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She’s all grown up

It was a week before my daughter Karen’s birthday. My boyfriend and I were snuggled up under a blanket on the couch. We were playing around with each other under the blanket. I had his cock in my hand and he was fingering me very nicely. We were both enjoying the time alone together when Karen decided to come home early from visiting with a friend. She came in and sat down in the recliner that was facing the couch. It had to have been obvious to her what my boyfriend and I had been doing as my face was beet red.
Karen asks, “So, what ya two been doing?” We told her we were just relaxing and enjoying each others company. With a big grin on her face she says, “Yeah, I bet you’re really enjoying what you have in your hand huh mom.” I was stunned. “Karen! I can’t believe you said that!” She pops off with, “I’m not stupid mom, I’ve sat on a couch or two with my boyfriend with our hands under the blankets.” Then I was floored by what she said next. “How about you Nick? Does it feel pretty good where your hand is at?” When she said that, Nick squeezed my hard clit between two fingers and I let out a whimper and my eyelids fluttered. “Well I can see by moms reaction that your hand feels pretty good where it’s at.”
Karen and I have always been pretty open with each other and have always been able to talk with each other about personal things. Sometimes very personal things but what she asked me next was THE most personal she had ever been with me. She said, “Since we are on the subject of sex, can I ask you a question?” Nick and I looked at each other then back at her and I said, “I guess so.” Both of us still had our hands where they were when she walked in. “Mom, have you ever had sex with another woman?” Oh My God! I was mortified. This was my daughter asking me this, and to top it off, she was asking this of me with my boyfriend right there with his hand in my pants!
I looked at Nick and my jaw must have hit the floor because when she asked her question, his cock instantly got twice as hard.
“Answer the question Linda.” He said to me. I looked at Karen with my face three shades of red and said, “No, I have never had sex with another woman.” Whew! Was I ever glad that was over. I just wanted to die. “Have you ever thought about having sex with another woman?” She asked. Shit! She wasn’t letting this go! I asked her if we could talk about this sometime when Nick wasn’t around. “Why? I’m sure Nick would like to know also. Wouldn’t you Nick?” Nick was all for it. His cock was harder than I had ever felt it before and it was spewing precum all over my hand. His answer to her was, “Yes, yes indeed, I would like to know.” I said, “Ok, since it’s so important to the both of you…. Yes I have thought about having sex with another woman before. Big deal, now you know. Now, can we put this conversation to rest?” I had never been so shocked, stunned, or embarassed in my life. The fear I felt was right on the money, this conversation was by no means over.
“Have you ever fantasized about having sex with another woman?” She asked me. “Please Karen! Can we PLEASE talk about this some other time?” With that, Nick says, “Why? Have you got something to hide?” I squeezed his throbbing cock so hard that he let out a little yelp. He wasn’t helping matters any and I was about to break his dick in half because he found her line of questioning so amusing! “No I don’t have anything to hide. I think you already knew the answer to that one Nick!” His fingers were in the proof. My pussy was getting so wet that I’m sure Karen could hear the noises comming from it as Nick pistoned his fingers in and out of me. My breathing was becomming quite heavy and it was obvious to the both of them that I was very near orgasm but, I couldn’t make myself ask Nick to stop what he was doing and I had a feeling that Karen wasn’t going to stop with her questioning. “Answer the question Mom.” She said. “Ok, ok. Yes, I have fantasized about it a couple of times!” With that Nick shot his hot cum all over everything under the blanket. All over himself, me, our clothes, and the blanket. At the same instant he came I let lose with an orgasm of my own that left us both drenched in my juices. I am a squirter. When I cum, I squirt a stream. There was no hiding from Karen what had just happened. She just sat there with a smile on her face and said, “I’m glad I could play a part in making you have an orgasm.”
Nick and I sat there for a couple of minutes catching our breath and Karen was nice enough to ask if we needed a towel. “Yes. Will you go get one for us please?” I said. When she left the room I looked into Nick’s eyes and told him, “Oh my God, that was amazing!” He said that it was for him too. “Why is she asking me these questions about sex with other women?” I asked him. “I haven’t got a clue. Why dont you ask her?” Was his reply. I knew I had to ask her but, I was afraid of what the answer might be. I then pulled my cum covered hand out from under the blanket and was licking it off when Karen came back into the room. I couldn’t believe it. Not only did she witness us have simultaneous orgasms, now she caught me licking Nicks cum off of my hand!
“Wow Mom, thats hot! Now you’re getting me excited.” I don’t know where it came from or what made me do it but, I raised my hand up to her and asked, “Do you want some?”
I think it shocked the hell out of all of us that I did that but, to my amazement, she grabbed my wrist and licked the rest of Nick’s cum off of my hand! “Mmmmm, tasty!” She said. I agreed with her and said, “I get all I want of the yummy stuff!” She then handed me the towel and sat back down.
“So tell me Karen, Why all the questions about me and sex with women?” The little smart ass answers me with, “Can we talk about this some other time Mom?” The little bitch! “Fuck no we can’t talk about it some other time. I answered your questions. Now you can answer mine!” Nick was getting a kick out of this as he was sitting there next to me chuckling. “Ok.” She said. “lately I have been thinking about what it would be like to have sex with another woman.” I asked her why and what brought on the thought. “Because my boyfriend constantly wants to eat my pussy and although I enjoy it immensely, I have been wondering why he wants to do it so often. Is it that much fun and so incredibly enjoyable for him that he just can’t seem to get enough?” I looked at Nick and said, “Well is it? You like to eat me a lot and sometimes you almost beg for me to let you put your face between my legs.” His face turned redder than a stop light on a dark night. It was his turn to be embarassed and I loved it. “Well,” He said. “I don’t mean anything bad by it but, It’s like I feel closer to you somehow when I go down on you. Like it’s much more intimate, and that the feelings that I have for you are magnified when I’m eating you. I also feel that your orgasm means more for me when I give you one that way rather than the ones you have when we have intercourse.” I just looked at him, smiled and asked, “Really? I feel the same way when I go down on you and make you have an orgasm.” Hearing all that, Karen says to us, “That settles it, I want to have sex with a woman!” Karen and I sat there looking at each other for what seemed a lifetime. Her next question gave me an instant mind boggling orgasm.
“Mom, Will you have sex with me?”

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An Ace with Two Queens Pt. 3

It had been about year and a half since Mandy and Sandy was in New York. We had mailed each other very frequently; them showing some of the pictures they had taken there at the mansion. Therefore, I had decided to send a letter to them explaining that I wanted to come see them. They had explained that I could stay with them, naturally.
When I arrived at the airport, I knew I would have to wait for someone to pick me up. So, I went to the restaurant, got myself a soda, and sat down. I had just sat down when I heard a familiar voice say very seductively,
I sat half perched on a stool while out of the corner of my eye, I saw either Mandy or Sandy approach me as she came way over to me. I could smell the familiar aroma of Dark Vanilla Musk, and my dick came awake instantly.
“Hey handsome, you’re just what I’m looking for.”
