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Welcome Home (Pt I)

A young lady waits eagerly for her porn star boyfriend to return from Italy, so that she can give him the ultimate ‘welcome home’ present… He has something different in mind.

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My Life, My love

As always I must preface this story by stating that I am now in my 50’s, but my realization that I am gay started at an early age. Both prepubescent and pubescent and will be told from my perspective at that time they occurred but they made me the man I am today. I am sorry if any of my stories offends you. I hope they will not only arouse you but give you a sense of understanding of the human urges and wants of this gay male. Enjoy! Amore’ Dolce

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My Indian Fiance 2

Here’s the second chapter of my story. The back story of how we met is actually true, in case anyone’s interested. Maybe this one might get some actual feedback via comments. I hope. Thanks for reading!

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Wife & Slave

This is my first story, and will be the first in a series if I get good ratings. So please let me know what you think.

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To save her Daddy’s life

“You can see the problem, this storm out over the ocean,” the air traffic controller pointed to the weather map on his computer screen. Jim nodded, he could see the tight lines of the isobars indicating the deep depression and the arrows indicating high winds.
“The weather office reckons the storm will be here in about three hours. Down here at the airport it will be minus ten and wind gusts up to 50mph. Up in the mountains minus 40 and gusts over 80. It’ll be with us for about three days. Maybe three feet of snow”
Jim cursed. This was supposed to be his farewell treat for his daughter Vicki. She had just left school and had won a scholarship to a overseas university. He had intended to take her on a mountain safari in his plane.
A few years earlier he had quit his city job to return to the mountains he loved. He had used the sale proceeds from his house to buy an elderly single engined Cessna. He specialized in flying tourists around the mountains on hunting and fishing trips, off trail skiing in winter and general sight-seeing.
Early on he realized he was working for his insurance company, his bank, aircraft maintenance companies and the government. His net income just about covered his living costs in a good year.
This didn’t concern him; he was in the mountains he loved, the safaris kept him fit and lean, he met a lot of different people, a few were difficult but most shared his thrill of being in the mountains.
“Don’t worry Daddy,” his daughter gave him a hug. “We there are lots of other things we can do.”
He looked her. 17 years old, an elegant, confident young woman, but he could still see traces of child he had known all these years. He had fallen in love with her the first time he held her after she was born and their bond had grown ever since.
He had divorced her mother after 10 years of increasing acrimony, but Vicki bore a strong resemblance to the stunning beauty he had married 20 years ago. Her mother’s long elegant legs and slim figure, but Vicki’s wavy dark hair, flowing six inches below her shoulders showed some of her father’s influence.
At the small mountain airport there was no sign of the approaching storm. It was a brilliant, warm early autumn day, not a cloud in the sky and almost no wind. Vicki was wearing a light skirt and blouse while Jim was in a shirt and shorts.
Joe, the air traffic controller controller saw the look of disappointment in her face.
“Look Jim, you could do a quick trip to the glacier.40 minutes each way, 20 minutes for a walk around, you would have well over an hour’s safety margin.”
Jim was very safety conscious and didn’t like risk. But he saw the gleam of excitement in Vicki’s face. “What the heck,” he thought, “I won’t be seeing her for more than a year.”
They took off. The elderly Cessna had skis fitted for landing on the glacier and had been checked by the air mechanic overnight. Jim had been worried by some occasional slight misfires in the engine.
“Injectors mate,” said the mechanic who Jim hadn’t met before.”I fixed them so you’ll be fine.”
The Cessna climbed quickly and the brilliant panorama opened out. Below were bright blue mountain lakes, ahead the high peaks of the main divide. The sky was still clear and the sun glinted off the snow on the higher peaks.
They flew up the glacial valley. The mighty river of ice had hewn out out its valley over countless millennia. The steep rocky walls of the moraine towered on either side. At its widest the glacial walls were over half a mile apart. As it inched down its 12 mile length the glacial surface varied. In steeper places there were jumbles of ice and dark blue crevasses could be seen, but in other places it was almost flat. A light covering of powder snow from the first falls of the season gleamed in the sun.
Jim landed on the highest flat area of snow covered ice.
They got out, felt the warmth from the sun and felt exhilarated by the pristine landscape which they had to themselves.
“Watch out Daddy,” Vicki shrieked as his back was turned. Too late, the snowball hit him in the back. The cold snow penetrated the thin shirt he was wearing.
“This is so lovely,” Vicki walked over to him and put her arms around her father’s neck.”I’m going to miss all our times in the mountains together.”
“And I’m going to miss you so much Daddy.” She hugged him tightly.
He put his arms around her shoulders, felt the tears welling in his eyes and couldn’t say anything for a minute as they held each other.
“Come on madam, time to get out you of here.” He smacked her on the bottom. “That will teach you to throw snowballs.”
They took off and headed to the main ridge 2000 feet feet above. Once there they could see the enormous black clouds of the approaching storm over the ocean. Jim banked the plane into a turn and headed for the airport.
“Shit,” he thought, he noticed that same misfire. Vicki without his ear for the engine didn’t notice. But she did notice when the engine cut out completely for a few seconds before spluttering into life.
“Daddy what is it?” Her eyes were wide with fright.
“Injectors. That fucking mechanic.” cursed Jim.
A minute later, another cut out. Jim’s mind was made up. He couldn’t risk the 40 minute flight, he would have to land on the glacier.
“Joe,” he called on the radio to air traffic control, “I’ve got an injector problem, I’m putting us down on the glacier. Can you get David to come and pick us up.” David was the only other pilot at the small airport qualified to land on the glacier.
Joe shut his eyes in anguish.”Jim, David’s gone fishing. We couldn’t get him here inside two hours and by then we’ll be snowed in. We won’t be able to get you out until the storm’s over in three days”
Jim stroked Vicki’s knee. “Looks like a boring three days with your old man.”
“OK Joe, we’ll be fine. I’ve got the tent, sleeping bags and enough food and fuel for a week.”
Vicki was very anxious, but felt a little better knowing they had put the provisions for their trip in the plane the day before.
“Sweetheart, we will have a bit over an hour before the storm. We’ll be busy.”
“I love you Daddy, I know I’ll be safe with you,” giving him a hug and a tender kiss on the cheek.
There were a couple more misfires before he landed on almost the same spot as they had been half an hour before. They would have to take their chances out on the glacier. The valley walls were too steep for a tent.
They set to work with urgency. Although there were no sight of the storm clouds which were still hidden by the ridge, the wind was starting to pick up and the temperature was dropping.
Jim took a spade and started to clear the loose powder snow on an area about fifty yards from the Cessna which he had tethered to the ice.
Vicki unloaded their supplies from the plane. They each had a parka, not snow parkas but at least they protected a bit from the wind. But their legs were bare.
After 15 minutes Jim had cleared an area down to the hard packed snow and Vicki erected the tent. It was a dual cover dome and she easily set it up as she had done so many times before. The tent was designed for Antarctic blizzards and both were confident that it was up to the task.
As Vicki put their supplies into the tent Jim piled snow into a rampart on the windward side, packing it as he did so. This was to provide some shelter for the tent from the icy blasts that were coming.
As soon as she had finished putting everything inside and setting up their sleeping bags Vicki picked up the other spade and joined her father. The first of the storm clouds could just be seen over the ridge. The wind was picking up and lifting powder snow from the ground.
Frantically they both dug. It suddenly became darker as the clouds covered the sun. “Ten minutes,” thought Jim. He could see Vicki was feeling the cold and told her to go inside and make some soup.
It started to snow, the flakes coming almost horizontally in the strengthening wind. Jim was starting to shiver. The rampart was better than he thought they would be able to achieve, about three feet high, more than twice as wide at the base.
The height in the center of the dome tent was five feet and he had to stoop as he stood. Vicki had set up the two sleeping bags side by side, each on a foam plastic mattress. She was in her sleeping bag as she tended the soup on the burner she had placed on the ground behind her head.
The circulation was back in her feet. She had heated some water and bathed them with a flannel for a couple of minutes then wrapped them in half of the blanket before going into her bag.
“You look so cold.”
He took off his parka and lay on her sleeping bag as she put her arms around him in a bear hug. Then she showered his face with soft kisses.
“I’m so glad I’m here with you.”
Then she bathed his feet with hot water to bring back the circulation.
“That’s better,” she giggled as she kissed each foot. “Your feet are so ugly.”
He wrapped his feet in his half of the blanket and wriggled into his sleeping bag.
With the soup and their sleeping bags they both started to warm up.
“This is so snug. Did I do a good job setting up the tent?”
“You did wonderfully, Princess.” He stroked the side of her face. She held his hand there, then kissed it.
“This is so exciting.”
But Jim was gravely concerned. First he cursed himself for placing his daughter at such risk. Then he was worried about the cold. The storm had hardly started and the temperature would drop a lot more. Particularly at night.
The tent was fine. It was hardly moving in the strong wind. If they had true alpine sleeping bags and thermal clothes they would be OK. But they only had their thin summer clothes and his sleeping bags were designed for lower altitudes where he always camped.
“If I’m going to be here three days, I don’t want this digging into me. No peeking.” Vicki sat up, turning her back to her father. She took off her blouse then her bra. Jim saw her beautifully straight back and just a hint of the side of her breast. She put her blouse back on, but when she turned to face him, Jim could see the outline of her nipples.
He didn’t know what to say.
Vicki never traveled anywhere without a book..
“Could you read this to me, the way you used to read when I was little.”
So he started to read. At first she cuddled up beside him, her arm across his chest. But after ten minutes she felt the cold on her arm and snuggled back into her sleeping bag.
Jim kept reading, but after an hour or so, he started to feel the chill.
“I’m starting to feel cold. Will it get much colder?”
“I’m afraid so, sweetheart. It’s time for Plan B.”
“What’s Plan B?”
“You’ll have to share a sleeping bag with your grumpy old Dad.” He looked to see her reaction, hoping she wouldn’t be shocked.
But her face lit up. “Oh that’ll be just like when I used to snuggle in bed with you and Mummy.”
That was 10 years ago. Now she was an elegantly beautiful young woman. They had always been “touchy”in a fond, affectionate non-sexual way. They would hug tightly when they met, kiss each other’s hair and cheeks and sometimes an affectionate pat. But these were fleeting moments, now he was facing three days of constant contact. However, it was into one sleeping bag or freeze.
Quickly he rearranged things. He took her foam mattress to add to the insulation on the floor. Fortunately his sleeping bag was a one and a half size. Some of his tourists needed that and more.
Vicki was shivering by the time she wriggled in beside him. There wasn’t much room and he was aware of she shape of her body against him. She snuggled right down into the sleeping bag, her head on his chest, her arms around him, his around her.
He was very aware of her breath on his chest, of her firm bra-less breasts against his stomach, her bare legs against his.
“My legs are cold Daddy.” So he parted his legs and she slid one of hers between his. He realized that in her wriggling, her skirt had been pushed up to her waist.
He felt a warmth in his loins and a stirring of his penis as he stroked and kissed her hair.
“No, this is my daughter for heaven’s sake.” He forced himself to think of his last unfriendly meeting with his unfriendly bank manager. It didn’t solve the problem but it stopped it from getting worse for a while.
Gradually her shivering stopped and she wriggled back up the sleeping bag. He lay on his back her head on his shoulder. Her leg was no longer between his legs but lying across.
They were both enjoying the book as he read to her for a couple of hours. They chatted while Jim made some tea.
“Do you remember my fourteenth birthday party?”
How could he forget, a group of 20 fourteen year old girls who had just started to flower as young women and were boy crazy.
“You could have bonked Sandy, you know.”
“I know.”
He remembered Sandy well, very beautiful in a spoiled sort of way, very precocious and very up herself. She had come up to him at the party and rubbed her nubile young body against his. Jim had had to fight her off.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Well 14 year olds aren’t my scene and certainly not Sandy. The way she talks it would have been all around school in no time. And her dad is a top lawyer with no sense of humor. There’s a crime called statutory rape.”
“We had a vote as to who was the sexiest father. Guess who won?”
“I hate to think.”
“You did, my handsome Daddy,” Vicki whispered in his ear.
“Big deal,” said Jim, but was tingling from the touch of her lips.
“Guess who I voted for”
“Vicki, I really don’t want to know.”
“You, my lovely, sexy Daddy,” she whispered in his ear. Her breath and the touch of her lips on his ear sent a tingle down Jim’s spine..
“Victoria, I think we need to talk.”
“Shhhh Daddy.”
“You’re so warm and cuddly.” She kissed his face four or five times then cuddled, head on his shoulder, breasts against his chest, a bare leg over his..
The only distraction he could think of was to start reading again and for a couple of hours struggled to keep himself under control.
The storm was now approaching full force. The wind howled down the glacial valley. Their tent was firm, the top was buffeted but at ground level their tent was rock solid.
Something else was getting rock solid. Jim was in a quandary. The warmth and shape of Vicki’s body, her beauty and her affection and kisses had their inevitable effect. Fortunately he was on his back and her leg was on his thighs below his waist. Perhaps she was unaware of his erection.
“It’ll be dark soon. I’ve got to go out and check the tent.” He wriggled out of the sleeping bag and started to put on both the parkas.
Vicki watched, staring at his shorts.
“So that’s where the spare tent pole went.” She giggled, but then concern showed on her face as she heard the wind howl even louder.
She cut strips of blanket for him to wrap around his face and hands, but she was very scared and tears came to her eyes.
“Please, please be careful I don’t want to lose you.”
She sat up and put her arms up to be hugged. Jim bent down to kiss her cheek, but somehow Vicki’s face moved and their lips caressed. They looked into each other’s eyes.
“Daddy I love you so much.”
Another kiss, this time with a brief touch of her tongue.
He started to say something.
“Shhhh Daddy.” Vicki put a finger on Jim’s lips.
The cold hit him like a blast freezer. The heavy snow flakes were blowing across horizontally. He reckoned that with the wind chill factor it was at least minus 50. His legs were bare and none of his garments provided real protection.
“One minute at the most, or it’ll be hypothermia.” He started counting.
He crawled on his hands and knees. It was impossible to stand in the wind and the rampart gave him some protection.
He quickly did his circuit. The tent pegs were fine. A little bit of a build up of snow against the tent side but the rampart was working perfectly. With a few swipes of his spade cleared that small build up.
By the time he was inside his count was up to 100. His teeth were chattering and he was shivering without control.
Tears came to Vicki’s eyes as she saw him. She leaped out the sleeping bag to take off his parkas and trainers as his fingers were shaking too much.
This time it was his turn to snuggle into the sleeping bag his head between her breasts, his leg between hers. She hugged him tightly to her kissing the top of his head. She was crying.
“You are so cold. I was so worried. I thought you had died out there.”
With a combination of maternal instinct and love of her father she held his cold face to her blouse covered breasts.
In his freezing, painful state Jim nuzzled into her, taking comfort from the soft warmth of his daughter’s body.
Slowly he started to recover. Vicki put his hands between her thighs to warm them, then returned her arms to hold him to her.
Almost fully recovered, he reluctantly left the comfort of Vicki’s breast and moved up the sleeping bag beside her.
He looked down at his daughter.
Some of the buttons on her blouse had come undone in their manoeuvres. Her left breast was fully exposed. She noticed him looking down adoringly at her body, her perfect nubile breast with its brown aureole and hardened nipple..
“All your own work. Or at least half is your own work.” Looking at him steadily and doing nothing to cover herself.
Jim felt events were getting out of his control. He lay on his back and Vicki snuggled in. This time he was conscious that it was a naked breast against his chest, that her bare leg on his was higher, almost to his crotch and he could feel her pubic bone against his thigh.
Physically he was in heaven, mentally in hell.
“Vicki, Princess, I think we need to talk.”
“Shhhhhh, Daddy” she put her finger to his lips.
“Dinner time,” he said, buttoning her blouse and pushing her skirt below her waist.
Vicki heated the stew while Jim worked on the sleeping bag that she was originally in. He unzipped it and then cut down the seam so that it could be laid out flat. Now they had an extra blanket for the night.
After dinner they lay side by side facing each other. The size of the sleeping bag meant their faces were only a foot apart. They had there arms loosely around each other.
Vicki nudged her knee between his and without even thinking he let her thigh go between his.
“Vicki, your skirt spends more time above your waist than below it.”
“Well its very hard in a sleeping bag. In fact its a nuisance.” She did nothing to straighten her skirt
For two hours they talked. About the holidays they had together, about things at her school he knew nothing about, about his early life, about her plans for university.
As they talked Jim looked at his daughter’s face, thinking how beautiful she was, how much he loved her and resisted the urge to kiss her on the lips.
“Could you tell me some of those stories you used to tell, when I was little.”
He retold his make-believe stories from her childhood, about fearsome creatures: the nogard (dragon spelled backwards), the regit (tiger), noil and drib (Readers can work those out). As a child these used to thrill and scare her. Now she just listened in loving remembrance, hugging him tightly.
When he finished she whispered, “You have always been such a lovely, wonderful father.”
It was Jim who leaned forward and gently kissed his daughter on the mouth. Delicately she responded enjoying the sensation as he explored her lips. Then Vicki opened her mouth, he did the same and their tongues entwined.
Jim pulled back, his face a mixture of adoration and anguish.
“Shhh, Daddy, Vicki sighed. “I’m tired and want to go to sleep.
She rolled over so her back was against his chest in the spoon position.
“Vicki, your skirt is around your waist again.”
“Its a bloody nuisance.” She wriggled and took it off and threw it out of the sleeping bag. She was now wearing only a thin blouse and the scantiest of knickers.
“And you mister,” she said tugging at his shorts. “You take these off after the next time you go outside. They were freezing against my legs when you came in. In fact you should take them off now.”
But he didn’t.
Vicki went to sleep quickly. Jim’s mind was in a turmoil as her felt her warmth and softness against him, his arm around the front of her shoulders.
He thought about the situation with Vicki. He had always loved her, but that was as father and daughter. As her beauty flowered he had felt pride rather than sexual attraction. But he knew now that his paternal love was being joined by physical desire.
Was inevitable that he would give in? There were almost three more days of this. Perhaps it was the danger of their situation and isolation together, perhaps the warmth and beauty of her body, perhaps because they were constant intimate contact, perhaps a mixture of paternal adoration and mounting lust?
But his rational mind rebelled, preventing him from taking that final step. Somehow he went to sleep as the wind howled.
He woke with a start. Something was different, and he realized the wind was not nearly as loud, it was a lull in the storm. He noticed that other things were different as well.
He had gone to sleep with his arm around the front of his daughter’s shoulder. Now her blouse was almost completely undone, his hand was on her naked breast and both Vicki’s hands were on top of his holding him there tightly. He didn’t know how this had happened.
He also had a rock-like erection which was hard up against the cleft between her buttocks.
He could do nothing about his erection, but with difficultly extracted his hand from Vicki’s breast. This woke her.
“What is it?” Then she noticed the lower wind noise. “Has the storm finished already?”
“No, its just a lull.” He had seen the weather map. “Without the wind to blow the snow across I need to check it’s not building up on the side.”
“Please, please be careful. Don’t stay out too long.”
He wriggled up the sleeping bag. Both Vicki’s breasts were on display. He paused, looking down, overwhelmed by her beauty. Vicki looked up, fear on her face as she knew how bad it was going outside. She put out her arms to him and quickly he bent down and kissed her on the lips.
Of course Vicki noticed his erection.
“Don’t you dare lose our tent pole outside,” she giggled.
A lingering kiss of their mouths, a touching of their tongues.
He put on his pathetically inadequate clothes and went outside with the spade. The wind had dropped and the snow was falling heavily at about 45 degrees. “Count to one hundred,” he said to himself.
Again he crawled on hands and knees. The tent pegs were fine, but the snow build up was higher. Frantically he dug with his spade. His count reached 120 and even though the job wasn’t finished he had to go back in as his shivering and teeth chattering started.
Vicki was waiting with towels. She took off his parkas, his trainers, his shorts this time and led him quickly to the bag. Again he burrowed down inside. She drew the top over his head. She hadn’t rebuttoned her blouse and he buried his face into her warm firm breasts. She lifted her leg for his to go between. .
“Daddy, you stayed out for too long. I thought you had gone forever,” she sobbed.
She was horrified at how cold his loins were as they pressed into her leg. She put a hand inside his boxers.
“You’re freezing here.”
Jim was only vaguely aware of her intimate fondle. His brain was almost completely taken over by the pain and shaking from his freezing body. In survival mode all his instincts were screaming out for warmth.
As he recovered his rational mind came into conflict with his instincts. His rational mind said this is wrong. His instincts were reacting to his daughter’s body and warmth and touch, to her tenderness as she held him, to the increasing urge in his loins.
Instinct won.
