth and this time you share it with me. I’m not doing all this for nothing.”
Christine looked at Nikki, “You young lady get back doing your job and lick your sister’s ass like you promised. So let me finish the story. As daddy and I stood there watching in amazement of how tight Sister Karen’s pussy was and how big Father Jack was turned mommy on even more. I wished that Father Jack fucked me instead of just eating my pussy until I came. “
Paul kissed his wife and said, “I love you honey but do you remember that we were both shocked at what Father Jack said?”
Grace said, “Daddy you and Nikki are going to make me cum.”
Nikki said, “Come on sis come all over daddy’s big cock.”
Paul then looked at his wife, “Do you remember that Father Jack revealed that your pussy tasted better than Sister Karen’s. Then Father Jack kissed Sister Karen and said ‘its time for me to cleanse you my child. Sister Karen dropped to her knees and looked up at Father Jack and said, ‘Cleanse me with you cum Father wash me with your white cum and take the dark sin from my heart.’ Then Father Jack unleashed a large amount of cum on Sister Karen’s face.
Just as Sister Karen and Father Jack were in a position to be compromised mommy and daddy ran into the room and mommy said, ‘Well, well, well I guess it is okay for the Priests and Nuns to be sexual deviants and commit sin as much as they want as long as a priest forgives you of your sins.”
Grace said, “Daddy I can’t take anymore you are just too big, I’m sorry.”
Christine said, “Okay young lady you always finish what you start. Get down on your knees and suck your father’s cock until he cums. Nikki you lay on your back and Grace you straddle her face. Nikki I want you to lick your sister’s pussy clean of all her cum.”
Nikki did as she was told she lay down on the bed and her older sister had a smile on her face as she finally had her daddy all to herself and was going to get to taste his cum first this time. Grace straddled her face and Nikki got busy with her tongue. Grace then began to lick her father’s penis from his balls to his head and then took as much as she could into her mouth.
Christine smiled at her husband and kissed him then looked at her two young teenage daughters and said, “Damn baby after all these years you’ve still got it. You make me so damn jealous even though it’s our girls. This makes me want you even more.”
Paul looked down at his 15 year-old daughters sucking his cock and his 13 year-old daughters eating her sister’s pussy became too much for him. “Come on Grace keep sucking daddy wants to give you his special semen.
Paul then exploded a huge load into his daughter’s mouth. With his cum in her mouth and some dripping out of the corners Christine did her part and licked her daughter’s lips and then pushed her tongue inside of her mouth.
Christine said, “Grace put daddy’s cum into my mouth.”
“Okay mommy.” Grace opened her mouth and her mom was under her chin and she did the best she could and drained as much into her mother’s mouth. She then got off of Nikki’s face. When Nikki was free from her sister’s thighs she was like a hungry baby bird looking for food. She first started with Grace and put her tongue in her mouth and got a small taste. It was not enough for her then she attacked her mother and found the mother load. The next 20 minutes or so Paul’s girls made out with each other swapping his cum between their mouths until they all swallowed his cum.
Nikki and Grace looked at their father and said, “Daddy you tell the best stories. Maybe next weekend you can tell us another story.”
Paul said, “Sure girls. Go get cleaned up and let mommy and daddy talk for a while.”
The girls bounced off the bed with tons of energy and said, “Okay daddy don’t fuck mommy for too long we might have to come back up here and help mommy finish.
Paul kissed his wife and tasted his cum that was in her mouth and both of them smiled at each other and he said, “Honey you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, you will always be number one in my life but you also gave me two great gifts with our daughters.”
Christine smiled at him and had little tears in the corner of her eyes and said, “Lay back mister because I’m going to fuck your brains out for the rest of the night. I am not sharing your cock with the girls until next weekend, okay?”
“Sure I will do anything you want me to.”

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