My eyes roamed over Mandy’s body. She watched as I took in her dark lined eyes and red-painted lips. She shook her long blond hair slightly causing it to expose her bare shoulders. I looked down to see her top being held up precariously by her full breasts, cut off to show a flat stomach and pierced navel. Her black latex skirt hugged her hips and ass like a second skin. She wiggled slightly while my eyes continued down her bare legs to the pair of stiletto sandals that adorned her feet. As my eyes traveled back up to her long legs, she stepped closer and rested her pussy against my bent knee.
“You always come on this strong?” I asked. Her eyes looked deep into mine as she answered in a husky voice. “If I see something I want.”
I chuckled slightly. “Think you can handle me, do you?”
“Oh, baby,” She purred, “I’m the slut of your dreams.”
My hand slipped under her skirt and squeezed her ass cheek. The roughness of my hand on her soft flesh fed my desire.
“Harder, baby. I need it rough,” She whispered in my ear. Those words were more then enough. My soda was forgotten on the counter as she led me from the airport.
We made it about ten feet from the door before she abruptly turned into the alleyway and shoved my back against the rough exterior of the building. My deft hands yanked her top down to expose her creamy round breasts. My cruel fingers pinched and pulled on her hardened nipples, elongating them further. She pressed hard into my touch and was rewarded with a hard slam against the building. I grabbed the hem of her skirt and jerked the latex material to her waist. This left her totally exposed to me and anyone else who should pass by. She loved every second and her moans escaped unheeded.
She unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rigid cock. She grabbed for it with both hands but I quickly grasped her wrists and wrenched them above her head. In response, she thrust her chest out defiantly. I delivered a rough bite to her left nipple that left her gasping. My teeth maintained their hold on her. Again my teeth bit hard on her nipple before I made my way to her other breast.
Arms were limp as they were stretched over her head, the wall was cutting into flesh, teeth torturing her taut nipples, and the savage pounding of my hand on her cunt all sent her body crashing into a climax. Her orgasm raged until I continued the punishment of her captive body.
“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me please, and make it hard. I want your cum. Give it to me.” She words came out in gasps as she pleaded with me.
I released my grip on her wrists and she fell to her knees on the gravel-ridden alley. She wrapped my lips around my cock. Her tongue licked and slurped as if it were a popsicle full of sweet nectar as she was taking me fully into my mouth. She teased me as her slick tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of my prick. I allowed her teasing before my grip tightened firmly in her hair.
She opened her mouth wide to accommodate my deep thrusting down her throat. I was relentless and pulled her hard into her with every thrust. Gags and muffled moans came from her throat as I raped her hungry mouth. Through my roughness, I couldn’t get enough. Her hands held firm to my legs, helping me plunge into her mouth every time.
With a rough jerk, she impaled my cock to the depths of her throat. My manhood expanded and throbbed as a hot rush of seedy cum was shot into her. She swallowed repeatedly; sure, I would appreciate the contracting movements of her throat on my spent dick as any ordinary guy would. My moans and grunts told her I did.
“Ooh, babe, you really know how to please my cock.”
“Ah, honey, that’s just the start of things to come. Walk me back to my place and I’ll show you all the things I know how to do.” We laughed at our little role-playing as we made our way down the street looking for a taxi.
During my stay, I watched the two workout with aerobics I was working out on the weights. The second I saw them in their skintight outfits I knew I had to get them home and screw the daylights out of each of them. They always had a nice set of tits and gorgeous heart-shaped butts. Soon we started going out regularly, going out to restaurants and movies and concerts and stuff like that. But the best part was the sex. Late one night when Sandy decided to stay home Mandy and I came back to the apartment. Once we got in, I figured that Sandy was in bed because it was dark, only a night light was left on so we could see when we could in. The moment the door was closed, she got down on her knees in front of me and pulled out my cock a right there.
Mandy got on her knees and unzipped my shorts. My penis head immediately popped from my shorts, hitting her gently on the chin. She smiled, and then enveloped my cock with her soft mouth. It was going to be a hell of a mouth fuck. I could feel her tonsils tickle the tip of my dick. It felt delicious, as I had to repress the desire to blast-off down her warm throat. She turned her head in a quarter circle every time she submerged her mouth on me. Man, she was an insane cocksucker. She’d learned this trick from her cousin who’d eaten an awful lot of oral sex cum from me. I thought it was delightful!
She ran her tongue along the underside until she reached my balls, sucking on them gently. Then she came back up and sucked on my head. Slowly she took more and more cock into her mouth until she swallowed all eight inches. I placed my hands on the back of her head and gently fucked her mouth. When I was good and hard, she led me into her bedroom and closed the door. Of course, not every night was liked this. Some nights we just went out and had a good time. But a lot of times we managed to find some way to get each other off. A blow job in an empty stairwell, some fingering and a hand job at the movies, and a really hot fuck in someone’s car in an empty parking lot (during the day).
It was different and dangerous and exciting at the same time. I would chitchat with Sandy while I was waiting for Mandy would be getting ready for our date that is if Sandy didn’t feel like coming along on our dates. They always wore a little clothing around me sometimes nothing at all. I was a little concerned about Sandy from time to time because she slept in the next room while Mandy and I were screwing.
One night I pulled Mandy up toward me, kissed her lips, my dick hanging out of my pants, I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. When she was on the bed I slid my hand up under her skirt. I slipped my hand between her legs and began massaging her pussy over her silky white, panties. Her panties were moist with excitement as I slowly slid her panties to one side. She laid her head back against my broad chest. I kissed down her neck as I tried to distract her from what my other hand was doing. I slid my fingers gently over her clitoris and teased it, as Alice panted without restraint. I slipped one finger up inside of Mandy’s juicy, hot, snatch. Mandy gasped with desire!
“Oh that’s Good!” Mandy shouted, as her juices coated my finger. I slipped my finger deep into her and then removed it; I massaged her clitoris with my slippery wet finger. I slipped my finger in and out of her aching pussy. I fingered her for a few more minutes before I forced a second finger inside of her. She reached her hand behind her back and grabbed my cock. Mandy slid her hand up and down the length of my bulging cock. Mandy turned to face me as she kissed me on the lips and slipped her tongue into my mouth.
Mandy made her way to the bed; she lifted the back of her skirt and leaned forward over the bed with her flawless, young ass in the air. Her palms pressed flat against the bed, her delicious, naked bottom peeking out from under her skirt. She spread her legs, she bent so far over her nipples were on the bed. Her cheeks spread just enough that I could see her asshole. Mandy’s ass was so perfectly round and perky. I knelt behind her and began licking and kissing her firm butt cheeks. I was extremely stimulated as I watched a drop of pussy juice drip down her leg. I licked it off and slid my tongue up over her tasty slit. I savored her juices as I slid my tongue up and down the length of Mandy’s sticky flaps. Suddenly, I slipped my tongue inside her tight asshole. She felt pleasure in a way she never had before. I bent her over a little farther as I began licking her pussy, teasing it with my tongue. I moved my tongue back and forth from her ass to her pussy penetrating both holes. Then I began fingering her pussy while eating her tasty ass. “Fuck me now!” Alice demanded. “I want to feel your cock inside of me up to your balls.”