As he warmed, his attention to his daughter’s breasts changed from seeking comfort to licking, kissing, fondling and nibbling. Vicki groaned and her hips moved. She held his head with one hand as she stroked her father’s penis and scrotum as his erection recovered. Jim didn’t object, in fact he assisted as she lowered his boxers.
He moved up the sleeping bag and their wonderful gentle kissing started again. He fondled her breasts, she stroked his face with one hand while delicately fondling his erection with the other.
Vicki pushed him onto his back and lay on top of him, her legs apart, astride his. Her beautiful face looked down at him, her long brown hair fell on either side of his face creating their own tiny erotic world. He could feel her breasts on his chest, her pubic mound, only covered by her knickers, on his abdomen.
Earnestly she looked down at him.
“Darling, darling Daddy.”
They kissed with wide open mouths, with their lips moving urgently, their tongues dueling. Her saliva ran into his mouth, he thought it was the purest nectar.
Vicki moved further up and lowered her right breast to his mouth. He licked and sucked her aureole, her hardened nipple. She groaned and her hips writhed a little.
Then her left breast. After a minute of shared bliss she moved down, he could feel her clitoral hood nudging the tip of his erection.
Her hips ground in as he put his hands inside her knickers and fondled her buttocks. Her buttocks and thighs were so beautiful, they reminded him of how her mother’s used to be.
But that image of his ex-wife, Vicki’s mother, brought him back to reality. He stopped.
“I’m sorry, my beautiful Victoria. I have to think.”
She moved onto her side, her back to him. She put his hand on her knickers and held it there. He could feel the dampness. She squirmed her buttocks into his erection.”
“Oh Daddy,” she sighed. “Why do I love you so much when you are such a bastard.”
He retrieved his boxers from the sleeping bag and after they had somehow calmed down they went to sleep.
Jim woke first next morning. He looked at Vicki. She hadn’t done up her blouse and her upper body was almost fully on display. He felt a conflict of guilts. Guilty that he had been so intimate with his daughter, guilty that he had taken her to the brink and unfairly had stopped. Guilt as he looked down in adoration at her teenage beauty.
She woke and looked at his troubled, loving face.
“It’s alright Daddy. I really do understand.” She kissed his nose.
They lay cuddling, not really knowing what to say. Vicki handed him the book and he read with her arm and leg across him.
“I’ll make some tea.” said Vicki after half an hour, “would you like some?”
The gas burner was behind their heads so all Vicki had to do was crawl half way out of the sleeping bag to make the tea. As she did so Jim was treated to a slow moving close-up view of teenage beauty in perfection.
First her firm breasts passed within a few inches of his eyes. As she wriggled her brown aureoles bounced tantalizingly close. It took all his will-power to stop himself from leaning forward to suckle them.
Then her smooth, flat, slightly muscled stomach. He could see how slim her waist was as her hips broadened out below. Vicki stopped her movements momentarily as her navel was right in front of his eyes. God, how he would like to lick there.
Her final position brought her knickers to within six inches of his face. They were tiny, tight and semi-transparent. He could see the shape of her pubic mound and clitoral hood. Her pussy lips were plump and obvious and he noticed that the knickers followed the line between.
He had to close his eyes. But he couldn’t close off her sexual, exotic, musky, feminine odors, he couldn’t avoid the warmth which seemed to radiate from her loins.
“Tea’s ready at last. You haven’t gone to sleep again?” asked Vicki seeing his eyes were closed.
But Jim was wide awake, in torment, his erection painfully hard.
She wriggled back down. She must have noticed Jim’s erection but said nothing and they chatted as the wind howled.
“Could I have another cup of tea, please Daddy?”
Jim knew what was going to happen. In a strange way he felt like a condemned man being led to the scaffold; he had no control over his destiny. He crawled out of the sleeping bag knowing his boxers were level with his daughter’s face. He felt her hands go inside the gap in the front and fondle his erection. He stroked her hair and gently pushed Vicki’s head forward.
Without haste she extracted his erection and softly put it in her mouth.
He looked down at the beautiful, intensely loving face of his daughter, felt overwhelmed with his love and passion for her and eased off his boxers. He turned off the burner, came down the sleeping bag and they kissed without any inhibitions.
His hand went to her legs which Vicki parted. His fingers traced over the satiny firm inner thighs. She groaned as he moved to her pubic mound, still protected by her knickers. He caressed the soft flesh between the top of her thighs and her labia. Vicki’s hips writhed.
She lifted her bottom as he eased her knickers down her legs. Now he caressed her outer labia and her clitoral hood. With his tongue as far in her mouth as Vicki could suck it, his fingers opened her inner labia and felt their glistening, warm slipperiness, then felt the wet smoothness of her engorged clitoris. Vicki groaned again.
“It’s time for you to fuck me with your lovely cock, darling Daddy.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart?”
“Shhhh Daddy.”
With a care and a gentleness like the first time he held her as a new born baby, he entered her warm, moist vagina. Slowly, enjoying the exquisite sensations of each millimeter. Once he was fully inside, he didn’t move. Vicki squeezed her vaginal muscles and they kissed and hugged. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
That first time everything was in slow motion, as though they wanted to discover every secret and every reaction of each other’s genitals. He found her G spot and caressed it to excitement. Three times he brought her to the brink and then stopped, wanting to extend the moment of bliss. The fourth time she came with a juddering “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.
With three more thrusts he came, his seed splashing onto his daughter’s cervix.
He sighed, “Oh my beautiful child.”
He looked into her face and was about to speak.
“Shhhhh Daddy.”
She covered his face with those lovely tickling kisses.
They lay in each other’s arms, his soft penis still inside, stroking each other, nibbling each other, kissing each other, giggling and whispering nonsense into each other’s ears.
His erection recovered.
“It’s time for you to be fucked again, beautiful Vicki,” Jim’s inhibitions were now completely gone.
He ground his pubic bone and the base of his cock into Vicki’s clitoris, he pushed hard into her cervix. He massaged her breast roughly with one hand, the other squeezed her buttocks.
“Harder DaddeeeeeeeeeeyyYYOOooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh,” as the pressure on her clitoris brought her to a hip bouncing climax.
She climaxed two more times before he ground his cock into her cervix, his pubic bone into hers and felt his climax surge from his loins, through his penis and into Vicki’s womb.
Sweating and panting they curled in each other’s embrace. Vicki put a finger to her vagina then licked it.
“You taste yummy.”
Then he explored her with his fingers and over the next half hour brought her to three orgasms with soothing caresses of her clitoris and G spot. She marveled in the tender expertise of his touch. It was as though he knew all her most responsive parts, could tell what aroused her and could bring her to ecstasy when he wanted.
“Please Daddy, come inside me again.”
But this time he kissed her on the nose.
“A man has only so many shots in his locker. And we’ve two more days here”
But his exquisite fingers brought her quickly, God, embarrassingly quickly, to her most shuddering orgasm yet.
“Two more days here, I wish we had two more years,” thought Vicki as she lay panting and immobilized apart from the after-spasms in her loins.
“Why did Mummy let him go?” But she knew that was a no-go area for discussion.
Vicki cooked bacon and eggs with toast and coffee for breakfast. On the other burner they boiled up two large billy cans of water for washing. .
The temperature in the tent was icy cold but stood up to give each other a quick flannel wash..
Jim looked at his daughter adoringly. She was so beautiful, long dark hair flowing, firm brown tipped breasts bouncing as she danced with the cold, her narrow waist and flat stomach. Sparse, trimmed pubic hair didn’t hide her plump labia and clitoral hood. And as she stood on her toes to avoid the cold floor her long elegant legs were even more beautiful.
Vicki was suddenly self conscious, even though they had made love twice and she had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had. She covered her breasts with one hand, her pussy with the other.
Jim gently took her hands away, then stroked those parts she had tried to hide.
“Dear Vicki, you so are exquisitely beautiful.”
They hugged and now reassured, Vicki took the opportunity to kneel down and put his penis in her mouth.
“Daddy,” she was upset. “I’m not doing it properly, you are just getting smaller and smaller.”
“Princess, not even your lovely mouth can’t beat this cold.”
They dried each other and dived into the sleeping bag to warm up. Unlike many lovers they continued to kiss, they explored each other’s bodies. Armpits, behind the knees, the soles of their feet. Vicki decided that all of her body was an erogenous zone.
The morning was spent reading, chatting, giggling, tickling and almost platonically exploring each other’s bodies. She learned all about his life from his childhood, he heard the stories of her life which she hadn’t told him before. Sometimes they dozed off in a tight embrace. Still the wind howled and the tent was buffeted but remained secure.
Daytime was a little less cold than at night and they found they didn’t need the over-blanket from the second sleeping on top.. Two bodies cuddled into one bag was enough. This gave Jim an idea. With two spades, two ice axes and a gas cylinder he built a simple frame at the head of their sleeping bag. He took one of the foam mattresses and laid it under the frame.
“What on earth are you doing Daddy?” asked Vicki.
“Wait and see, I think you’ll like it.”
He then draped the sleeping bag turned blanket over the frame and crawled back in. They had their own cocoon.
“Oh it’s dark in here, but its nice and snug,” giggled Vicki.
They were now fully enclosed by sleeping bags and the trapped air soon warmed up.
“Move up and lie under that frame darling daughter.”
Now she understood and lay on her back and spread her legs and raised her knees for her father’s face.
Jim explored all her feminine intimacies with his tongue, his lips, his fingers and gently with his teeth.
“Vicki you smell and taste and feel so muskily, femininely, exotically, sexually and erotically delicious.”
He pushed her knees back and licked and kissed her perineum and then all the way up to her pubic mound and the tops of her thighs.
Vicki felt his tongue on her clitoris and she climaxed, almost in a dream where the only thing she was aware of was the pleasure sensation in her loins..
For the next half hour she was in a mixture of torment and ecstasy. Torment because he would bring her to the brink and then unkindly back her down. Ecstasy when he had his lips on her clitoris and his fingers on her G spot and brought her to a seemingly endless wave of orgasms.
Then he pushed her knees back again and softly licked from pubic mound to perineum. And a little further.
It was the first time she had felt a tongue on her anus. At first it seemed strange, but then she started to enjoy the probing sensations as he lingered.
Jim could feel her start to get cold even with the cocoon.
“Come back into the sleeping bag dear Vicki.”
“But Daddy, I want my turn on you.”
“So do I, but after you’ve warmed up.”
She snuggled into him soothing his erection with her fingers.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.”
“Will I ever find a man who is good a lover as you.”
“Absolutely impossible,” he joked.
Vicki giggled, but felt that what her father had said was probably true.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.”
“Your cock is so big I won’t be able to put all of it in my mouth.”
“Sweet Vicki, cock sucking is more than cock swallowing. Sure it will be lovely to have my cock deep in your mouth but only go as far as you are comfortable, and remember there are lots of other things. Sometimes just licking my tip will be lovely.”
Reassured that she wasn’t going to have her throat bashed the way she had with her two previous lovers, Vicki felt confident.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.”
“I’m warm now.”
Jim moved up into the cocoon and Vicki put her mouth over his erection. How she loved the feeling of her father’s masculinity and strength in her mouth and the delicacy of his testicles in her hands.
Freed from what she thought was her obligation to only suck hard and swallow, she tried all sorts of experiments all over his organ with her lips tongue and teeth. She gently put his testicles in her mouth, she licked and nibbled his perineum, she probed his slit with her tongue, discovered all the sensitive parts of his knob and shaft.
Vicki loved to feel his reactions. He started to sigh and his hips started to writhe. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, faster and sucking harder, pushing his knob into her throat.
Then, remembering how he had taken her to the brink and back, slowed down.
Another delight of oral sex came to her. It was such a giving thing. She loved to feel the pleasure she was able to give her father. She took him to the brink again, and again she slowed down.
“Please Vicki,”he groaned.
“Shhhh Daddy.”
Then he came, she sucked his juices, squeezed the tube under his penis to swallow every last drop, then lay, her head on his on his thigh with his soft penis still in her mouth. He stroked her hair and face.
They would have been happy to stay like that but, this time it was Jim who started to shiver. He dismantled the cocoon and moved everything back to where it was before.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmm.”
“I was right. Your spunk is so yummy.”
“Mmmmm.”
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmm.”
“I liked it when you licked my bum.”
“Good, I thought you did.”
“Do you like doing that?”
“Only with someone I love.”
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmm.”
“Can we have anal sex?”
“Are you sure you want to?”
“With my darling Daddy yes. Boys want me to do it but I’ve always felt afraid and dirty. I’m afraid it would hurt. But I know you would never hurt me.”
“No Princess, I wouldn’t.” With a hug.
“And I want it to be you who takes my anal virginity.”
“Mmmmmmmm.” Another hug and kiss on the hair.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmm.”
“Could we do it now please?”
A gentle slap on the bottom.
“I told you about shots in the locker. Anyway there are some things we need to do first.”
Lunch was tuna sandwiches, fruit and tea. Jim didn’t think he would have to go outside and check again until evening. The base of the tent was solid, he could tell by the shape of the dome that there was no serious snow build up and the rampart was doing its job.
They were never bored for a moment. They were enjoying the book, Vicki loved hearing her father read. But much of the time was spent in enchantment with each other and each other’s bodies. They spent hours just passionately kissing, exploring each other’s mouths and lips, her breasts. Sometimes he would idly fondle her her genitals, not always arousing Vicki, just tenderly exploring and owning. She did the same with his penis and testicles.
His touching of her genitals was different now. Instead of his hand coming from the front, Vicki would lie on her side facing him and put her upper leg over his waist enabling him to come from behind. Now her anus was included in his wanderings. Always with a well lubricated finger. Initially her sphincter did as it was designed to and tightened. Gradually she and it became used to the touch.
She clung to Jim more tightly and kissed him fervently. With only a little pressure the first joint of his index finger entered.
“Squeeze and let go, lots of times Princess.”
She did so and gradually her anal muscle relaxed. She felt his finger fully inside her, right up to the knuckle.
“Mmmm, that feels nice.” She kept squeezing and relaxing and Jim gently pushed the perimeter of her anus.
“Now you are relaxing, lovely girl.” He was able to withdraw his finger completely and enter with very little pressure.
Twice more that afternoon his fingers wandered and her sphincter offered less and less resistance..
Evening came and with it the darkness.
“I can’t hear any wind. And look is that the moon?” There was a white glimmer in the ceiling of the tent.
“Yes its the eye of the storm. It’ll be like this for an hour or so. Come outside Vicki, you must see this. Bring your camera”
Quickly they dressed. Jim grabbed the second sleeping bag and when they were outside draped it like a blanket around their shoulders.
The scene which greeted them was a winter paradise. Above, the black sky was studded with stars, more stars than Vicki had ever seen. They seemed so big and close she felt she could almost touch them. Not a breath of wind.
An enormous silver full moon shone brightly. It cast a silver glow over the snow covered glacier The towering mountain peaks gleamed whitely and brightly, standing out from the black sky behind. Far below in the valley they could see the mountain lakes; silvery shimmers of moon-light. It was still freezing.
Vicki snapped away with her camera, hoping that she would do justice to this haunting magnificence of nature.
“What are you doing?”
Jim had dashed inside and come out with a foam plastic mattress. He had taken off every stitch of clothing. Now he was standing on the mattress looking up at the sky his arms extended heavenwards, his body had a silver sheen in the moonlight.
He howled like a wolf. “OOOOooooooooooowwWWWWwwooooooooooooooooOOOO” His howls echoed around the the glacial moraine.
“You are completely mad.” She snapped away at him with her camera. But then the infection caught her. She also stripped and joined him on the mattress.
“OOOooooooooowwwWWWWwwwoooooooooooooooooooOOO’ she howled and howled and the echoes howled back. She felt she was part of mother nature.
They held each other’s hand as they saluted the stars and moon together.
“OOOoooooooooowwwWWWWwwwooooooooooooooooooOOO” again and again, as if they were nature worshiping cave dwellers.
He returned to the warmth of the sleeping bag-blanket and snapped away at Vicki’s silver body.
She ran to him for warmth from the blanket and his embrace.
“OooooowwwwoooooOOOO” they murmured into each other’s ears.
The idea struck them both at the same time. First Jim left the blanket and took up a variety of naked poses, in front of the tent, lying on his back on the snow rampart, in front of the mountains.
Then Vicki. Her poses ranged from demure, provocative, erotic to downright pornographic. She forgot the cold and rolled in the snow. She lay on her back, arms and legs wide and beckoning. She insisted that Jim take closeups of her vulva and bum which she poked up into the moonlight. Her genitals were a glistening silver.
They huddled together laughing in the blanket. The cold was starting to seep into them. Quickly they set the camera on auto shoot with 20 seconds between shots. They embraced in different poses, some demure, some like Vicki kneeling in front of Jim with his cock in her mouth were less demure.
They started to shiver, the wind started to blow and some of the stars were lost behind the clouds. They howled a last mournful howl at the moon, dashed inside the tent, into their sleeping bag and hugged the warmth back into each other. They were laughing uncontrollably from the exhilaration of the moment.
“Some of those photos will earn us a fortune on the net,” giggled Vicki.
“I’m not having any of me on the net with my cock so small from the cold.”
They both laughed knowing these would be private snaps for life.
Their laughter changed to intimacy, their intimacy to passion. Jim’s hands traveled her body, exciting Vicki even more than the first time she had felt his touch. Again her anus was included in his erotic exploration, again it resisted but less than before and soon two fingers were inside her bowel.
He entered her vagina with his penis, keeping his fingers where they were and she felt the delight and intense orgasm from the double penetration.
Jim did not come.
“Lie on your side with your back to me, my beautiful Vicki and lift your knees towards your chest.”
She did so as he covered his penis with olive oil.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“Shhhh, Daddy.”
There was only a little pressure required for his knob to enter and he went in two inches. She squeezed her anal muscle.
“Daddy, I love you. Daddy I love your cock. Daddy I love your cock in my bum,” she whispered.
He gently commenced his rhythm. Her muscle had given up its fight and he was able to withdraw from her completely and re-enter with no resistance. He pushed until his loins were hard against her buttocks. Vicki’s bowel felt erotically full, she gasped at the beautiful sensations of his penis along her smooth rectum wall and the lovely pressure through to her vagina. With her free hand she parted her buttock to let him enter deeper. With his free hand he found her clitoris.
“Please Daddy, as hard as you can.”
He couldn’t stop himself from obeying her instructions. It was the most physically uninhibited lovemaking they had had. Her buttocks were flattened as he pounded. She shrieked as she came from a clitoral orgasm and still he kept thrusting.
With a judder and surge which consumed her from her navel to her buttocks Vicki came again with an enormous orgasm. It seemed to come from her clitoris, her vagina and her ass at the same time.
Jim grunted like an animal as he felt his orgasm surge, then repeated his wolf howl as he ejaculated into his daughter’s bowel.
They lay panting in that spoon position for ten minutes. Then Vicki rolled over and put her arms around her beloved father.
“OOOoooooooowwWWwwooooooOOO” she whispered in his ear and giggled.
The next day was spent in a continuation of loving, sexual bliss. Jim was happy enough about the fuel supply to leave four gas burners on for hours. The temperature never got warm but by draping themselves with the second sleeping bag they could stay out of their main bed for some time before the cold sent them back.
During these times, Jim took Vicki as she knelt in front of him, shoulders to the mattress. The first time in her vagina, the second in her anus. Vicki knelt in front of Jim and after taking him to ecstasies he hadn’t known with her mouth and throat, swilled her father’s juices around her mouth before swallowing.
Later he lay on his back and she knelt over him, facing his feet. First she lowered her haunches so that he spent half an hour licking her vagina and anus and bringing her to orgasm again and again.
They used the camera again. Vicki spent a lot of time photographing his erection from different angles and distances.
“So that the net surfers can see what you are really like.” Some other photos were even more pornographic, others quite prim.
Vicki realized they should take some “proper” photos to show people when they returned, so they snapped each other fully dressed. They laid out the two sleeping bags side by side to show how they might have slept
Jim woke at dawn on the third morning. He could tell the storm was over. No breeze disturbed the tent and golden light from the sunrise glimmered through. He looked at his beautiful daughter beside him, tears in his eyes.
Vicki woke and without saying a word they made the most tender love for an hour. For both Jim and Vicki it was a mixture of love, tenderness, lust and sadness.
They rediscovered every inch of each other’s bodies. Jim brought Vicki to climaxes with his tongue, lips and fingers, and with his penis in her vagina then her rectum. Solemnly Vicki knelt in front of Jim and tenderly licked their bodies’ juices from his penis.
They took a foam mattress outside and stood on it. It was a beautiful, warm, still morning, no cloud in the sky. The pristine snow glinted in the bright sunlight, the newly snow-covered peaks stood in brilliant contrast to the blue sky, the virginally white glacier stretched out below.
Naked they raised their faces and arms to the azure heavens.
“OOOooooooooooooowwwWWWWwwwoooooooooooooOOO.”
Jim and Vicki, father and daughter, danced and hugged and kissed and laughed and howled like wolves until they heard the rescue aircraft coming.