Without warning, I turned her around and dove for her massive tits. I took as much as I could get of each big, warm breast into my mouth, making sure I paid equal attention to each one. I teased the underside of her set with the tip of my tongue, then pinched the nipples gently then leaned in to bite each of them. As Mandy groaned, I had a feeling of invincibility that went directly to my dick. It stiffened further, and her moist muff was an inch away from my tip. I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed down until I felt her slowly impale herself on my rigid rod. It slid all-the-way-in, I was balls-deep and thrusting for more! Speaking of stimulating! Mandy’s head hung back loose and heavily as she relished the tingling sensation that shot through her lovely body. It was as if her every pore was spread wide-open and oozing sex. She could feel each thrust of my steely staff as it pounded and pulsated deep inside the depths of her womanhood.
Her uterus felt on fire and it seemed as if my dick filled her entire birth canal. She was in love with dick, especially mine, as she wanted to ride this one forever! Suddenly, she felt a weird tingling and her thighs began to twitch. She was going to cum, and this wasn’t the kind of orgasm that she enjoyed when she used her vibrator on lonely nights. This was coming from somewhere deep. She felt like she might die from pleasure, but what a way to go! She could feel a gust of cool air blast its way into her lungs as she inhaled; she knew her next breath would be the most memorable of her young life. I could feel her body begin to tremble as she rode and I thrusted.
Mandy assumed the doggie style position on the bed. I got on my knees behind
her and thrust deep in her hot pussy with my hard cock. “Mmmmmmm!” She groaned as she felt her pussy fill with my huge cock. My long hanging balls slapped off her clitoris with each thrust. Her thighs trembled against mine. I knew she was close, but didn’t expect the sudden passionate surge that escaped her. I was momentarily stunned when I heard her lungs gasping for air all in one inhale. Then she exhaled with a loud and gravelly “oh Yeaaah fuuck me!” shortly followed by a shorter breathless “fuck” as the last fraction of air came out of her. Then her hips began to pump, instinctively trying to draw the cum, using my dick like a straw, out of my balls. I could feel it working, but again I willed my cock to stop its contractions. This was a true hardcore fuck and my beautiful girlfriend was like an amusement park, and I wanted to make sure I ready as my penis got to try out all the rides before I went to the ‘shooting gallery’.
Mandy was still gasping for air, but she was smiling broadly, so I figured she wasn’t going to die on me. I slid my wood, which was absolutely dripping in sweet, girl-sap out of her tight snatch, then moved behind her. It would be a helluva ass fucking for sure. I took a moment to look at her wet cunt and noticed it was still trembling and constricting. She was still enjoying the lusty after-shocks of a glorious climax! Again, I plunged my dick deep into her nether regions, emitting another short “fuck” to escape her lips. “Fuck me” she repeated in the same dark, desperate tone. Never one to turn down a lady’s request, I went right to work plowing her hot pussy.
I wanted to see if Mandy was in the right frame of mind to take it up her ass. It was tight, pink, perfect and staring at me as I helped myself to her vagina. I slipped a pinkie into her puckering butt hole. She trembled a little bit, and then said “yeah, fuck my ass…fuck me in the ass!” I slipped my index finger all the way into her pucker, “YEAH” she said still louder. I withdrew my finger, then, stirring with my pecker, gathered up a generous portion of her natural sauce inside her dripping pussy.
I pulled out, wiped pussy juice on her slightly gaping ass, and plunged my dick in all the way to the hasp. “Ugggnnn-Yeah” Mandy grunted through her teeth, then hissed like she was possessed …”FUCK MY ASS!” And the ass pounding got started…
The sensation of screwing my girl in the ass was nearly all that I could handle. Her asshole licking was quite obviously pristine, previously un-touched. Nothing and no one had ever been up there before! Nevertheless, there was no mistaking her total enjoyment of the filthy butt sex. She occasionally let out a little hiss or a high-pitched gleeful sound, but mostly her blonde hair just flew everywhere as she jerked her head around. I studied her sexy tan lines, which formed a perfect skin-toned string bikini against her sumptuous body. I longed to leave a pool of my cum in each of the cute little dimples on the small of her back. I loved the tiny, barely noticeable blonde hairs that covered the smooth, perfect butt cheeks I’d previously only seen in a bikini. Most of all I admired the sight of my big cock sliding in and out of her young, hot asshole!
Mandy could feel her body tense-up again as I could see it too. Could it be that she could cum from my fucking her in the ass? She was a relative anal virgin, having only stuck a pinkie up there during masturbation sessions before. But I was doing such a good job and she’d never cum like she did that first time when she was sitting on my lap and fucking me. She didn’t want to let this “anal opportunity” pass by! If there was a possibility that she could climax from being fucked in the ass, she wanted it!
She slipped a finger between her thighs and started to run the tip of her finger against her large hooded clit. Oh yeah, that was what she needed! Immediately, she felt the rush of lust coming. It was something primal that she’d only been able to experience a few moments earlier, but she knew it would happen again if she concentrated. Yes, there it was, she could feel the swelling again, like a wave at the beach, only inside her tummy and radiating down through her vagina.
“Oh holy cri…” I heard her murmur, as her neck turned beet red, looking as if the blood vessels could explode. I could feel her breathing cease and her body gyrate spastically. At the same time, I could feel something tightening and loosening around my dick. Her asshole was contracting wildly on the base of my ramrod and the feeling was sensational! This time there would be no holding back, I was going to cum right along with her.
And, what’s more, I was going to bust my nut up her hot little asshole! I felt the tide rise from the base of my scrotum and my own contracting reflexes begin. Once, twice three times I felt my torrent of raging, piping-hot spoo coating the inside of Mandy’s dreamgirl ass! Four times, then a half fifth spurt drained my tightened balls. Every lusty drop, up her naughty, puckered-tight two-hole.
Drained, we both collapsed in a pool of our own juices. Immediately, wordlessly, we both passed out, drifting off into the comatose sleep of the sexually, blissfully satisfied. One time I could have sworn that I saw someone watching us from the doorway. But, neither of us ever brought it up so I didn’t say anything.
On another night, I was drifting off to sleep in Mandy’s bed. It was half past midnight when I heard her get out of bed and walk out of the room. I was facing the other way and didn’t see where she was going (plus the lights were out). A few minutes later I heard foot steps and felt a body move under the covers, snuggling up against me. Then a hand reached around and gently played with my cock. It felt good. I rolled over and slid myself into her wet pussy. She reached up and kissed my face. She ground her pelvis against mine, whispering for me to fuck her harder. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and forcefully rolled me over.
Now she was on top of me. Suddenly, a light in the corner of the room switched on. I blinked my eyes to adjust to the brightness. I looked up and saw, to my shock, that Sandy was sitting on my dick and not Mandy! When I notice that Mandy was there for she was the one who had turned the light on.
Before I could say another word she walked over to me and kissed me on the lips. “Just shut up and enjoy the ride, baby.” She climbed onto the bed and pressed her naked body against her sister’s back. She cupped her breasts in her hands and helped Sandy slid up and down my cock inside her. Sandy turned her head so they could kiss. Just watching this made my cock grow. Mandy slid one hand down to play with her sister’s pussy. I reached up to squeeze Sandy’s free breast. After several minutes, Sandy began to shake all over as she reached her climax. She fell back against her sister. I was so busy fucking Sandy I hardly noticed that Mandy came over to my direction. She walked behind me and Sandy. She reached between my legs and grabbed me by the balls and gave them a good squeeze. She guided my cock back and forth into Sandy’s cunt as she fucked Sandy hard with my huge dick. Mandy had a firm grip on my balls and I knew it. I was so excited I was almost ready to cum. My balls were slippery and wet with Sandy’s hot love juice.