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Ed is waiting for his girlfriend Laura for a date. They have planned this as a milestone of their relationship but perhaps she is not as excited as he is.

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Kathy (white trash whore) part 3

Kathy (white trash whore) part 3
Kathy arrived at her work-station and, checking her rota, saw that the recently arrived guy in bed 3 was due for his hourly check and a bed bath.
She prepared her trolley and went to the side room off the main corridor of the ward.
He was actually awake when she arrived, which was good news as he had been admitted the previous evening with concussion following a motorcycle accident and had no serious injuries other than bruising, but was being kept in under observation as he had complained of headaches and giddiness. “ Hello darling” he said as she shook the thermometer and placed it under his tongue. “Hello Bill” she read his name from his chart and then entered his temperature on it. “I’m in need of the toilet” Kathy asked if he wanted a number one or two? and handed him a bed pan when he replied, “just a piss love” Kathy was not surprised at his bluntness and closed the curtain around his bed as he took a leak. “Don’t drink it all at once babe” he said as he handed her the bottle. Kathy was a little taken aback by that remark, but cheerfully responded, “Don’t worry, I wont”
He laughed as she strapped his upper arm and began to take his blood pressure. “Don’t squeeze me too hard sweetie”
Up until then she had been happy with his comments, but “sweetie” was never a properly deserving description of Kathy. “Please don’t call me sweetie Mister Curtis” “Sorry love, what can I call you?” “Kathy will do just fine, or nurse, if you prefer”
She unstrapped his arm then offered him the small cup with his two pills inside and a glass of water. “How are you feeling Bill?” she asked as he took his medication. “Very much better thanks, apart from a slight dizziness” “So you will be ok for your bed bath then?” “Sounds good to me sweee……….sorry, nurse” Kathy laid her head on one side and gave him her best interpretation of a scowl. She removed the bed cover and asked him to turn on his side so that she could undo the two strings that tied the flimsy, backside revealing, hospital gown, and then stripped it off him. Placing the plastic sheet on the bed she asked him to roll onto his other side so that she could pull the sheet under him, then asking him to lay on his tummy she began to gently wash his back.
She quickly washed from his neck to his toes then finally to the crease between his buttocks. He considerately parted his legs and she wiped him with the flannel before placing it in the bowl and drying him off with the towel.
“Turn over please Bill” For the first time Bill was slow with his reply…….”Um, I don’t know if I can……. uh, I mean I don’t know if I should nurse” Not shy are we Bill?” she asked with more than a little levity in the tone of her voice. “I do this every day”
He rolled over. Sure enough, he had an erection. “Hmmmmmmm I think I should be able to work around that OK” “You don’t have to” he said. Feeling more comfortable as he watched Kathy staring at his proud member. She washed his face arms and hands, her gaze constantly drawn to his long and not too thin prick. “Go on babe, you know you want to”
She looked him straight in the eyes trying to muster every sense of duty and dignity in her body, but her feeble defence was transparent to Bill.
“I won’t tell if you won’t” he said, with an air of self confidence in his voice. She placed the flannel back in the bowl and started to soap her hands, placing them on his breasts and massaging them. “There’s a good girl” He said as he began wanking himself. Kathy moved her hands down over his rippled and lightly hairy stomach cupping his balls in one as the other gripped his shaft and began stroking. “Oh babe, you are so good at this” She felt her skirt lifting, and then his hand moving up on the inside of her thigh. She parted her legs as he reached his goal. “Fuck darling, you are ready for anything” Kathy’s panties were still in her handbag after her earlier masturbation. She bent down, pointing his dick towards her and swallowed it. She let it force her lips apart as she lowered her head onto its full length, imagining how it would feel if the 8 or so inches of stiff meat were pushing into her cunt. Overcoming her gag reflex with just a slight constriction of her throat muscles as she let it sink inside her. He had two, maybe three fingers inside her as he pumped at her increasingly wet cunt.
Kathy was blowing him as hard as she could, sucking for all her might as he slipped out of her and clamping her lips tightly around him as he pushed back in. He poked her arsehole, she poked his. They both developed a fucking motion as she sucked and he fingered. “I’m gonna cum nurse!” he declared as his hand continued shagging her cunt. Kathy sucked harder, tighter, her hand wanking him as she sucked, tasting his warm goo as his cum exploded into her mouth. Kathy was cumming too. Bill had four fingers in her twat, the knuckle of his middle finger pushing hard against her clit. Kathy’s mouth was so full of cum that it had started to escape and run down his shaft, matting into the hair at the base of his cock. She swallowed, her finger still inside Bill’s arse, massaging his prostate, his thumb inside hers. She pulled away swallowing as she looked at his bell end then dropped her head to circle her tongue round it, cleaning the last drops of spunk that were dribbling from his little hole. He squirmed, “Go easy baby” His cock was now so sensitive. Kathy continued to tease him with her tongue until he was almost begging her to stop. Kathy went done to suck the cum from his pubes, not really enjoying the feeling of the wiry hair on her tongue, but loving the delicious taste. Bill withdrew his hand from Kathy’s twat and licked it.
“Mmmmmmmmm you taste so sweet Kathy, any chance you could show me where my fingers have just been?” Kathy gave him a quizzical look then went to pull a visitor’s chair closer to the bed and lifted her leg up on it. She pulled her skirt up, exposing herself to him. He gazed at the creamy white flesh between her stocking tops and the now reddened and wet lips of her pouting pisser. Kathy fingered herself, pulling her piss flaps open to display her hole to him. “Turn around baby” She done as requested, bending over slightly to display her dirt hole to him. Bill stuck his finger in her, then pulled it out and lightly slapped her bum. Kathy spun around and watched as Bill sucked his finger. She leant forward to kiss him, sucking on his tongue as it probed her lips, then nibbling on his bottom lip before snatching herself away. “Better finish your bath now Mr Curtis”
Kathy’s shift finished without further incident other than her last visit to Bill. He told her how much he had been thinking of her and was currently stiff and about to cum.
She obliged him with his request for a feel of her “beautiful bald slit and arse” and jacked him off under the covers, only using her mouth this time to clean up his mess.
When she went to her locker to get her coat and handbag, Kat was there getting ready to go home. They greeted each other with a friendly smile and Kathy’s mind drifted back to their first meeting in the toilets when she had listened to this cute young thing fart as she took a pee.
She had a feeling that Kat would have liked to have chatted for a while, but after turning on her phone and seeing the text message from Lenny, she said goodnight and went to her car.
“Get on messenger when you get home bitch, I move on sat.”
She could still taste Bill’s cum in her mouth and hear Kat pissing and farting in her mind as she drove home.
All the lights in the house were out as she opened the front door and hung up her coat. Jeff must be in bed, she thought as she walked into the living room, stripping off as she went over to the computer and turned it on.
Lenny was online, she greeted him with “Hiya babe”
Lenny replied, “I been waitin’ for you bitch.”
“Sorry Lenny, I came as quick as I could”
“I had to jack off listening to some other white bitch whore that wants my big black dick so much”
“I really am sorry Lenny”
“She wasn’t a filthy arse lovin cunt like you are bitch, and it took me longer to shoot my load”
Kathy’s cunt was creaming up.
“Listen bitch, I will pick you up at 2pm on Saturday at the car park at your hospital”
“I’m not working at the weekend Lenny”
“Just be there bitch. Tell your fucking useless cunt of an old man you got some overtime to do and you won’t be home til late”
“I will Lenny, I promise. I want your cock so fucking bad”
“You gonna get a lot more than just my cock you fuckin slut, just be there at 2, and don’t you dare be late.”
Lenny signed out before she could tell him how she wanted him to use her and that she will do everything he wants.
She had cum and her fanny was still tingling for more, but she went up to bed anyway.
She slid in next to Jeff; he was in his usual, almost fetal position, on “his” side of the bed facing away from her.
One thing she did like about Jeff was that he never wore pyjamas or anything in bed. Like her, he preferred to sleep “au natural”
She felt his bum cheeks before sliding herself up against them ad reaching her hand around him to find his cock. It was as fast asleep as he was, barely poking out from his pubes by the feel of it. She cupped his saggy ball bag in her hand and squeezed it lightly. Jeff wriggled a little and grunted. She squeezed again. Jeff wriggled again, and then farted.
Kathy put her head under the sheets. The thing that most sets Kathy apart from other people is her insatiable lust for the smell and taste of arse.
She breathed in deeply, Jeff’s cock now between her fingers with her thumb circling his piss hole. He was actually starting, very slowly, to get hard. Jeff grunted again as he started to stir, “Juh………Uh… Kathy” he questioned. She purred in his ear and then whispered, “Who else would it be sweetheart? His dick was now hard enough to stroke properly. “You wanna put this in your sweeties little pussy?” She squeezed his cock as she wrapped her leg around his, pushing her cunt against his leg.
Jeff rolled onto his back, he didn’t really want to but thought it would be OK if she done all the work. Kathy climbed on top of him lowering her tits down over his face, smothering him. He grasped her buttocks as Kathy reached behind her and guided him into her slit.
He went in easily, too easily for Kathy, and she sat hard on him grinding her clit into his pubic bone. She gyrated herself on him using her fingers to add more to her satisfaction, fucking him harder and harder. His dick plopped out, as it often did when she started enjoying it. She reached back for it, feeling how wet it was. She laid it on him and parting her cunt lips started to slide up and down, her thick juices covering its length.
She reached back again, but this time aimed it at her arse. It was a perfect shot, she pushed her hole open as his cock head hit her ring dead centre and entered her. She felt him stiffening inside her as she rode him.
Jeff kept repeating, “Oh fuck Kathy, Oh fuck Kathy”
And then, “Oh shit Kathy, Oh shit”
Kathy felt his cream fill her arse. She rode him as hard as she dared to without letting his cock plop out, ad when she knew he had finished, she quickly spun round on top of him and went down on his softening dick.
She sucked her arse juice from him feasting on the mildly shitty but gloriously filthy flavour.
Her arse was right in front of Jeff’s nose. He could smell it, and his cum, and the strong odour of a woman that’s had a busy day, but he resisted the temptation to lick it. In face, he was not tempted at all.
Kathy new that Jeff lost any urge he might have had as soon as he had cum so she respectfully got off him, knowing that he would be needing to go to the bathroom, but also knowing that she had an arse full of tasty cum.
As soon as Jeff went through the bedroom door she was squatting on her hand farting the cum out into her palm and enjoying her favourite cocktail.
Kathy slept really well that night…………..
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Office dream part 7

My blood boiled as I thought about my HIM, my colleague, sitting at the desk opposite to mine. It all started off as innocent flirting …