Mandy helped her slide off my dick. Mandy positioned herself on top of me like Sandy did, except she faced the other direction. I held her waist as Mandy pumped my cock into her slick pussy. I couldn’t see it, but Sandy was licking Mandy’s clit.
Occasionally I felt her tongue brush up against me. Mandy was crying out and screaming louder than I’d ever heard her before. She was bucking her hips wildly on top of me. I explained that I was about to cum. Mandy slowly got up and moved next Sandy at the front of the bed.
Together they licked and sucked my rigid cock in front of me. Finally, I was over taken by our nasty situation, I was ready to explode!! I pulled at my cock, as Sandy kneeled down along beside Mandy. The two girls squealed as flood of cum landed on their faces and breasts as I had let out a groan as stream after stream of hot semen erupted out of me.
They cleaned every last drop of cum off my cock. Then they licked cleaned each other’s tits and mouths. When they finished I collapsed on the bed as they snuggled up against me on either side. “Both of you are fantastic!” I gloated. I was tired, and I could tell that they were as well. Just knowing that I have their very hot bodies wrapped around me felt so good that I decided that I would surprise them in the morning.

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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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Happy Hour

It was finally Friday, and the end of a long week. Most of the people in the office were talking about going out for drinks after work. We went to the same little bar we usually go to, and I had a couple drinks, and we sat and laughed and talked about life in general. I was really feeling the alcohol, and was ready to go home, change, and go out on the town.
I went home, and immediately my dog Samson came to greet me. He was awesome, and provided alot of companionship. He’s a Great Dane, and I’d had him about 2 years at that time. I called my friends, and Julie had a date, and Amber was going to the her lake house for the weekend. I was stuck. I could’ve called Thomas to go out, but I didn’t want to deal with a man today. I wanted to hang out with the girls. I made myself a drink out of the bottle I had in the kitchen, and went through the house taking my suit and heels off as I went. By the time I made it to my bedroom, I just had my panties and stockings on. I sat down on the bed, and took them off, and just threw them to the side. It was FRIDAY finally!! Anyone who works a Monday through Friday job can appreciate Friday. It’s like you can exhale, and just relax for two days.
I sipped on my drink, and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, and let the steam roll out and fill the room. It was so relaxing. My body was starting to unwind from the long week. I sat my drink down, and almost unconsciously started rubbing my tits, and pinching my nipples. I moaned, and I could feel a tingle in my pussy. I let my hand slide down my stomach, and over my neatly trimmed pussy mound. I slid my finger easily past my outer pussy lips, and I slid my finger up and down my wet slit. I was amazed at how fast my pussy got wet. I took my finger out of my wet snatch, and put it to my full lips and sucked it slowly into my mouth. I love the taste of my own pussy. It’s very erotic to taste myself. I envied Samson for being able to lick his own dick. I finally snapped out of my erotic fog, and got into the shower. The hot water relaxed me even more, and I decided I would just stay in tonight. I needed to make my pussy cum anyway, why not make a night of it.
I finished showering, towel dried my hair, put on my short red silk robe (no panties of course) and made my way back toward my bedroom with my drink. I reached the doorway, and just stopped. Samson was laying on the floor, licking his big dog dick. My panties I had just taken off were laying in front of him, and it was obvious he had licked the crotch clean. His big red dick was poking out of his sheath as he just kept slurping at it with his tongue. I just stood there and admired him for a couple minutes, and I could feel the burning start deep in my pussy walls. I sipped my drink again, and sat it down on my desk. “Oh Samson, you just can’t get enough of mommy’s pussy, can you boy?” I said. I walked over and bent down beside him, and he finally took his attention from his dick, and looked up at me with those eager eyes. I stroked the top of is head and scratched under his neck. I let my other hand slip between my legs, and into my hot, wet slit. I stuck my middle finger all the way into my pussy and pulled it back out so it was covered with my pussy juice. “Here you go boy. Taste mommy’s wet pussy.” Samson licked my finger clean and sat up tall. He knew what was coming. I could hear a faint whimper come from his throat, and I just giggled. It was funny to see how patient he could be, even though he wanted it right then. It was as if I was holding a steak right in front of him, but he had to wait until I gave him permission to start devouring it. “you have to wait Samson. Mommy is going to enjoy this tonight, because my pussy is hot and I need to cum!” I gave him a big playful rub on his head, and got up. “Come on boy, mommy will give you a treat in the kitchen.”
I drank the last of my drink, and headed for the kitchen, Samson right on my heels. He was my baby. Sometimes I did feel guilty about committing such crude acts with him. He really did love it though. I opened the pantry, and pulled out his milkbone treats, made him sit, and gave it to him. I made me another drink with cognac, and headed back to the bedroom and turned on my computer. I could hear Samson in the kitchen lapping at his water to rinse the milkbone down. He came trotting to the bedroom and sat at attention looking at me eagerly. “Mommy is going to play on the computer, and you can help baby boy.” It is almost funny how I talk to him when I’m horny. I can get just as nasty as I want to, and he won’t care. It is something I can’t let myself do with men. I get nasty, but not that extreme.
I started looking at porn on the internet. Just pictures at first, then moved on to the little free video clips you’re so fortunate to find. I love watching two women have sex. It is almost more appealing than watching a man and a woman have sex. I guess because I’ve got plenty of experience with men, but not with women. Curiosity perhaps. I got to the lesbian vid clip, and that’s when I couldn’t take it. Between the cognac, the porn, and Samson sitting right next to me whining about needing to lick my pussy, I was in a cloud of ecstasy. I spread my long legs, and I could feel my fat pussy rubbing on the rough fabric of my desk chair, so I started grinding it harder into the chair. I was rubbing and squeezing on my tits, and pinching my nipples.
I made myself stop right then. I wanted this to last all night long, so I didn’t want to cum too fast. I turned on my web cam, and went to a chat room. Almost immediately, there were several people sending me instant messages asking to view my camera. I always let them. It doesn’t matter who asks, I just let them. I love to let people watch me masturbate. I have the camera tilted at an angle to where you can only see my body, not my face. I feel like it would be unlikely you would run into anyone you know in the real world on there anyway. So I parted my thighs so everyone would get a nice shot of my fat pussy. It was just glistening with cum juice. I leaned back in my chair, and started rubbing my pussy. Just lightly, imagining they were all stroking their dicks, and rubbing their pussies. Samson was whining, and drooling, and barely could set still. I just smiled at him “mama’s baby boy wants to lick my pussy? Hmmm? Oh, you big nasty boy, licking all of mommy’s pussy juice down your throat. I want you to suck my asshole out tonight boy. I want you to lap at my fat pretty pussy until I cum.” Samson still sat patiently; he knew better than to come lick me if I didn’t tell him to. It is amazing how much constraint he has. I could see his big red dick just bulging out of it’s sheath. “Stand Samson”, I said. Samson immediately stood up, and I started rubbing his chest and moving down to his slimy dick. My other hand was still gently rubbing my whole pussy mound. I started stroking Samson’s dick and rubbing his balls. It’s great how tight they get. I took my fingers off Samson’s dick, and started pinching my nipples hard and kneading my tits like I was in some kind of trance. I was so horny by this time, I probably looked crazed to the people watching on the web cam.