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taking control

This all started when my wife was trying to quite smoking. She had been have a hard time of it, and was seeing hypnotist shrink to try to quit. Personally at the time, I thought it was stupid ideal, but she felt it was helping. One day I went with her to see if she was throw away our money on with this type of treatment. I was upset to be told that I couldn’t go in with my wife for her session. While I waiting, I asked to use the restroom but the doctor’s public restroom was out of order. Already upset that I couldn’t go into the session, my complaining got me the use of the doctor’s private restroom.
In the bathroom I could heard someone talking and recognized my wife’s voice. The vent in the bathroom must also have run right in the exam room. I figured even though I couldn’t be in the room I could listen in. So I climbed up on the toilet to get close to the vent to hear. The doctor was in the process of hypnotizing her. After she was under he told her how much she hated cigarettes and so on.
“This was the bullshit, I was paying for!” I thought to my self.
Ss I was about to step down when I heard the doctor say.
“It time for your ejection.”
I didn’t know my wife was getting shots. She had never said, she was. Plus I hadn’t heard the doctor snap her out of her trance.
“Raise your skirt and lower your panties. Hmmm, you have a beautiful ass, Gwen. Bend over my desk.”
What had this quack just say?
“Gwen, doesn’t my needle feel good in your pussy?”
This quack wasn’t talking about giving her a shot in the ass he was talking about sticking his cock in my wife’s pussy, in fact he already was.
“Oh yesss.” I heard my wife moan.
Now I know that as a husband I should have race in there and beating the crap out of this quack doctor, before he was allowed to rape my wife anymore. But I happen to be one of those husbands that have fantasies about my wife with other men. Gwen had made it clear she wasn’t ever going to make that happen, so this was the closest I was ever going to get my cock was already hard as a rock in my pants. So for the next five minutes or so I listen to this quack doctor fuck my wife. Their moans made my cock throb, and I couldn’t help it I began rub my hard-on through my pants as I listen to my wife being raped. Then I heard the doc grunt and I knew he was cumming. I wondered if he was cum in my wife’s cunt. Gwen always make me wear a cum so she not on any birth control so I had mixed feelings. If he was cumming in her cunt and got her pregnant I have to kill the little bastard but the ideal of another cum in her was exciting.
I was in disbelief when I heard the doc shaky voice say.
“Now Gwen scope some my cum off your ass and lick you fingers clean. You like that? You like the taste of my cum?”
“Ohh, yesss!”
I couldn’t believe I heard my wife say that or I should say moan that. I had to beg for a blow job, because Gwen didn’t like the feel or taste of cum and this fucker had her eat his. Sure, she was in a trance but fuck, she was doing it and moaning as if she loved it. That was too much for me. I felt my cum shoot into my shorts.
“Get dressed and have a sit, when you get home go shower and clean up.”
After she was back in her seat the Doc told her when she awakes she would remember nothing that happened in the office and next visit when she hears the words.
“Come in and sit.”
She would return to this deep trance state then when she heard
“123 Wake up.”
she would wake up.
As Gwenye woke up, I slipped out of the bathroom and returned to the waiting room. As I looked around at the ladies in the room I wondered how many others this quack was doing this too. This fucker was probable raping half the women in the room, honestly I would wanted to fuck them too.
I only knew that today was the last day he be fucking my wife, if I could figure a way to stop her without blowing the whistle on what had happen in the office.
I mean I couldn’t just say.
“Honey you can’t go back to that doctor any more.”
“Why, Dear?”
“Because he was fuck you while you were in that trance.”
“What! How do you know that?”
“Well, at your last visit I was listen to him rape you and got so excited I cum in my shorts. That’s how!”
When we got home Gwen head to the shower while I tried to figure out what to do about what had happened. I know, I was wrong, but instead of being worried about my wife being rape, I was horny. You get bored after so many years of the same thing and hearing my wife get fucked, one my private fantasy had made me horny as hell. Beside my wife was cheerful and laugh as if nothing happen and to her nothing had.
Then the thought occurred to me. I wondered if I could hypnotize her, too. I know enough that the suggestion was still in her mind. When she came out of the shower and walked into the room in her robe.
I said.
“Come in and sit.”
She stopped and stared straight ahead as if in a trance. It worked, I had to make sure.
“Take your robe off.”
She did. Gwen was naked.
“Play with your nipples.”
I watched as my wife’s fingers caressed and toyed with her nipples, the whole time I was rubbing my cock through my shorts. I love my wife’s thick nipples, but she hates it when I pay attention only to her nipples, she likes her whole breast caressed. After about five minutes her nipples were harder and bigger then I had every seen them. There was a look on her face, it hard to describe. She was kind of staring straight head, but she was starting to chew her bottom lips like she does when she begins to get hot and bother. Walked over and checked, damn if even in a trance, her pussy was getting wet.
This was going to be good.
“Knell and blow me.”
Silently Gwen knelt down, pulled my shorts down and took me in her mouth.
“Don’t stop till I cum straight down your throat.”
If this worked, this is the first time after close to nineteen years of marriage she would blow me till I climaxed and after a minute or two that what I did.
I blow my load down my wife’s throat, she gagged a little but she took it. Again, I knew enough about hypnotism that I couldn’t make my wife do anything she didn’t want to; even when hypnotized, so after close to nineteen years of marriage I found out my proper little wife had an inner slut. I wanted to explore that slut to the fullest.
I told her to put her robe on then I instructed her.
“Tomorrow, you’ll be horny all day. You’ll think of sex and nothing else. Everything you see will remind you of sex. I have to work all day and when you man get home in the evening you are to seduce him, to get what you wanted.”
Our boys where staying with their friends so I was not worried about them being home.
“All you will want is to rip your man’s clothes off and fuck your man all night long. Do you understand?” I said.
“Yes.” She said.
Then before I woke her up I told her that she was not happy with that quack doctor any more and she wanted stop going to see him.
After I brought her out of the trance I almost laughed.
When she said “I needed to brush my teeth before bed. I’ve the funniest taste in my mouth.”
The next day at work I couldn’t wait to get home, all I could think about was how horny Gwen would be. I was pulling on to our street right at dark I had worked a little extra longer I wanted my wife’s pussy dripping wet. As I started turn into the drive way, I saw someone walk in the house. I pulled in wondering who it could be. Why I don’t know but I walked up to the window and could see it was one of my sons.
Being twins most people couldn’t tell one from the other, but if I pay attention tell my boys apart, it was Ben. The older one, if you can called being born two minutes ahead of his brother older. They did so, my wife and I had to also.
That when Gwen walked into the room and is only wearing a t-shirt.
“Shit, I thought, “when her man comes home that could also mean her sons too.”
I should have put a stop to it then, but honestly I read incest stories and the mother-son ones always got me off big time. So I had to see if anything was going to happen. Gwen walked over to Ben and kissed him on the lips. Not a motherly kiss but a deep, hard, tongue down you throat kiss. Ben didn’t know what was going on, but honestly he didn’t fight his mom too hard, in fact after only a few second it looked as if he was kissing her back.
After they broke their kiss Gwen walked Ben over to the couch and began stripping his clothes off. While I’m watched this through the living room window my cock was throbbing. Yesterday, I found out my wife’s doctor was hypnotizing her and then rape her in his office and I had been able to listen in. dreaming about watching my wife with another man.
Now here I could see it happening. That’s when I remembered that I couldn’t make my wife do anything she didn’t want to even when hypnotized. So did that mean that my wife had sexual desires for her sons? It sure looked like it!
I watched as she sat him down on the couch and took his cock in her mouth and starts sucking on it. Damn, her head was bobbing up and down a mile a minute. With that kind of a suck job going Ben was hard in less than a minute and as soon as it was hard enough for Gwen mount our son’s hard prick. It disappeared up her cunt in one stroke. Her head went back and I could almost hear her moaning through the closed window. I watched as my wife rode our son’s cock hard and fast, humping up and down on him moaning and thrusting herself up and down on him. I should have put a stop to it, but honestly I was wondering more if the neighbors would be able to see me because I wanted so bad to take out my cock and jerked it.
Then I saw Gwen’s head go back and Ben was grabbing his mother’s ass, squeezing it. I had a feeling that they both just climax. Then was when it hit me.
“Fuck! Ben wasn’t wearing a condom! Shit! he might have just knocked up his own mother!”
After a few minutes Gwen got up and took our son’s hand led him back towards our bedroom
“Shit!” I thought, “I said to her, she would want to fuck her man all night.”
That when I came in my pants the same way I did the day before.
Gwen and our son, Ben walked down the hall toward the bedrooms. I just stand there a little shocked thinking I needed to stop this but for some reason instead of going in the house and announcing, “I’m home!”
I snuck around back and peer in our bedroom window.
Being in the back yard I was not worried about the neighbor’s so I unzipped and took out my cum covered cock, I used the cum as lube to begin jerking it back to full hardness.
Gwen had removed the only thing she was wearing, her shirt. Ben stood in front of her his eyes were glued to his mom’s tits. She took his hand and put it on the left one and reached down and grabbed his dick. Being teenager, it was soft long. Gwen slides up on the bed and pulled Ben on top of her. After another, deep tongue in mouth kiss; Ben raised himself up on his knees and Gwen spread her legs for him. She reached between her legs to her hairy mound and spread her lips flashing her sweet pink to our son.
Seeing this, I thought to myself how I had always wanted her to shave that hairy fucking bush that was something to remember, “Tell her to that monkey bald!”
Funny want you think of as you watch your son mount his own mother.
He put his dick against his mother’s opening. The same one he squeezed out of 18 years ago and pushed in. On his face, I saw a look of pure pleasure. He was enjoying his mother’s hot cunt.
It last longer this time, I matched; my son stroke for stroke but after only a few minutes I could see he was stiffing again. Ben was cumming in his mom for the second time, maybe even seeding her womb. Gwen wrapped her legs around him tightly, holding him deep in her. I watched for the first time want I had always been involved with, watched my wife as she climaxed. She was only second after Ben, maybe even at the same time, it was that close! I followed shoot my cum on the back of the house. She held him in her with her legs till he relaxed on top of her.
“I have to be more careful with everything I tell her while she is hypnotized.” I thought to myself as I zipped up. “From now on I’ll have to use names so she doesn’t get the wrong guy, next time.”
I need to get her to stop what she doing. I remembered when I was Ben age I could get off a dozen time in a day. If I didn’t stop them, Ben would knock up his mom for sure before the night was over. I went around the house and made plenty of noise as I walk in the house. I hear Ben run to his room and his door shut. A few minutes later Gwen came down the hall with her bath rob on.
“Honey, how was work?”
She came up to me and gave me a hug, like she hadn’t just fucked another guy.
“Are you hungry? I can fix you something.”
“No, I ate before I came home.”
“Ok I’m going to take a shower. I feel dirty. I’ll be out in a little bit.”
“I bet, that pussy needs a good cleaning doesn’t it Gwen?”
I thought to myself. She acted like nothing happened. Pretended like everything was normal and turned and went into the bathroom. As I fixed a drink to relax and to think about what I should do about everything that had happen in the last two days. My son, Ben came out of his room.
I asked, “Hey sport, what are you doing home?”
Ben said, “Forget a movie that we wanted to watch tonight. See tomorrow morning, Dad”
As he talked to me he turned red from embarrassment but he had a smile on his face. After he left, I fixed another drink and return to think about what I should do, and want I wanted to do.
Want I wanted to do, won out.
Gwen was always so shy and never showed her body dressing so conservative, long dresses if she wore a dress and her shorts, were always half way to her knees. That was all going to change. I decided going to have fun with my wife, there were several nasty fantasy I had always want to do, but Gwen would never have agree to any of them. I had always wanted to use my wife like a slut, make her fuck other guys but her son that should never have happen. But it did, and I was sure turn on by it, but I let her keep fucking Ben might get out and then the family would be in trouble.
I went to the bathroom and walk in. The shower was still on but Gwen was out drying off. Her back was turned to me and I looked her up a down. Her beautiful plump ass was sticking out and her just fucked pussy lips were peeking out at me from between her thighs, they were slightly rosy pink. I suddenly remembered my plans for tonight was to fuck the hell out of my wife before Ben had got it the mix.
I said the command, “come in and sit.”
Gwen started to turn but froze and stared straight ahead. I shut off the shower and stare at my wife. After nineteen years of marriage and two kids she didn’t like bad for a football mom. Her full tits sagged slightly but her nipples thick and plump and jutted out when they were hard. Gwen hated that her nipples were so clear visible when they were hard. I reach over and squeeze, pulled, twisted them making them harder under my touch.
I said “This is the last night I want to fuck that hairy fucking bush of yours, Gwen!”
I instructed her that tomorrow she was to trim her pussy hair back, to leave just a little patch of hair above her slit the rest was to be bald. Then I told her she would not fuck Ben again. That had been a mistake, but she was not to feel guilty about it but never tell anyone.
I said “Gwen, you are to dress sexier from now on. Wear short shorts and miniskirts or what ever I tell you to from now on.”
Finally I added “Gwen, you will let me fuck you anytime, anyway I want. You will be more vocally when you are fucked; not just when you are cumming. Now 123 wake up.”
Gwen woke up and returned to drying off as if I had said, nothing to her. When she bend over to dry her legs some more, I slide my finger between her pussy lips and up into her wet cunt. Gwen moaned as my fingers found her clit. After pumping her cunt for a few minutes I pulled her back, sat her on the sink, she didn’t resist. In fact, she spread her legs willingly. I took out my dick, it was rock hard from all this control I had over her. I slammed it up in to her pussy. It felt so wet from her earlier fucking. This was a new experience Gwen wasn’t into sloppy seconds if I got to cum in her without a condom on, I wasn’t going to get anymore until she clean up.
I pump my wife as hard as I could slide all my cock out and then slamming it back into her. The sink was rocking and her back was up against the mirror. If the sink was cold on her ass or the mirror her back, she didn’t complain. In fact, she was too busy moan and begging for me to slam her cunt harder. I love it hear my proper little wife moaning and begging to be fucked. I grunted and she screamed as I climaxed filling her and even shot some on her stomach as I pulled out.
After that I said “I needed a shower!”
Gwen said “I could use another one too!”
It was sexy soaping each other up. We hadn’t showered together in years. Having cum three times even Gwen soapy hands slide over my cock and rubbing my balls only got me half hard. The sound of the running water however had an effect on me. Thanks to the two drinks while I was thinking about what I should do. I had to pee. That was when a nasty ideal ran through my head.
Before I could stop myself, I gave the command. Gwen stiffened I moved her out of the spray of the shower and had her kneel down, cupped her boobs and tilt her head back.
Before I made myself realize how wrong I was I aimed my cock at my wife and let out a stream of golden piss.
My bladder felt so full and I coated my wife’s boobs with me urine. The sight was awesome and Gwen added to it, she was chewing on her bottom lip, something she only does when she is getting hot. This night had been so nasty, but I made it nastier before I finished peeing.
I order me beautiful wife of almost nineteen years, the mother of my children; to take my cock in her mouth and drink my piss. The felling combine with the nastiest of the act added to my wife’s hot mouth around my cock, cause me to loss control I grabbed Gwen’s wet hair and began fucking her face.
Groaning, “Suck it¼ you whore, suck¼ it,” I rammed my cock down my wife’s throat making her gag!
Then surprisingly I grunted, “Drink my cum, slut!”
I cum for the fourth time, I couldn’t believe it. It was like I was a teenager again. 6 months ago I was luck to cum 4 times in a month. I ordered Gwen to clean the smell of urine of her boobs and her body and brush her teeth before coming to bed.
I was already lying in our bed when Gwen came naked in from her shower, she was smiling. As she dug out some black see through lingerie and slipped it on.
She said, “I very tired tonight. I should get a good night sleep.”
We both slept in the next morning and when I woke I found our boys had not returned yet from their friend’s house. That meant I might get some play time in with Gwen before they came home.
I walked outside for my morning paper I saw Dave our neighbor walking up to the house but he didn’t see me. Dave much older than Gwen and I are. He kind of, looks like the classic grandfather on TV, and he is a grandfather, too. He was alright for a neighbor I guess, but was kind of noisy like some neighbors can be. I didn’t complain because I felt sorry for him, his wife had passed way about 2 years ago. From the way I had seen him looking at Gwen, I know he like what he saw. Hell, I sure did, now more than ever. He came to the door wearing his normal tee shirt and sweat pants.
I decided to make his day, hell, maybe his year. Gwen was still just in her black lingerie. So I had her put a robe on over it and go tell Dave I was not home, but invite him in for a cup of coffee. After getting the coffee, she was to leave him in the kitchen and come back to me. Under my control, she did every thing I asked her to do. Gwen went to the door and let him in, sat him down at the kitchen table with his coffee and then she came back to me.
I instructed, “Go back out and flirt a little with Dave, to let your robe fall open a little and after 5 min come back to me but in the wash room.”
Bard walked down the hall. As she did, I snuck down the hall, the other way and into the wash room through a second door. The wash room other door opens into the kitchen. I peaked out the door in the kitchen. Gwen got Dave, a second cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from him. As she did, her rob fell open. I could see her boobs easily and make out her nipples from were I was so Dave couldn’t miss them. he didn’t he was sat there, staring at them.
You could tell, he was nervous but had trouble keeping his eyes off Gwen’s body. She stood up and went too the sink to do dishes. I could hear her talking to Dave about the weather and everything else neighbors talk about. She had her back to him and all he was doing was staring at her butt as it wiggled as she dried dishes, even a few times her robe rode up he could see the bottom curve of her butt-cheeks. I could see under the table from where I was that Dave’s hand was on his erection.
After five minutes of this, Gwen said, “I have to check the laundry be right back.”
Then she came to me in the wash room.
I whispered to Gwen as I rubbed her clit, ”Gwen, you starting to feel really horny. You want to do something about it. You can’t wait for me to home to take care of it. Do anything you wanted to, to take care of your need even if you have to fuck Dave but don’t let Dave cum in you.”
Gwen and I had our twin boys when we were teenagers. We tried having more children with no luck. Our doctor told us that it would be hard if not impossible for us to have more children. So Gwen doesn’t use any birth control. I use condoms most of the time to make Gwen happy. It was bad enough that she had fucked taken two loads form me and two from our son Ben with out protection. I wasn’t about to press my luck even if I was willing to let her fuck our neighbor.
She took off her robe and put it in the washer then turned wearing only her black see-through lingerie went back into the kitchen. Dave’s mouth fell open at the sight of Gwen. In seconds there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
Dave said “I have work to…I need…to go.”
Gwen walked over and stopped him and sat on his lap straddled him. In one motion pulled her lingerie off and stuck her boobs in his face. That old guy wasn’t about to refuse a tit in his face. He sucked on her tit like a new born baby. Now total naked, Gwen humped her crotch against Dave like a stripper in heat. After a little grinding action, she reached down and freed his dick from his sweat pants. It was short but thick as hell. Gwen raised herself up and slowly sank onto it. Groaning, the whole time that his cock was stretching her insides.
Dave said nothing as she started getting into a rhythm. She kissed him full on the lips as she wiggled her hips back and forth on him. Grinding her cunt on his thick cock. Moaning, how thick it was! Groaning, how it was stretching her wide! Grunting, about how good it felt!
I was stroking my cock watching my wife hump herself silly on that thick meat inside her. I guess that Dave hadn’t had sex in a long time because he suddenly grunted and wrapped his arms around Gwen held her tight. She began pushing against him trying to get up but Dave was to strong.
“Shit! It was fucking happening again!” I cursed to myself, I couldn’t reveal myself to help my wife because I would reveal I was a pervert watching a old man fuck my wife.
His cumming inside of Gwen triggered her climax and her head went back and she screamed she was cumming even as she trying to obey my orders. Trying to get off Dave’s cock even as he was squirting cum up inside her. Once he had finished cumming he released her and Gwen got off his cock as if it was burning her. The front of Dave’s sweat pants were damp from my wife’s juices it looked as if he had pissed his pants. I don’t think he cared at the moment. His dick was now soft as can be, the old man was spent.
My wife said nothing as Dave put away is cock and left. I walked into the kitchen my cock was hard as a rock.
I said to her, “You a very bad girl for letting Dave cum inside you.”
She began crying saying “I tried to obey but Dave had been too strong.”
I smiled and told her “Bend over the table for your punishment, bad girl.”
Her bare ass was beautiful in the air and added to this sultry picture her cunt was leaking Dave’s cum down her legs. I brought my hand down on her ass cheeks a dozen times turning her white ass, a shade of beautiful pink.
After I finished punishing her, I ordered her to give me a lap dance, to rub her slut ass against my hard cock till I shoot my cum all over it. The tears, she cried as she humped her stinging ass against my crotch didn’t stop me, nor her grunts of pain as I pulled and twisted her nipples. Then she lifted up and my cock shifted in position, like it knew where it wanted to be. When she came down, my cock slide between her pussy lips. She continued grinding herself against me, obeying my order for a lap dance even with my cock buried in her cunt. I grunted and added more cum to my wife’s cunt. When Gwen stood up, out slide my cock and white goo began leaking out of her. A quick order and Gwen’s hand caught the white stuff plopping out of her. I smiled as she leaked her hand clean before going to clean up. now having taken six loads of cum in two days from three different men, I decided that as soon as possible Gwen needed to be on birth control I would have her call for a doctor’s appointment on Monday.
The boys called and asked since it was Saturday if they could stay another night over at their friend’s house. It was fine by me. It just meant I have more time for fun and games with Gwen. After a long bath Gwen in which shaved her pussy bald I allowed her to put on only a t-shirt that was too small. Her nipples were clearly visible. All afternoon I watched Gwen’s bare butt as she did her house work. The sight of her sweet ass wiggling around all day had me horny as hell and made me think about fucking her ass that night. We had only tried anal once and Gwen had cried about it hurting too much to every try again.
But with her under my spell I didn’t care about anything but using my wife’s for my pleasure, and I was thinking about making that sweet tight ass gape like a porno sluts before the night was out. But my plans changed when Mandy, Gwen’s mom called to say she wanted to come over for dinner. Mandy was always given me hell.
She always said “The only reason her daughter, Gwen ever married me was because I had knocked her up.”
So I was looking forward to her visit. It also meant that my nearly naked wife would have to get dressed. So I was in a piss mood till about half way through dinner.
Then Mandy asked, “So Gwen, how are you doing with you attempt to quit smoking? Is that hypnotist I sent you to helping?”
That’s when it dawned on me. Mandy was the one that got Gwen to go to the doctor after he had helped her to stop smoking. I wondered if she could have been controlled like Gwen. When Gwen went into the kitchen I saw a chance to see if it would work.
I said the command, “Come in and sit.”
Mandy stared straight ahead.
“Mandy, you ok?”
She nodded her head. It seemed to worked she was in my control.
“Go the couch and sit down, and close your eyes.” I said.
She did just that. My wife was in the kitchen while her mom was on the couch in my control. I had to figure out what I was going to do. I went to the kitchen and put Gwen under and told her to go to bed as she was tired, nothing would woke her until the morning.
I went back into the living room. Gwen’s Dad had died years ago and I doubted if Mandy had let another man anywhere near her pussy.
With Mandy under my spell, I said to her, “Mandy, you are horny, very horny.” she began shifting in her seat.
“You think I’m very sexy and you want to seduce me. You can’t control yourself and you will do anything I say from now on. If I tell you to jump, you jump. If I want you to play with your self, you do it. Understand?”
“Yes” she replied. I woke her up. “Where’s Gwen?”
“She went to bed, she was tired.” I said.
Mandy got this smile on her face and asked if I could rub her back.
“Sure” I said.
She lay down on the couch slipping her shirt off then she laid face down on the couch. As I rubbed her back, my heart began pounding harder.
I couldn’t believe I was going to fuck my mother-in-law. Since getting married the only woman I had ever fucked was Gwen. Sure I had gone to strip club and seen other women naked but I only stuck my cock in Gwen. Until now, Mandy had been a pain in my butt for years so tonight I pay her back by being a pain in hers.
I unhooked her bra while I rubbed her back she just lay there and moaned how good my hands felt. After a few minutes I put her back under then I told her to stand up. She did so letting her bra fall to the floor. Her boobs were smaller than Gwen but like Gwen her nipples were big and thick.
“Take all your clothes off.” I sit there and watch her strip.
She had a hairy bush it had so much hair that it stuck out the side of her cotton panties.
“Fuck, it run in the family.” I thought.
“Tomorrow, Mandy you will shave this mess bald. Go out and buy some thong underwear. I want you to flash me your ass from now on when you come over here. You understand?”
Mandy nodded. “Turn around and spread your ass I want to see your hole.”
I pull my pants off my cock was throbbing, in the last three day so many nasty thing had happen. I listen to my wife’s doctor hypnosis my wife and rape her, I seen my son, Ben and my neighbor, Dave fuck my wife. I had made my wife blow me and cum in her mouth, even pissed on her, even in her mouth. Made her shave her mound bald and had her spend the day nearly naked.
And now I was about to rim my Mother-in-law’s ass before fucking her ass. Damn life was good. I took over spread Mandy’s cheek before kissing her asshole then licking it and sliding my tongue as deep in her ass as I could get it. Mandy gripped the couch as I tongue her hole and fingered her clit. Those two things soon had her moaning about needing a hard cock. So standing behind her I rubbed my cock head up her against her ass holed that made Mandy moan. Smiling to myself that my mother-in-law was acting like a bitch in heat.
I pulled back. “Here it comes.”
With a hard thrust forward my cock head sank into my mother-in-law’s ass. She screamed and pushed her face into the couch cushions as I sank into her ass to my balls.
After she had stopped screaming, I whispered into her ear, “You like your ass fucked, getting a cock up your ass makes you cum harder then getting fucked in the cunt. You loved it and beg for it ever time you want to be fucked.”
I began thrusting in and out slowly as Mandy began begging for me to fuck her harder. As my strokes began harder and faster her moans became louder. I told her to rub her clit while I fucked her tight ass rub it hard and fast. I told her if she needed to scream do it into a pillow. She came almost instantly her muffled scream of pleasure were a turn-on. 3 or four times back to back, her climax ripped through her before I emptied my balls deep into Mandy’s ass. We stay locked together till my cock soften and slide out of Mandy’s ass. I spread her cheeks and her asshole gape open wider than it had it first time I had seen it but now my cum was leaking out. It was a nasty sight that made me want to stick my tongue up her ass.
I ran my finger up and down her slit that brought a whimper out of her, her pussy was soaking wet.
“Does that pussy’s need some thing in it, Mandy?” I asked.
“Oh please.” Mandy whimpered.
I walked to the kitchen and quickly found what I was looking for a thick bumpy cucumber.
I handed her the cucumber and smiling I said “go fuck yourself, Mandy.”
Mandy took the cucumber and looked at it and blinked. For a second I thought she was snapping out of the trance, and been I be in deep shit. Then Mandy started to insert it into her pussy.
“No, turn it around use the thick end.” I said.
As I had told her Mandy placed the thickness end against her open and began push it in. She began grunt say it was too big, I didn’t care I order her to get it in there.
That green monster was thicker than me by some and it looked thicker than Dave’s cock by a little bit and Gwen had groaned about Dave’s cock stretching her wide. I wanted to see if Mandy could handle it. I watched it disappear into Mandy inch by pussy stretching inch until only a small tip was visible outside her body. Mandy was breathing heavy and complaint was it was cold from the refrigerator. I watching as Mandy’s cunt muscle began squeeze the big green vegetable cock out of her hairy hole. It was quite a sight. Once there was enough out for her to get a grip on I order her to begin pump it in and out.
For five minutes I watched my mother-in-law fuck herself, moaning the whole time that how it was stretching her inside. She went slowly at first because of the size of it, but soon under my order she was pounding her cunt hard and fast. My eyes were glued to the sight of Mandy abusing her pussy. I had a prefect view when Mandy yanked the big monster out of her and liquid began shooting out of her hole. At first I thought she was pissing then I realized the liquid was shooting from her cunt hole. I was seeing my very first female ejaculation. My mother-in-law was a squirter.
I had grown hard again after watching my mother-in-law’s climax. I moved between her legs and Mandy jumped when my cock-head touched her pussy lips.
“I am too sensitive right now for that. Please, no more.” Mandy almost begged.
I didn’t care I wanted her to suffer for all the shit she had put me though over the years. I also want her to climax over and over again I wanted her know I had given her an incredible night of pleasure too.
“Scream into a pillow if you need to but I am fucking you until I cum deep inside your cunt like I did your ass.” I said.
As I jammed my cock pass her swollen tender pussy lips as deep into her as I could. Mandy grabbed a pillow and began scream almost as soon as my cock touched her lips. On every down stroke I grinded my crotch against hers, bring whimpers of pain and moans of pleasure out of Mandy.
She had stretched out that pussy of hers, and she was sloppy wet. I smiled to myself, it was going to take awhile for me to get off. My retreat from her cunt was slowly, but my invasion was fast and hard followed by me grinding against her. Mandy push against, trying in vain to push me out of her, but the powerful orgasms she had already had, from my anal assault and the brutal cucumber fuck had her weak.
Her pussy was betraying her, with a new climax that my invading cock drew out of her, she became weaker and weaker. After a good ten minute of my slow redraws and pounding thrusts, Mandy was a whimpering wreck just begging me to just finish. Hearing that I began speeding my thrusts and Mandy screamed again in to the pillow as my balls emptied into Mandy’s abused cunt. When I pulled out Mandy’s juices began flow freely out her gaping pussy. Not wanting her and my juices to stain my couch I plugged her leaking hole with her panties. I stuff her panties up inside leaving a small piece for her use to pull them out when she got home. I allow her to sleep for an hour or so and then woke her. She dressed quietly and left.
I woke the next morning thinking of what happened the night before I had raped my mother-in-law, and made her love every minute of it. I was surprised of how much I had enjoy it, I began think about some of the other woman I had seen in the doctor’s office, if I could only get there names and numbers want nasty things I could do.
Just then the phone rang when I answer it I heard Mandy’s voice. Right on time, last night I had instructed her to called and tell how guilty she felt at what had happen but how much she enjoyed it.
“Mike, I’m sorry about last night. I don’t know what came over me, but it felt so good I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want you to stop. I did not mean for that to happen, but is it wrong for me to but I am glad it happen. So please forgive me.”
“Don’t worry about it Mandy I was just as much at fault as you were.”
“Are you going to tell Gwen?”
“No, the truth would only hurt her so we’ll keep it between us, ok?”
“I just feel so guilty, Mike, about enjoying it so much. A mother isn’t supposed to do that with her daughter’s husband.”
“Come over here so we can talk about it.”
“I can’t face Gwen right now knowing what you and I did.”
“Mandy, Gwen is going shopping. We can talk with out her here. So come by here about noon.”
I hung up the phone. Mandy was feeling guilty, good. I want her like that but after last night she was going to do what ever I want. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. Gwen was cooking breakfast she wearing blue see through top and thong panties.
One of the boys was sitting at the table eating so I didn’t walk in. I didn’t know that the boys had come home. I could see he was enjoying the view of his mom’s nearly bare assed naked body. Just staring at her as he eat so I figure it had to be Ben. When my son got up and left the kitchen and I commanded Gwen to come in and sit.
Once she heard the command she stared straight ahead. I told her after breakfast she was going shopping and take the boys. Not to come home till after three. That she was to look at other men and think about how good it would feel to fuck them and if she was about to get any guy alone she could enjoy herself, even go as far as to fuck him. I told her to flirt with Ben, if she wanted to. Flirt or show off her body was ok but no sex. I won’t notice your flirting so you don’t have to worry about me finding out. When Gwen came out of her trance, I said.
“Why don’t you take both boys with you shopping today, Gwen? Ben and Andy both need to get some new shoes.”
“Ok.” is all she said.
I needed to get all of them out of the house so I’d be alone when Gwen’s Mom came over. Gwen left the kitchen to tell the boys to get ready they were going out with her. When I walked in to the living room Gwen was talking to one of the boys sitting with him on the couch. She had her hand on his knee while she was telling him where they were going shopping. My son got nervous when I walked in so I went down the hall toward the bedrooms but I slip into the washroom and then back into the kitchen. I was able to spy on what was happen in the front room this way. Gwen was still talking to our son and rubbing his leg.
Our son was more at ease with out me in the room. Once relaxed Gwen lay across his lap and asked him to rub her back. Our boy began rubbing his mom’s back but his eyes are glued to her nearly bare butt. Every time he rubbed a little higher her night gown rode up more and he got a full view of her butt. I could tell he was having trouble trying to control his breathing. Gwen was getting horny to I could see her hips moving and her own breathing was heavier too. I told her not to go all the way but I wondered how far she would go.