I granted about 22 more viewers access to see what was going on in my bedroom. By this time, there were 53 people watching me. It was so erotic to think all those people were getting off watching me get off. I swiveled my desk chair around to where I was facing Samson, and readjusted my camera slightly to make sure everyone had a good view. “Samson, come,” I said as I pointed to the floor between my legs. “Sit.” Samson done exactly as he was told, in loyal fashion. I situated my round, full ass on the edge of my chair, and pulled my knees up, propping my right foot on the edge of the desk. This gave all my “fans” a very good view of my pussy and my asshole. I spread my pussy lips wide, and my big clit was standing straight up, peeking from under the hood. I started rubbing it slowly with my middle finger on my right hand. Samson’s nose was only about 2 inches away from my pussy. I could feel his hot panting all over it. It was such a turn on. “Samson, here, lick mommy’s pussy”, I said as I tapped my finger on my hard clit. That was all he was waiting on. Samson started licking my wet dripping slit from my asshole to my clit in one big slurp, then quickly concentrated on my gaping pussy hole. He knows exactly where the thick pussy juice comes from. I could feel his long tongue deep in my pussy. I was rubbing my clit frantically by this time, and my breathing was heavy. “Suck mommy’s pussy you little fuck! Oh yes! Mommy’s baby boy wants to taste my pussy juice! Mmmmmm! Oh yes! Lick my pussy you naughty boy!” It seemed like the more I talked to him, the deeper his tongue got. I started humping his tongue, and I could feel his wet nose rubbing against my clit. “Fuck yes! You lick that pussy you nasty fucking dog! Rape my pussy hole!” I could feel my pussy getting ready to explode. I was in a complete state of ecstasy. My body was over taken by the heavy warm feeling of orgasm. Samson could hardly take all the pussy juice that was flowing over his tongue.
My breathing was heavy and deep as I pulled Samsons head out of my crotch. I turned off my webcam, and started getting instant messages immediately. ‘that was hot baby, let me see you again sometime’. I just laughed, and turned my computer off, lit a cigarette, and took a sip of my drink. Samson was sitting there looking at me with his dick so far out of the sheath, it looked like it could explode any second. “Don’t worry boy, mommy’s not gonna leave you with blue balls.” I giggled. I took a long drag off my cigarette, and stretched my legs on either side of Samson’s big furry body. I made sure my hot cunt was only inches from his face. I reached down and started stroking my swollen clit and pussy lips. “Come Samson”, I said as I tapped on my pussy. He started licking my cunt hole again and sinking it deep in my love canal. “ohhhhh yes!! Suck mommy’s pussy you nasty little dog! Take mommys wet cunt and use it. Rape mommy’s pussy with your tongue!” Samson started licking furiously, and I covered up my cunt hole, and spread my ass cheeks. He didn’t need a formal invitation. His tongue started lapping at my puckered little asshole. I started fucking my wet, sloshy cunt with 3 fingers, and the pussy juice was spilling out and running down my ass crack. I got onto the floor on my hands and knees, and stuck my ass in the air. I could feel Samson mounting me, and his furry legs were wrapping around my mid section. His slimy dog dick was poking my ass cheeks trying to find my hole. The first hole he found was my asshole. He plunged it inside. I let out a loud, deep moan, sounding almost animalistic myself. He had licked my asshole enough that it was relaxed, and his dick felt good fucking it. I could feel his furry body humping my ass, and his dick plunging all the way up my ass. “oh, fuck mommy’s asshole Samson! Fuck my shit hole good!” I shoved my fingers up my pussy, and imagined I was getting raped in both holes by two perfect strangers. Using me like a slut. My whole body tensed, and I could feel my pussy clamping my fingers, and my asshole clamping Samson’s dick. The cum started oozing down my wrist. At the same time, I felt Samson starting to pump faster, and he started grunting and drooling all over my back. I felt his hot jizz squirt deep in my asshole. It almost felt like he was pissing inside me.
I collapsed in a heap on the floor. Samson stayed there with me for about 5 minutes, then he got up and went to the corner and started licking his cock clean. I lay there and watched him for a few minutes, still full of envy.
I showered, put back on my robe, grabbed my drink and cigarettes, and headed to the living room to watch a movie. Samson soon trotted in behind me, and took his spot by the main entry door, doing what he does best. Making sure mommy is taken care of.
This was far better than going out on the town. It was the best Happy Hour I could have asked for on this particular day.
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calving Signs – part 4

It wasn’t until they arrived at The Store that Terri realized she hadn’t left the house in a week and a half.
The sun revealed how her skin had already reverted to its natural milky-white tone, and she had to squint against the light.
The blonde wore a nice green blouse with a bow in the middle, along with loose khaki shorts.
“You need new underwear,” Anne said. She had picked another of her unending collection of princess-quality dresses, this one green with a light white stripe. “Come on.”
“I’m not going underwear shopping with my Moth…” she trailed off.
Just across the parking lot, balancing on two heels, was another girl. She also wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. And was blonde. But this girl was waddling with a straining new belly, hugely pregnant. She nonetheless had her hair carefully styled, with red lipstick, and wore black heels. Between her stomach and the heels she moved at a glacial pace.
Terri couldn’t turn away. Her belly button was puckered out. The blonde found herself rubbing her own stomach.
“Terri! You coming?”
“Huh?” Terri tore her eyes away. “Oh. Underwear. Right.”
* * *
“If you need a larger bra, Terri, just tell me,” her Mom said. Loudly.
Terri blushed. Once upon a time it would’ve been hidden beyond a powder cloud of white makeup. But even on her day off the thick pasty stuff just didn’t… appeal to her like it had in college. So her cheeks were red and flushed.
“Okay, fine,” she said, and shifted. “Throw one at me.”
Her bra WAS cutting into her back. The cups struggled to hold in a new wealth of boob, high-riding knockers that pushed out her t-shirt.
It was all that eating. And the ice cream. Last night was mint chocolate chip. Terri had two scoops. Afterwards the four women in the house had just basked in the afterglow, plopped in the chairs and luxuriating.
Terri and Anne stood in The Store. It hadn’t bothered with a name since 1981, when the faded and rusted swinging sign had fallen off. It hadn’t mattered. The Store was the only women’s apparel store in town. It had long racks of wire hangers and linoleum floors.
Terri had followed her Mom, only half-aware of where they were going. The hugely pregnant woman with the double-plus boobs strode around the store. Men stopped and stared when she passed. Women rubbed at their stomachs.
The larger bras had been ransacked. The old wire-frame hangars were half-empty, and a harried shop girl restocked out of a cardboard box. She had a hefty pair of boobs herself, with a name tag pinned on them. The pin was struggling.