Our son reached down and started rubbing her butt. Gwen let out a slight moan and arched her back. That moan brought a smile to my son’s face so he decided to hold nothing back, his hand slide down between her legs. His hand began moving back and forth over the small piece of material covering his mother bare cunt lips. Gwen tried to get up at this but our son held her down. I could see the lust in his eyes. Gwen is small thing only 120 lbs so the boys are bigger, out weigh her and are much stronger.
He held her down on his lap with his left arm and pushed her panties out of his way with his right.
Gwen said “No, we got to get ready to go shopping. “We can’t go all the way. Ben…stop.”
Then was when our son said, “Mom…I am Andy.”
At that she stopped, “Oh…then it ok, but we can’t be do this here. We need to be alone.”
Andy let his mom up and she went to the hall. Andy followed her. I realizing at that moment I had fucked up again. I had told Gwen to think about fuck other men but there were other men in the house, our sons. I had told her to flirt and she did…get turn-on and horny. I told her if she was alone she could actual fucking them. I felt safe of a half second. Gwen thought I was in our bedroom and Ben was in the boy’s room. They couldn’t use the wash room, some could walk in. So there was not a room for them to be alone in the house. That’s when I realized the bathroom. I hurried to the bathroom. The door was locked, so I pushed my ear to the door. I could hear me wife’s voice.
“Yes, oh yes baby, fuck mommy, fuck her good.”
It was over quickly.
I waited for Gwen in our bedroom. When she came in to get dressed I stop her with the command and checked her, probing her cunt with two fingers, sure enough they came out sticky with cum.
“Fuck, because of my action four different men had cum in her since Thursday and it was only Sunday. I know I had to stop this but I know that I wasn’t strong enough…the hard-on in my pants was proof of that.
I had grown hard listen to Andy fucking my wife, his own mom. So I came up with a plan. I know Mandy would be here soon. So I had let my wife be and after she was dress told me that her and the boys were going shopping and would be home about three acting like nothing just happened.
Mandy showed up at the door 5 minutes after they left. She was crying.
“Come in and sit,” I said as soon as I saw her.
She stared straight ahead.
“When ever I look into your eyes you will be filled with lust for me. You will feel guilty afterward every time but you will not stop wanting me. You are to never tell anyone and always do what ever I tell you. 1 2 3 .wake up” I said to her
She woke up and was still crying. I looked into her eyes.
She said “No, I can’t. It’s wrong,” but she then kissed me.
When we broke the kiss she grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom…to the bed I shared with my wife. We tore off each other clothes and Mandy pushed me down on the bed. My cock was rock hard from knowing that my son, Andy had fucked his mother, and knowing the control I had over both my wife and her mother. I let Mandy climbed on top and grabbed my cock and lower her pussy onto my shaft.
“Fuck you’re so hard. My daughter not taking care of you, is she? Well, do you worry momma going to take care of you right.”
For the next few hours Mandy rode me having several orgasms, and with each one I felt her squirting hot juices pour out of her and over my cock and balls soaking the bed below us. She dangled her tits in my face perfectly for my mouth and teeth to reach. I chewed and sucked her nipples as she humped herself silly on me. Finally I grunted cumming inside her. Mandy sat up and expected my load deep in her cunt.
As she laid there catch our breath Mandy said “You given me… more orgasms in two… fucks then… Gwen’s dad had in the last five yeas of our marriage.”
By the time we both caught our breath, there was no time for more fun Gwen was going to be home soon. So Mandy got dressed and left in a hurry.
When Mandy left I thought about taking a quick shower but I decided I honestly didn’t care that I smelled of sweat and sex. I fixed a drink and waited for Gwen and the boys. I decided I have to tell the boys about my control over the mother. I had to make them believe me and I know how to do it.
When Gwen and the boys got home and Gwen came up to our room looking for me.
“Hey, Honey. The boys and I got some new clothes and some groceries, what you been doing?”
“Nothing, I just took a nap.” I lied.
“Honey, what that smell?” Gwen asked.
I answered her with come in and sit. Gwen stared straight ahead.
“Put on your black bra and panties wait here till I call you. When you come into the front room, this is what I want you to do.” I said as I quickly explain what I wanted to happen.
Then I went knocked on the boys door and asked the boys to come to the front room. I sat across from them as they sat down on the couch.
I said plainly “I knew that both you boys have fucked your mother.”
The boys both went white.
“And honestly it is my fault it all happened.”
For the next twenty minute I explain what was happening and why. When I was done I could see there was some disbelief in their eyes but there was also a look that things began to make since.
“I’ll prove what I am saying is true. Gwen, please come in here.”
Gwen walked into the front in her black bra and panties and stopped.
I smiled and said “Tell the boys what you want to do right now.”
Gwen smiled put her hand on her hips and said, “Boys, I want to suck your cocks and let you cum all over my face, so off with those shorts.”
Both Andy and Ben looked at me stunned. Then Gwen reached between her tits and unbuttoned her bra freeing her tits for the boys. That all it took for the boys to drop their shorts for their mother. For the next few minutes I watched as my wife take turns sucked her son’s cocks, I watched as first one then the other disappeared down Gwen’s throat. It was quite a sight.
That when I said, “Gwen stop. Please go to the bedroom and wait.”
The boys stood there, their shorts around the ankles and their spit shiny cock sticking straight out. Both wanted to know what I was doing. I explained that all three of us had abuse Gwen, using her without her willing consent. Even though she seemed to be willing, she was actually in a trance. In effect we had all raped her, but maybe part of her wanted to be treated this way, because a person even hypnotized will not do something that they were against doing.
So we had to decide; do we stop now. I could command Gwen to forget everything and we just have to act as if nothing had happen. Or do I command her to give in to us, when we want sex, and we use her like a whore. I got the answer I wanted. Both the boys didn’t what to use the mother like a whore but they wanted her to stay willing for anything to happen. Yes, I had rigged the result by have their mother suck them but not finish them off.
I showed my control over their mother and made them think with their cocks not their heads. If I hadn’t I was pretty sure Andy would have freaked even though he had fucked his mother, but Ben, I was sure would not have wanted to change things but why take a chance.
I called Gwen back to the front room she was wearing a white t-shirt that stop just below her tits, her nipples were clearly hard, poking thought her shirt. The only thing else she was wearing were the sheer black panties from the first time she was in the front room. I give her, her commands in front of our sons so they would know the ground rules I had thought up.
First she was to continue to wear little or nothing around the house when doing the house chores. Even if the boy’s friends came over if she was doing house chores she was not to go change. I told Gwen to think about sex all the time, to stay wet and horny. She was to act sexy around the three of us but other then teasing she was not to do anything with the boys.
This brought a protest from Ben and Andy but I calm them telling them that I knew what I was doing.
I said to Gwen “If one of your sons tries anything with you, you are tell him…it’s not right…tell him no but don’t stop him. The boys are much stronger than you. If one of them holds even your hand, you can’t get away but you don’t want to get away because you really want to fuck your sons, as much as they want to fuck you.”
I told Ben and Andy that if they want sex from their mother, they have to start it to make it happen but Gwen would give them anything they wanted.
“Plus when you are with the boys sexual there is no one else there, even in a crowded room of people, to you it just you and them. Understand Gwen?”
I told the boys that way I could watch the action if I wanted to. Andy said “Dad that pretty perverted.”
I shut him by replying, “More pervert then fucking your own mother, beside you didn’t mind me seating her watching when Gwen offered to blow you.”
After I woke Gwen up from her trance, Gwen said “if there is nothing else, I going to get dinner ready, bake something and do some dishes.”
She wiggled her hips as she walks out of the room. After Gwen went into the kitchen I turned on the TV and found a game to watch and the boys went to their rooms. I wasn’t surprised when I saw Ben go in the kitchen. I walked to the kitchen door to see if anything was going to happen
By this time Gwen had dinner and her cake in the oven and was cleaning up her mess. Ben walked up behind his mother and squeezed her butt.
Gwen pulls away “Don’t Ben you’re my son. It’s wrong.”
Ben wraps his arms around her and grabbed her butt again and pulled her into him.
“Come on, mom, you wanted this as much as I do.”
“No, Ben I won’t…” Gwen never finished her sentence as Ben shut her up be kissing her, it was a deep hard kiss.
Ben said after breaking the kiss, “Let’s go to my room.”
“No Ben, please.”
There was not as much protest in Gwen’s voice this time. At that Ben took her arm and pulled her along. Because of my command Gwen just let him lead her to his room. Ben tells his mom to sit down on his bed. Which she did, Ben walked in front of her and drop his pants down. It didn’t seem to bother Ben that I was standing at the door watching.
“Suck me, mom.”
Gwen said “no.”
It was barely a whispers protest. Ben grabbed the back of his mom’s head and pushed her forward. Her mouth opened and she starts sucking him slowly. Her gently sucking had Ben moaning and that brought Andy to his brother’s door. Seeing Andy at the door Ben pulled his now rock hard dick out of his mom’s mouth and told her to go over and suck Andy till he came in her mouth. She gets up and went over to Andy. Andy looked a little shocked. Even though he know what was going to be going on in the house now. I honestly don’t think he would take advantage of his mother’s condition now that he knew about it. So his brother Ben was going to help him out.
Andy didn’t stop his mom as she pulled his jeans down and knelt down in front of him. He didn’t stop her when she started sucking on him. All Andy did was just stare down at his cock disappearing in and out of his mother’s mouth. After a few minutes Andy grabbed his mother head and held her as he climaxed in her mouth. Ben had her pull off her shirt and then removed her panties. I watched my son Ben inhale deep the scent of his mother pussy off her panties before handing them to Andy who did the same.
Ben had his mother lay on the floor and slid between her legs.
“No, Ben…stop…please we can’t.”
Bard weak protested did nothing to stop him from slide up into her.
Once his cock was in Gwen, “oh yes, please fuck mommy good.”
Andy sat and watched as his brother fucked in and out of their mother’s cunt. It was then that the oven went off and I calmly walked into the kitchen and took dinner out leaving my wife on the floor being fucked by her own son. I checked on them several time over the next hour Ben and Andy took turns fucking their mother in different position. Both of them climaxed in their mother several times, feeding her mouth and pussy a couple of loads of hot cum. Gwen moaned and begged for ever drop of cum her son’s balls could provide her.
When both boys looked spent, I said “it was time to eat.”
“Can I go now boys?” Gwen asked stroking her son’s now limp cocks.
“Sure mom, thanks.” Together the boys said.
Gwen got dressed and went to set the table. As if nothing had happen she was smiling but she looked a little tired.
After dinner she soaked in the tub for over an hour before coming to bed. In bed we talked about the day she had. There was a guilty look on her face, which was a turn-on, since I know what she had been doing.
As far as she knew when she was with the boys getting banged I was out of the house. She was partly embarrassed, partly ashamed but I could tell she was horny too. As soon as I was undressed exposing my hard-on to Gwen, she wanted to know if we could fuck. She climb on top of me and rode me. As she ground her crotch against mine she yelped a little in pain.
I knew that the boys had fucked her good and hard for over an hour so her pussy had to be a little sore. But Gwen acted like a whore in heat grinding against me hard. We fucked like this until she climaxed several times and I felt a trickle of something hot roll over my cock and down my balls. I was thrilled like her mother Gwen was squirting her juices on me. I was spent but I was surprised that Gwen was still horny. She was willing to suck my cock even though it was covered in her and my cum. I looked at the time it was only 9:30 pm I put Gwen under.
“Call Dave, tell him I’m out with the boys and you have a leak in the kitchen. And need help.”
As Gwen got up and left the room I when and checked on the boys. Both of them were out. I move to the wash room to watch like I did the first time.
When Gwen and Dave walked in to the kitchen he asked, “Gwen, Where’s the leak?”
“The leaks between my legs.” She said as she dropped her robe standing in front of him naked.
All Dave said was “I can’t believe this.”
As Gwen knelt and took his cock in her mouth. As soon as he was hard, he bent her over the coffee table in the kitchen and slide into her from behind.
“Damn you wet, Gwenye.” Dave said.
I almost laughed sure she was in the last few years she had taken a load of cum from three different cock was would soon be taking a fourth. Gwen started humping back into Dave as he humped forward. Even fucking with pussy full of cum for lube and pussy stretched by three cocks Gwen was moan that Dave thick member was stretching her inside. Dave was smiling as he climaxed inside Gwen. He held her against his crotch until he went soft and slipped out.
Gwen smiled “thanks for helping with my leak.”
Dave smiled and said “Anytime.”
Gwen sat there for a few minutes before I walked in my cock hard in my hand and seeing me stroking myself she starts playing with herself. Gwen was now out of control and I was loving it. Her pussy lips were bright pink from the pounding that she had taking today. It only took a second or two, rubbing her super-sensitive clit to make her begin squirting. It wasn’t a trickle like in the bedroom it looked like she was pissing the floor. That sight set me off and I shoot several squirts of white cum on my wife’s tits.
As we tried to catch our breaths I notice the boys both standing there naked, they had hard-ons and a look of lust on their faces. I guess we had made too much noise. The look on Gwen was one of total sexual satisfaction and total exhaustion, she was spent. I didn’t try and stop the boys as they picked up their mother and carried her to thier bedroom.
Gwen was weakly begged them saying “No…please…stop.”
I walked down and watched a few minutes but even what I saw was not enough to get me hard again. I was spent, too. Ben was on his back, his mother laid on top of him his arm wrapped around his mother to hold her.
Honestly she no longer had the strength to push off him even if she wanted to. Her weak moan told me she didn’t as Ben pumped his cock up into his mother’s cunt. Gwen’s butt quivered I knew she was close to a powerful orgasm. Then Andy got on top of his mom. So with Ben underneath, Gwen in the middle Andy mounted his mom, the little bastard was getting his mom ass. This put Gwen over the edge. She moaned and wiggled and climaxed again and again as both boys shoot their cum deep in their mother’s body. That was it they all collapsed on the bed. Seeing this I was done I went to my room and climbed into bed.
The next morning when I get up Gwen is not in bed with me. She had stayed in bed with our sons sleeping sound all night. I went down the hall and knock on the door to get them up and clean up for school.
I was not surprised to see both my sons getting a blowjob from their mother before they head to school. After the boys left Gwen still naked began stripping Ben bed and put on new linens, just doing her normal house chores. When she came out and saw me, she was surprised she had thought I had left. She walked down the hall and dropped the soiled linens from Ben bed off in the wash room then she walked back to the bathroom and went in to take a shower. It was so surreal and sexy to watch my wife walk around naked.
I walked into the bathroom and tried to touch my wife between her legs, she stopped me. Claiming that she felt she was getting yeast infection, I know it was that her pussy was too sore from all the fuck yesterday. I smiled at that, I left the house after a quick blowjob.
So what did the future hold for my family, about three week later we found out that Gwen was pregnant. I wasn’t really surprised.
I didn’t stop the fun for a few months. Not until Gwen started showing during the second trimester.
I guess Dave had thought it was his because he sold his house and moved away. With Gwen unable to take care of me and the boys, I let the boys in on the fact I could control their grandmother too. I wasn’t surprised that boys had no problems with fucking their grandmother. The boys even brought over the whole defense from their football team one weekend and Mandy got the gangbang of a lifetime.
Gwen give birth to two beautiful baby girls, another set of twins. I had her tubes tied so no more accidents could happen. Around this time Ben started dating this girl, Jeanie who told Ben that she thought that Gwen was sexy. So of course I had Gwen began a lesbian affair with Jeanie after a few months. Ben and I caught the two of them together. After explain we had set it up Jeanie became a willing partner in our family fun.
After awhile Jeanie introduced our family to her Uncle Jack and his daughter CC who it turned out were lovers. Andy fell in love with CC and they got married. Love stuck twice and Jack ended up marrying Mandy becoming Gwen’s new Daddy. Ben and Jeanie had kids together but never married. My twin daughter’s Kathy and Mary were raised in up know al about family love. So when they were fourteen they both wanted their brother Ben to take the cherries. Honestly I think the Ben was their father, since he got Jeanie pregnant twice both times she had twin boys.
Family loving has been part of my family now for thirty years. So I wasn’t even surprised when my daughter Kathy said she was marrying Ben Jr. Who, I still feel is really her brother not her cousin like she thinks. I am now in my late seventy. Both Mandy and Jack are gone. Gwen passed away a few years ago, too. Mainly now, at the family reunion I just get to watch my great grand children and my great-great grand children. But every once in awhile one of the ladies in our family drops by the house and thanks me for watch the kids with a quick fuck or a blowjob.
It’s been a strange life but I would never change a thing.