“What size are you?” Anne asked.
“I don’t know. Bigger then I was.”
“Work with me here, honey.”
Her Mom stepped towards her, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, and yanked it upwards. Terri, too shocked to move, stood straight and still as her Mom displayed her bulging tits to the rest of the store.
They were spilling over the cups, and felt cool in the sudden shock of department store air.
Anne nodded and tossed a few pairs at her.
“I should be mortified,” Terri thought, ambling towards the dressing room. “My Mom just flashed me.”
Instead, she felt… calm. Cheerful. Even… docile. So she had given a peepshow to a few female shoppers. Who cared? Not worth fighting about. Besides, visions of that big-boobed cow kept popping in her head.
Why was it so distracting?
Terri wrinkled her nose. The bra was basic beige, and boring.
But it did look big enough, with deep wide cups. Maybe that would help with the oh-so-distracting sensitivity she was experiencing. Her nipples kept acting like little play toys, always ready for a kneading. In the past few days she didn’t like to go to bed without a yummy stroke session in front of the mirror.
“And then we’re getting you something for your date,” Anne called after her. Her tits glowed with approval.
“Can we stop in the shoe department?” Terri asked.
* * *
Terri wobbled down the sidewalk.
“NOW I’m mortified,” she thought, and grit her teeth. Behind her, Anne examined her unsteady stride critically.
“Let your hips sway,” she called out, from a few strides back. “Back straight, small steps.”
“They hurt!” Terri said. Her feet were bound in two heels, each with a slender black spike that tip-tapped on the old sidewalk.
“The height was your idea,” Anne said, unsympathetically. She walked easily in her own blue heels, with the leather strap.
That was true. Anne had pushed only for sensible short heels, with a broad sole. But something about the wispy black gloss on the pair in the far back just… called to her. Something about the impracticality, the very inanity of buying shoes that were terrible for walking.
“I just picked them out to mess with you,” she told her Mom. “I didn’t expect you to actually buy them.”
“If you wanted really high heels, they’re yours. And now you’re going to learn to walk in them.”
Terri took another half-dozen mincing steps and winced.
It didn’t help that Main Street was crowded with a sudden bloom of attractive young girls in very towering heels.
Terri had told herself that at least she would stand out from the dowdy, sensible-shoes crowd Calving was used to. But so far she had passed three women in leather boots with a sharp heel, two in wine-red strappy things, and two sashaying in glittering pink.
She forced herself to emulate their stride. “Back straight, chest out,” Terri told herself. Her growing boobs thrust themselves into the air. Okay. Then short, sliding steps, balancing on her hips.
“Good!” Anne said, approvingly.
Terri blushed. But the compliment gave her the confidence to finally take her eyes off her own feet.
Then she finally caught sight of the girls attached to the flashing heels. Ever since leaving the store her eyes had been resolutely on the ground.
Some of the pedestrians were the same dusty, jean-wearing Calving residents she remembered.
But the rest…
One girl wore a grey pencil skirt with a pink blouse, matched with white pearls. Her makeup—solid red lips with a layer of blush—looked like a morning-long endeavor. Three buttons fought to hold back a massive chest, and a fourth had already popped apart, just above her navel. She ambled along, a pleased smile on her lips.
Another had on a white dress with a black belt. On her lush, overripe body the skimpy material simply bulged and revealed. She wore heavy sunglasses, and clutched a brand new purse.
“Terri, that’s perfect! Just like that!” her Mom enthused.
Terri looked down. Without even thinking about it she had lapsed into a steady, swaying gait, tiny little steps down the cracked sidewalk. She had her chest held out, and her ass felt like the world could examine, but somehow the whole thing… worked.
She rubbed her belly once more. What had she been thinking about? Something about… that pregnant girl?
The knocked-up girl had just slipped into the big glass door at Henry’s Diner. Terri turned around.
“Mom, are you hungry?” she said.
* * *
“Six! That’s six in a half-hour. You owe me a milkshake,” Susan said, triumphant. She pumped her fist, thumped her head back against the ancient faux-leather seat.
“Unbelievable,” Dan said, shaking his head. But six pregnant girls had waddled through that door in just a single half-hour.
They were impossible to miss. Not just for the jiggling tits pushed up on top of a shelf, or for the convex stomach that entered the Diner well before them. Also for the identical lazy, contented smiles they wore, the surprisingly short skirts, and the eager way they showed off their expanded boobs.
“That’s weird,” Dan said.
“Yeah, well, they’re out here in the boonies. There’s nothing to do but fuck and pop out kids. I’ll bet they have their own little contests. Biggest boobs. Biggest kids.”
“They aren’t shy about it,” Dan noted. It was weird to see such raw sexuality from a pregnant woman. What few he had seen in the city wore sweatpants and well-padded bras.
His fiancée snorted. She was almost exactly his age, with styled black hair held back by pins, and effortlessly flawless skin. Susan lived in jeans and slept in pajamas; he rarely saw her naked even when they managed to have sex.
“Remind me why we’re here, again,” Susan said.
“Museum of Cow Parts!” Dan said, enthusiastically. Traversing small town museums had been his idea. So far, it hadn’t gone well. Susan had only agreed out of boredom and a keenly honed sense of irony. And the problem with the Museum of Amazing Yarn and the World’s Largest Taco was that you still had 23 hours to kill after your visit. “Says here that they have dioramas for every single part of the cow.”
“Wow, that’s great,” Susan said. She looked around the diner. The surfaces gleamed, but everything needed to be upholstered or replaced, particularly the grease-patina lighting.
“Oh, god, one of them is coming over here.”
“Them” was a man from down the horseshoe of booths, the largest one. He had been entertaining an entire crowd of men and women—young women—with apparently hilarious stories. The man had a huge grin plastered on, and his hair looked like it absorbed grease from the atmosphere. He stopped in front of their table and absorbed Susan’s dagger-glare.
“Hey, didn’t want to be unfriendly!” the man said. He stuck out his hand. “Welcome to Calving! I’m Pastor Flynn. You folks just move in?”
Dan shook it. The man gripped, tightened nearly to his breaking point, and pumped up and down. “Just passing through,” he gasped. “We’re tourists.”
“Tourists! Rare sight out here. The only tourists we get are the cows, and they don’t stay long.” Flynn grinned.
“No!” Susan said, and put her hand to her mouth. “No tourists? Is it because the entire town smells like an old rodeo?”
“Susan—“ Dan said. But Flynn just laughed.
“Calving is a town on the grow, Miss,” he said.
“Yeah, we noticed,” Susan retorted. “This whole town is a maternity ward. You should get CNN out here for a special report.”
Flynn’s smile froze, this time. “You people enjoy your stay. Hope you decide to make it a long one,” the pastor said. He stepped lightly back to his table.
“Christ, Susan, don’t be a bitch to these people,” Dan said, leaning over the table. “There’s two of us and a lot of them.”
“Yeah, well, there’s going to be a lot more of them, soon enough,” Susan said. “This sucks. Lets just go.”
A redhead appeared at the table, wearing one of those paper hats from 1956. She had two milkshakes in hand. “Pastor Flynn sent them over,” she perked.