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a life of service 6

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He held her by the pony tail with his left hand as he used his right hand to click through the photos he had on his phone which he held above her head where she could not see them. He sat comfortably on his couch in the living room as Sandra knelt between his legs.
She wondered where he got these panties from. They where small on her. They looked like a girls panties. But she obeyed with out question when he told her to put them on. She was not surprised that when she joined him in the living room he merely grabbed her hair and forced feed her his hard dick. Sometimes she could cum from him just using her mouth. It made her hot that he used her throat for masturbation. She sometimes liked begin diminished to nothing more then a hole for her master to cum in.
The panties hugged her cunt tightly which gave her camel toe. They gripped her ass cheeks. They had mascara on the inside of them from when he had put them over K’s tear soaked face. He had told her that this is what made Kate crack and that was that, but now that she had them on and he was watching something on his phone that clearly turned him on she knew there was more to it.
She rubbed his cap on the inside of her cheek as she stroked his shaft. It would not be long now she tasted his bitter precum. She pulled him out of her mouth to lick his shaft but he just forced it back in deeper now. She felt his cap on her tonsils. She heard him talk dirty but she could not tell if it was to her or the video. She felt the hair on the back of her head pulled and she slid his shaft out of her mouth. With out even looking down at her he told her ….
“Slap you’re self in the face with it”
She slapped him on her tongue and lips and her rubbed his spit soaked rod all over her face making a mess of herself for his enjoyment but he never even looked down at her, he just watched the videos on his phone.
“Master” she begged “fuck me please I need you’re…….”
“Shut up. Use your mouth for something useful” he cut her off
She felt him force his dick into her throat back and forth roughly and quickly she tried to fight back but he only used her harder. He crammed his cock all the way, her face pressed in to his belly. She could feel his sac on her chin. She tried to move her head back, from side to side to try and get some air as he suffocated her. She felt as if she was going to be sick when he pulled her head back and stood up. Still with a hand full of her hair he pulled her to her feet and then forced her back down and bent her over the coffee table. He let go of her hair and placed his hand on the side of her face as he pressed her head onto the coffee table. She could hear him breathing fast as he stroked himself off. She could feel the hot cum as it soaked through the panties on to her asshole. She felt his dick on her ass as he rubbed it on the panties getting all his guck out on her. She could feel him move the panties over as he forced his full length into her clenching asshole. She could feel it as it dilated to 4 times its size to accommodate his girth. She felt her anal cavity stretch into her guts to welcome his length. She felt pain then she felt bliss. Then she felt him pull out of her and pull off the panties roughly as she laid limp on the coffee table as he left her and headed for the bedroom. Then she felt shame.
Sandra woke late Sunday morning. She rolled over to cuddle with her man but he was not there. He must be up already she thought. She sat up in bed holding the blankets over her lovely figure as she looked out the window. The sun shined its warmth on her body, hair wild and crazy. He always told her that she was so beautiful in the morning. She climbed out of bed then and walked naked to downstairs for a little Sunday morning loving. Strangely he was not in the kitchen. Maybe he was in Kate’s room. She went back upstairs.
Master had moved her out of the pit to the upstairs when she began to be more inline with his ways. But she was still under lock and key at night and when he wasn’t home, but she had a bed and bathroom and all the comforts of life. It had been the same for Sandra. Soon she will be free to wonder as she pleases.
When Sandra got to the door unlocked it and went in. No one was there but she heard the shower and head to the bathroom. She called for Kate and heard her call Sandra in. Sandra just climb in the shower with Kate and was sad to see she was alone. Kate kissed her good morning and began to wash her all over. Kate had definately taken a liking to Sandra. The two had become very close in always.
“Where is he“Kate asked Sandra?
“I don’t know I thought he was here with you, He’s not home I guess” Sandra answered
“What should we do today then” Kate asked
“I have an idea” Sandra whispered in Kate’s ear
For the hour and a half drive on that early Sunday morning their conversation flowed freely and brushed on many topics, mostly personal things about their lives. Kelly had wisdom beyond her years that he could enjoy. It was maybe eight in the morning and it was a lovely day as they pulled up to his cabin. It was small but lovely perched on a little forested hill. They stepped out of his car and up to the front door. He fiddled with the lock briefly but they where soon inside. He lit a smoke and turned to Kelly who removed her jacket to reveal a tight wool sweater which hugged her bust. He eyed her as she did this. She also made sure he got a good look at her ass as she bent over to unlace her boots. He needed to figure out a way into that tight teen snatch. Just as he thought that she turned to him, walked to him took the smoke from his hand and with her other hand grabbed his package
“I didn’t come here to ski I came here to get dicked” she said as she took her pull off the smoke.
He just smiled as he lowered his zip. Her hungry eyes flashed when she saw his impaler. He moved her then to the kitchen table were he laid her down on top of it and undid her pants. He went to her side then so he could kiss her while he slid his hand into pants and under her panties to massage her clit. Her tongue slid into his mouth and her hand went to his cock, to glide up and down his length. He turned her around then so that her legs were before him. He began to peal of her jeans and underwear to reveal her hairless smooth clam. He eat her there on the table. He licked and suck on her clit as she moaned in ecstasy. He slid his fingers in and up to her rough patch and stroke gently.
“Oh my god …. Fuck please… don’t stop.” She moaned.
He caressed her strong thighs. She was soaked and quivering ready for the taking but he was patient. He brought her close to orgasm and back a few times till she thought that she couldn’t take anymore and that’s when he stood suddenly and slid his fuck stick in her all the way. Kelly came so hard cuz of the sudden entry that her cum shot out of her onto him but she didn’t even notice. He placed her legs over his shoulders and began to pump away. The whole experience was just one big orgasm to her. And she loved it. In her ecstasy she pulled her sweater up over her tits for him to fondle, which he wasted no time in doing. Enjoying her huge jugs, bouncing all over as he rammed her.
“You can fuck me anytime, anywhere you want” she cried with her eyes closed and her mouth twisted in ecstasy. Her hands held his as he clutched her tits.
“Tell me the places you want me to fuck you and how you want me to fuck you” He asked her to see what she was made of.
Kelly was cleaver she knew what he wanted to here.
“I want you to fuck me in my dorm and in your car while I’m in my uniform. I want to suck your dick at the drive thru. I want you to dick me in front of the girls in my class. I want you to tie me up and have the camera on while you do it. I want to suck your dick while your friends watch our videos. I want you to fuck me while we watch videos of you fucking your girlfriend. I want to swallow your cum for money. I want you to fuck my tits right now”
He pulls out of her and climbs up on the table to place his rod between her hot tits. As she begins to fuck him with her tits she looks up at him and says “I’ll do anything you want for money….anything.”
He cums then as she tit fucks him, his load hitting her under the chin and pouring down here neck into her hair. She collects it with her hands and slides them all over her torso and strokes him with her jizz cover hands.
“I think you stand to make a lot of money” ….
Kate was drilling Sandra doggy style with her strap-on when Master entered her room. They where so busy fucking they never heard his calls. They froze and turned to look at him. Sandra smiled and said
“You were gone and I needed……”
“Good morning my loves. You both look so fucking hot right now don’t stop” He smiled at them as he opened the legs of the tripod and turned on the video camera that he had grab out of his bed room. “I’m going to sit and watch a bit before I join”.
Sandra began to pump herself on K’s strap-on. Kate had her by the hair and thumbed her in the ass. Sandra’s mouth was open as her eyes locked with his. “Fuck me harder” she begged. Kate gave her everything she had.
How beautiful a sight this was he thought, two perfect women fucking each other. Two perfect pairs of breast bouncing almost in harmony. The sound of two women fucking. He began to stroke himself after he found his place in the sofa chair in the corner of the room.
Sandra pulled herself off of K’s rod and stood before her. ”My turn” She said.
Kate removed the strap on and laid down on the bed ready for a fucking but Sandra had other plans. Sandra grabbed K’s hand and brought her before master.
“Clean it off before I fuck you with it” Sandra ordered. Kate complied, licking and sucking the strap-on clean.
Sandra ordered Kate to kneel before master, right at his lap. She did, still licking her toy. Sandra knelt behind her and reached for the strap-on, putting it on and slowly sliding its head between her lips. Kate moaned in pleasure as its length entered her. Sandra began to drill her, deep and slow, there tits bouncing in harmony
He stroked his rock hard shaft inches away from Kate’s face; he felt her hot breath on his sac. Sandra’s pace quickened as she knew Kate to be enjoying herself. Masters eyes were fixed to Sandra’s awesome breasts. He thought of the teenager he had just fucked that morning and of the drugged prom queen Lisa he had analized a few days before.
“Fuck her ass” is all he said and Sandra complied, sliding the rod out of Kate’s dripping clam and into her tight back door.
He watched as again there magnificent breasts began to sway tempting him to grab them. Just then Sandra reached forward and grabbed Kate by her hair and pulled her back, then grabbed her wrist to give her the “chariot”. Kate complied but with protest.
“Bitch” Kate grunted “fuck me hardier”
“Little cunt wants more” Sandra replied just as she gave an extra hard thrust.
Kate screamed in pain and ecstasy, her body twitching, convulsing as Sandra fucked her without mercy.
The sight of them fucking each other was unbelievable. He stood then. Kate leaned back, placing her head on Sandra’s shoulder so that there faces were next to each other.
“Give us your fuck sauce” Kate said
The three of them were astonished by the vulgarity of her comment, but by no means did he hold back.
His first gulp of cum landed square on Kate’s forehead, another on her chin. Then next gulp caught Sandra in the eye. She twitched but held her place, her mouth open and her tongue out. He took her invitation and forced his dick in all the way till her chin was on his balls. He moaned with pleasure as he continued to unload in her throat. He released her then and Sandra gagged a little as she slid him out of her mouth.
How marvelous they looked fucking each other with his jizz on there face. His cum now running of Kate’s forehead and into her eyes.
Kate’s hand slid to her clam and began to make tiny circles around her clit. Sandra fucked her hard now. It took about 30 seconds for Kate to climax. Her juices gushing down her legs.
The rest of the day was spent lazily on the couch the three of them together, watching movies or chatting. The phone rang that afternoon. Sandra answered it. She came into the living room with her hand over the receiver.
“It’s for you” she said to her master. “Its some guy who says his name is master black.”
He snapped to attention and ordered them both up stairs grabbing the phone from Sandra’s hands.
“Master Black” he said
“Master blue…your time has come, Next weekend at the farm house. I trust there will be no issues” Said the voice on the phone.
“Yes master Black”
The line went dead and he hung up the phone.