Dan stared at his. It was chocolate, tall, and had whipped cream dripping down the side. There was a cherry on top of Susan’s.
“Now I feel like an asshole,” he said.
“I say, free milkshake,” Susan said. She took a quick sip. Her eyes got wide, very fast. “Holy shit,” she said. “They must have the cow outside the door. This is amazing.”
Dan tried some of his. It was good. Very good. The wet, creamy chocolate mixed with a swirl of syrup. He could almost feel it drip down into his stomach. “Good God,” he said.
At first Susan just used her straw. But when that wasn’t fast enough, she attacked the milkshake with a spoon, slurping down big gulps at a time. Whipped cream stained her usually-dainty chin, and strawberry adorned the tip of her nose.
“This is so fucking good,” she moaned, slurping the last of it down. Dan was just behind her, finally chugging the remainder of the glass.
They both sagged against the back of the booth.
“One more?” Dan suggested.
“Fuck yeah!” Susan said, and waved for the busty waitress.
* * *
Dan idly traced the outlines of the waitress’ tits when she bent over with another pair of milkshakes. They were heavy and large, dense, and spilled over the top of her flimsy pink blouse. His cock abruptly stiffened.
“You were just staring at her breasts,” Susan accused, after taking a long pull of strawberry milkshake.
Ordinarily Dan would’ve apologized. But he just wasn’t… feeling like it, now. “Yeah? So?”
Susan looked shocked.
“She had nice tits. So what? I’m a guy. I like to look around.” His cock gave another surge forwards. There was a heat in his head, now. When had that arrived.
“What about her ass?” Susan said, in a small voice. She kept going back to her towering pile of milkshake.
Dan considered it. “Not as good as yours,” he said, honestly.
“Seriously?”
“Sure. Hers is too meaty. You’ve got a sexy little rear end. It’s fucking hot,” Dan said. Susan gave a little wriggle, and licked her lips.
“Is it really fucking hot?”
“You heard me,” Dan assured her. He looked down. His milkshake had disappeared already. Susan was just finishing up the last of hers. A bit of strawberry had fallen onto her blouse, stained it wet. She hadn’t even noticed. Dan blinked, and a vision of him fucking her, up against the wall, invaded his head. Then it didn’t want to let go.
“Come sit next to me,” he ordered. Susan complied. “Then we’re going to have another of these god damn awesome milkshakes.”
* * *
He stared openly at the waitress’ tits. Susan didn’t seem to mind. She clung to his right arm, in the booth. The smell of her sunk into his hindbrain. Their third milkshakes slid across the table.
“All these fucking preggo women,” Susan said. She pressed up against him. “Bunch of sluts. I bet they love to just sit and fuck. That’s probably all they do, stay at home and fuck and rub at their horny little slits.”
“What, like this?” Dan said. He slid his hand over her leg, pressed hard against the mound of her jean-covered cunt. Susan’s eyes popped. Then she curled around his firmly-pressed hand, milkshake temporarily forgotten.
His cock ached. It felt like the size of a tent peg, pulsing loads of insistent demands into his head. Dan couldn’t see any reason not to give in to them.
“Y-yeah, just like that,” Susan gasped. His prim fiancée was shaking and quivering, just from his tensed fingers. Dan was only a little surprised when wetness leaked through, and stained his fingers. “These… ahhh… like baby-making bimbos.. ahh…”
She still managed to raise her milkshake, with one shaking hand, and down the entire drink in one long gulp. Dan pushed in, viciously, and she dropped the glass. It shattered on the table, and everyone turned to look.
Pastor Flynn, from far away, smiled.
Dan fumbled for his wallet and threw scads of green bills on the table. Then, one arm around his woman, he guided her shaking, fumbling legs out the door.
* * *
Their hotel room was a pit, the bed sunken in the center and the TV stuck on mute with Spanish captions. Dan didn’t notice.
Susan had stopped talking. Mostly she whimpered and sighed, thanks to his insistent hand. They had walked to their room with his hand between her thighs.
He dimly remembered something, even as he tossed his woman onto the bed. Something about a piece of rubber in his wallet… it was round… there was something he did with it…
Then Susan managed to get her pants down. Her tan, perfect thighs showcased a well-trimmed pair of pussy lips. She spread her legs as wide as they could go, until Dan stared into a pink wonderland of dripping sex. She moaned and tugged at her nipples.
Dan grunted and tugged his way out of his pants. His cock—it seemed impossibly long and hard—fit easily between her thighs. His first hard stroke ended up buried to the very hilt, and she closed her legs around him.
They were sweating, and the room was hot. Dan fucked her savagely, from tip to base, slamming up against her clit with all the force he had. It should’ve been agony for Susan, but she urged him on, feet digging into his back, kneading her tits with force.
“Fuck… fuck me,” she chanted, the first words she had spoken in some time.
Something built at the base of his cock. Dan growled, and let it go, all the way inside. Scoops of white cum spattered her pussy. That ignited her own orgasm, and she screamed into his ear, eyes wild. White bits leaked along the side, where he was still pushing and shoving his penis inside of his woman.
* * *
“Condom,” he thought, bleary-eyed, “I forgot a condom.”
Susan didn’t believe in the Pill. Too much medical uncertainty about long-term effects, or something. Dan fought against the surges of lust still leaking from his cock.
“No, Susan, we need to…”
Susan rose from the bed, her legs bowed. She walked like a dreamer to the single table in the room, white fluid dribbling down her legs. Then his proper fiancée bent herself over, legs arched up, and rested her tits on the formica top.
“Fuck me?” she suggested, and licked her lips. Dan was already hard again.
Dan grabbed the curve of her ass, spread them wider.
The scent of her slit reached his soggy brain. He inhaled. It smelled faintly like strawberries.
This time, when he fucked her, visions of Susan pregnant ruled his mind. Susan walking in heels and a short skirt, bulging and huge. Susan with big leaking tits. Susan mewing over his cock, shaven and bare, having waited for him to come home. Susan bent over for his approval, waiting eagerly for his cock.
When he came, Dan made sure to stay all the way inside her.
* * *
Dawn came up.
Susan sucked on his cock. She was covered in gouts of sperm, and they coated her body. Despite a night of feverish coupling she still hadn’t managed to get her shirt off. Cum dripped endlessly from her overflowing slit.
Whenever something like conscious thought threatened to intrude on Dan, another of Susan’s long, teasing sucks shot it away.
They had already missed breakfast, but that way okay, Dan thought, the hotel didn’t serve one, anyways.
But maybe the Diner did.

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True Story

A lot of piss and shit..

I just needed to put up this story. This kind of turns me on. letting the world know what i have been doing. hope u like it n enjoy. do leave remarks.
Hi, I am Sonia, an Indian, a female. This is a really cool experience that I have had, and please it is not a work of fiction…. its real life…. so put up your seat belts….
I attend a boarding school…. in India itself, and I have got a pretty body…. not very developed, but still it’s nice to look at and am fair…. I have long hair, which I like smoothened, and straightened…. Enough about me I suppose…. here is my story…. its last year’s thing; and I was jus 14…. You know how the girls are. They talk a lot. We also talked a lot with our friends about sex and nudity, and males etc. I even have had chances of having fun with girls, like sharing showers, or showing each other our private parts, but this was the limit. No touching with me… we have educational camps every year in our school… where for a week we go out with our houses to visit some place or the other. The camps were as usual rocking. had loads of fun in them… the best was that this time we were given rooms to stay with 4 girls in each room… so we girls jus rocked… most of the time we used to move around in bikinis, or even top less… (If u think Indian girls don’t do such things, then u r mistaken… we in hostel did a lot more than this)… with me the same rules applied… jus don’t touch me…
The ultimate thing was the return journey of from the trip. After a week of eating outside food, and that too especially for people like us, who are given a very controlled diet, my tummy went for a flip… I jus had to take a shit… and unluckily it was a bus journey, so no toilet also… after waiting for more than an hour we stopped to have our lunch at a dhaba. to add to the troubles there was no toilet there too… on asking the owner he suggested I go to the fields across the road… my god, that was something… jus thinking about it, that is taking a shit in open kind of turned me on. Coz I had never done such a thing ever before in life… I told my matron of my nature call, and she instructed the house servant to go along with me. House servants are men who accompany us all the time, and they do the difficult works for us… I was a bit reluctant to take a man along with me, but then I got turned on again thinking about “someone seeing me taking a shit”. Wow!!
We went across the road, the whole area was pretty bushy, but we managed to find a secluded spot. I began to roll up my skirts when he turned around and began to walk off… oh my god… here went my dream of letting a male see my privates… I blurted out all of sudden, and asked him not to go, and wait for me… as there might be some animal or reptiles in the bushes and I m very afraid of them… he too stopped, and in the mean time I had pulled down my panty… he got a shock. Probably the youngest pussy he had ever seen… I could see him getting a hard on. But he jus kept seeing me from there… I sat down and started to shit… I needed something to hold on to, to make the pressure… I asked him to come closer, and took his hand… it was a really rough and dark hand…; imagine that very hand rubbing my clit… aaawww….
I was about to piss, and he stopped me from doing it. He asked me not to piss there… I didn’t really understand him or his order, but I jus followed it… once I was done with my shit; I needed to clean up… I asked him for water, and then I realized there was no water… he had asked me not to piss because I was supposed to clean myself up with the piss… I decided to act unaware and play the game too… I asked him again for water, and then he smiled and told me what was on his mind. I asked him if he would himself like to do the honors. He readily agreed. We shifted our place, as in I got up and sat down again at another place… he went and sat down behind me, and put his hand between my legs. he touched my virgin pussy… his hand was really rough, and large… his roughness was felt even more on my soft pussy… he was touching me… he broke my rules… but I was in no mood to stop him… he touched me again on the lips of my pussy… he asked me to piss slowly and in small quantities. He parted my pussy lips, with his fingers, and almost instantly my piss began to flow out on his large hand…
He cupped his hand, to catch a handful, and then I automatically stopped… there were no words said, and no signs made. It was all so automatic, so smooth, as if we have practiced it countless times. He took his hand to my ass, and cleaned it. Slowly rubbing his hand over my ass hole… I let my self really loose, to feel him… and he let his fingers rub the cut in me. I wanted him to put his finger in my butt hole, but I dared not ask him. He again put his hand forward, and parted my lips… we did this, till all my piss was finished. This time he took longer than any other time to clean it. He kept rubbing between my butt cheeks, and caressing me and my lil tight hole… he then asked me to bend forward and to show him if my hole was really cleaned up, or something still remained there. I instantly again followed the order. I bend forward in a doggie position, exposing my hole the max that could be. He put his hands on my butts, and parted them. Then he made a disgusted sound, and said, oh ho… There is still a lot of shit smeared in your butts. What should we do now… leaving me like that only, he came and stood in front of me. And opening lowering his pajamas said there is just one way out now, that I wash it with my piss.
OH MY GOD…. that was something… he took out his dick, and it was like a hose pipe… so long, and so thick… I was craving to touch it… this was for the first time that I had seen a real penis. it felt so cool. So many things were happening all of a sudden in a single day. He went behind me, and with one hand he parted my cheeks, and with other he positioned his dick to aim at my hole. He began to piss with full pressure, and I could feel the warm liquid actually entering into my hole. He continued the thing for around 30 seconds, and then came and stood in front of me. His dick was still hanging out. He said to me, you are clean now. I was getting really turned on; I asked him, can I touch your thing. I want to thank u for all that you have done to me. Can I just touch it once? He was like u can but there is a condition. You can’t use your hands to touch it. Now this was a big catch. And u can’t even get up. So basically he wanted me to kiss his dick. it seemed a bit far fetched, and I didn’t know if I was really ready for it, but the heat was so much that I just closed my eyes, and opened my mouth, bringing my tongue out. He came forward, and touched his dick on my tongue. I could feel the taste of his piss, the warm liquid still was sticking there. I kissed it slowly, and then took it in my mouth. He pushed it in, as deep as it went, and then when I almost choked he stopped… I was relishing the taste of it, when all of a sudden he began to pee in my mouth… oh shit… he actually pissed in my mouth. There was no space for it to come out, coz his thick fat dick, had stuffed my mouth and opening completely… and he knew it. He was pissing and I had to drink it. To add to my turn on, I felt his hands were back on my ass. He parted my butts and tried to finger my ass hole. it was difficult in the beginning as I had tighten it up, but then slowly I relaxed and he went in and out… fuck… that was so awesome… he occasionally added another finger, to add to the pain, but then removed it out. Everything was so perfectly rhythmic. His dick was still oozing out the last drops of his piss in my mouth. I had begun to suck on his cock by now, like I had seen in many xxx movies. I was enjoying the aroma and the taste of his skin, his cock, his piss, and probably his cum. but before I could make him cum actually, he pulled his thing out and inserted three fingers in my ass hole as if giving it a final touch of pain. He paused and kept them there for a while, and then slowly took them out one by one, relaxing my hole. He brought the fingers closed to my mouth, and gave me one of them to lick on to. I did jus that. He then took his hand to his mouth and licked and sucked on to all three fingers. After that he just stepped back, and began to pull up his pajamas, and asked me to dress up as we had got really late…
This was an awesome day of my life. So many things happened so fast and in no time. leave your comments and if I see actual appreciation of my skills, I might write about the day when I was alone in the house, and this very man actually fucked me like a whore, or about the day when he told out little secret to the water man, and how he had fun with me in the bathroom…

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Sex Joke

Psychology Major

A guys goes in a bar and orders for a beer. After a while this really gorgeous woman walks in and sits beside him. He starts thinking about talking her into bed with him and kindly turns to her, ” Hi. Would you like me to buy you a drink?”
The woman turns to him and screams to the top of her lungs: “WHAT? YOU WANT TO FUCK ME? NO WAY!”
Every discussion in the bar suddenly stops and all the people are staring at the guy as the woman was leaving. The guy gets really embarrassed and stands still on his stool as if nothing had happened. After a while the same woman walks in, approaches him and tells him, “I’m sorry about that little incident but you see I’m a psychology graduate and I wanted to see how people react to embarrassing situations.”
The guy then yells: “WHAT? TWO HUNDRED BUCKS FOR A BLOWJOB?”

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