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Fiction

Three – Chapter 1

A woman and her husband go looking for a suitable stranger in a bar. When they find him they lay down some ground rules, and then the threesome can begin.

Fiction

Tracy the Crack Whore III

That night, Sean dreamt he was floating high above the apartment buildings across the street from his house. Dark storm clouds were gathering, and a thrashing wind tore at his clothes and whipped his hair painfully across his face. Sean watched as the dark clouds formed an angry mob around his house. Jockeying for position, the clouds, bumping and pushing, bristled with energy and began circling his home. Sean wrestled with the wild hair stinging his face; looking at his hand, blue arcs of electricity jumped from finger to finger. Things were getting bad in his neighborhood.
He watched as his house swelled, the clouds crowding closer, threatening to ignite in a flash of lightening, explode in thunder. As his house swelled and swelled, Sean clearly heard the groaning of tired wooden beams, the scraping of hard clay bricks against solid mortar, shingles fled his roof, took to the air. Trying to stand, the air under Sean refused to support him any longer; he dropped, falling, watching his house struggle to survive, remain intact. With a roll of thunder, every window in the house blew outward as Sean fell, arms and legs flinging wildly. TRACY! Lightening lit the World. Crack!
Sitting up in bed with a gasp, Sean struggled to control his fear. His quiet, dark room reassured him, there was no storm, his house was intact, safe. Taking a deep breath, Sean collected himself, and shook off his foolish dream. Climbing from bed, he slipped on his sweat pants, gazed at his clock. Three in the morning, and he needed a drink of water.
Slowly walking to his bathroom in the dark, Sean found his sink, turned on the cold water. Leaning over, he cupped his hand under the faucet, catching some water. Bending down, he drank, long swallows, calming his uneasy mind. Satiated, he turned off the water, wiped his hand on his sweats, and stepped back. His heel landed on something, under his weight he heard the shatter of glass.
No pain.
Whatever it had been, it was tiny, and hadn’t sliced into his foot. Turning on the light and lifting his foot, Sean held his heel over the sink and brushed away small dust-like fragments of clear glass. Inspecting the floor, he saw a glint of light, a reflection. Stooping, he found a tiny section of glass tubing, edges jagged, broken and cracked. Crack pipe? He threw it in the trash can. With a little ‘clink’ it seemed to land on more glass. He turned off the light and gazed down the dark hallway. His living room was lit with a golden glow. Tracy.
He found her there, sitting on the hardwood floor, facing a corner, her back to him. She was rocking slowly. Her shoulders were slumped, her legs crossed, her arms in her lap. Her pretty blond hair was a mess. What was going on?
His TV was on, but there was no sound. The silence was oppressing. Sean saw his headphones in the fireplace, smashed to pieces. And then Tracy sniffled. Instinctively, Sean stepped toward her, into the living room, step after step drawing closer to the shivering teen. She sobbed, nearly choking. Her shoulders shook, her face fell into her hands.
Sean set his hand on her shoulder, gently. Like a dust devil rising from the desert floor, Tracy sprung up in a flash, cobra-quick.
“AHHH!” She hollered. Winding up, she launched an assault. Sean stood back, her fist flew just under his chin. Their eyes locked. Sean took another step back, and watched her pupils widen in recognition, he heard the intake of a sharp breath, her startled face relax minutely, as her foot swept past his crotch.
“Tracy!” Sean called, reaching for her. Her tightly coiled body, muscles taut, limbs deployed aggressively – relaxed. Sean watched as the energy dissipated from the teen, seemingly falling from her body, soak into the floorboards. Tracy slumped, her eyes tormented, her hands reaching out to him. He reached for her and guided her to the floor. Sitting with her, Sean took her into his arms and held her. Gently at first, then more urgently until he was holding her with nearly all his might. He pulled her into his chest and felt her warm tears on his skin. After a minute, Tracy whispered she was thirsty.
Later, after she finished a glass of cold juice, he dabbed tears from her eyes.
Later, as he drifted off to sleep in his bed, he held her tightly in his arms. He dreamt again.Behind the red velvet ropes, Sean stood naked in a long line of naked men. He shuffled across the red carpeting of the theater lobby until the line stopped moving. Sean set a hand on the large brass ball that rested atop the brass pole holding up one side of the red-velvet ropes. The ball shocked him, a small charge of static electricity that ran through his hand, tingled his wrist.
The usher walked down the line, selling condoms; no one was buying. The cop walked into the lobby carrying a deflated balloon, threw it on the floor, and wiped his hands on his blue pants with disgust. Then the usher unfastened a section of the red rope, and allowed the first man through. The man reached for two deflated legs of the balloon and started blowing between them, inflating, and inflating. Puff…Puff
“Oh yes!” Tracy cried, coming to Life, her nearly limp arms reaching for the man’s head. “Yes!” The man blew and blew, and the usher let another man through. The second man put his head between Tracy’s legs and blew, and blew. “Fucking making me come!” She reached for the first man’s erection, taking it into her mouth, her legs wrapping tightly around the others head. “Mm”
Soon the two men had her spit-roasted, as the usher let another man through the ropes. Sean would get his turn tonight, for sure! The men lifted Tracy, fully inflated, off the floor, and fucked her hard, brutally hard. “Harder” They filled her holes. The first man came on her face with a growl, and threw money into an empty popcorn bucket. “Prick!” Two men faced one another, Tracy in between, gleefully riding their cocks, squealing in delight. She looked at Sean and flipped him off. “Fucker!”
The men erupted in climax, and Tracy seemed to rise, lifting and squirming, crying out. “Oh!” More men gathered around her, the largest, a giant, brushing everyone aside. His enormous cock frightened Tracy. “Sean!” Now impaled on the huge cock, Tracy cried out again “Sean!” The large man held Tracy up, impaled on his cock, and carried her toward the men in line. When he reached the red ropes, he lifted the teen off his cock, and spread her ass cheeks.
“She wants you, bud” The giant said, setting Tracy down atop the shiny brass pole right in front of Sean. Tracy’s face contorted in pain, as the giant forced her down on the ball. Her legs spread wide, stiff in agony, her pretty pussy bald and wet, her asshole sliding over the brass ball. Tracy shrieked. Her eyes filled with tears. Other men were crowding around Sean. The giant pulled Tracy’s legs apart, painfully wide, exposing her pussy, her brass-filled ass. Men jostled around Sean, pushing him aside.
“Don’t you want her, buddy?” the giant asked Sean. Struggling against the crush of men straining to fuck Tracy, Sean hollered. “Let her go!” Sean was pushed further and further away. He couldn’t see Tracy anymore! But he heard her.
“Sean?” She cried. “Sean!”
“Sean?” Sean was stirred awaken by Tracy, sitting next to him on the bed. “I made you French toast, Sean.” He gazed at her pretty young face, now free from the torment that had haunted it just hours earlier.
“Where’s that erection, Mister?” She asked sweetly. “When I brought your coffee in a minute ago, it was alive and well…”
The vividness of Sean’s latest foolish dream had dissipated, only a fog remained. She smiled, setting the tray on the bed and fluffing his pillows. Sitting up, Sean looked at his breakfast; he was famished and after finishing the last bite of French toast, Tracy removed the trey and curled up next to him.
“Working today?” She asked. He nodded his head and grunted. Tracy’s toes tickled his legs. “All day?” Looking down at her, he saw Tracy’s eyes. Pretty blue jewels. Clear and bright. “Supposed to rain. Storm really. I hate lightening and thunder. Scares me.” He cradled her in his arms, and considered her weather report.
“You? Scared?” Sean smiled at her. She looked very innocent then, to Sean. He pulled her close, held her. He wanted to know what had caused her behavior the night before. He looked into her eyes, held her marvelous gaze, and imagined he saw an untold story.
“Tell me,” he said. She tore her eyes from his, focusing them on his chest. She sighed, and tugged at several of his chest hairs.
“Tell you what?” She asked meekly. Stroking her hair, Sean replied.
“Anything.” Tracy was silent for a long minute. Her toes weren’t tickling his legs anymore. Her fingers pulled more forcefully on his chest hair, while her breathing quickened.
“I was always scared of storms.” She admitted. “As long as I could remember. The worst was at night, when I was alone in my room. Once, when I was eight…”
And Tracy told her story of how, when she was eight, a storm chased her under the covers in fright.
The storm chased young Tracy under her covers in a fright. Pulling pillows over her head, she cowered, as lightening struck, filling her tiny bedroom with bright light, and then thunder rocked it. She wanted to hop out of bed and close her window; only the screen stood between her and the storm. The wind tossed her curtains to and fro, the fabric snapping in the air. Tracy longed for her mommy, wanted to run to her bed, curl up next to her, except the storm, the thunder. So she hid deeper under her covers, trying to crawl all the way under her small pillows. Even beneath the sheets, she was startled by another flash of light, and shook as more thunder roared.
Whimpering, she lay paralyzed in fright. Tracy now heard rain pouring down in sheets, the waves seeming to crash against her thin window screen. It wouldn’t hold out the storm! She knew, she dreaded that she knew! It would soon crash through… and she would perish, in bed, alone. Squeezing her eyes shut, she was terrified by another loud crash, seemingly right outside her frail window. “Mommy…”
And then all went quiet. Tracy took a deep breath. No more rain. From above her bed, one could see first her little hand appear from out of the sheets, and then her small nose. Pushing aside a small pillow, her little blonde head popped free, and she looked at her window. The curtains were calm, and outside her window, darkness ruled again. Sliding all the way out from under the sheets, Tracy’s shaky leg reached for the floor; gotta close the window! Halfway to her window, though, light filled her world.
Her eyes grew huge, when she saw the storm illuminated through her window. Immense and powerful, awesome and menacing, as a blinding bright arc of light reached from the storm and struck a tree. Frozen in fear, her bones were rattled by the thunder, so close now. Rain began to crash against the window again, and then the wind… The curtains came Alive, reached for her, searching… She ran! “Mommy!” The curtains nearly had her, but she fled her room, into the darkness, through the apartment. “MOMMY!” Down the hall, skidding to a stop. More thunder rocked the building. She turned into her mother’s room and ran for the certain safety of the bed. Leaping, flying, another flash of light illuminated the room and her mother, curled up in bed, as young Tracy landed, bounced and scrambled to her mother’s side. Snuggling close to her mother, comfort surrounded her. Snuggling closer, she smelled her mother. “Mommy”
While the storm raged, Tracy had her refuge, no longer so scared, no longer so paralyzed with fear.
And then she felt them. The large hands, feeling her, touching her, groping her. Large strong hands, calloused and foul. Rubbing her back, her shoulders, and her small butt. A new terror seized Tracy. This terror more real, much more real. The hands groped her. This terror stank. Smelled evil. This terror had visited before. The hands spread her legs, groped. Why wasn’t her Mommy waking up?
“MOMMY!”
Later, when Tracy’s shaking stopped, Sean brushed the tears from her cheeks. She looked tired now, he hoped she would sleep. He asked her more about this day’s forecast. When?
“Today. This afternoon.” She shivered in his arms. He promised her. She was safe.
“I’ll be home by lunch, or before.”
“Wake me?” She asked, her eyelids growing heavy. “Please?”
“Yes little Jelly Bean.” Sean tucked her under the covers, and carried out the dishes.
Later, Sean sat on the sofa, gazing out of the living room window at the approaching storm. Chaos. He heard the shower turnoff, then the bathroom door open. He spun around on the sofa, and watched Tracy walk into the living room, wrapped in his robe. She smiled at him, and grabbed the beanbag chair, dragging it toward the sofa and Sean. Before she sat down, she handed him a piece of paper, a list.
“You owe me money,” Tracy said, plopping down onto the giant black beanbag. Sean examined the list. It was an extensive list. “Eighteen dollars, Mr. Horny Dog.” She giggled, adjusting the towel wrapped around her wet hair, her robe falling open, exposing her tummy, her slight cleavage. Sean watched her closely, setting the list down beside him. Tracy pulled a bottle of lotion out of the robe’s large pocket, and pumped some into her hand.
“I’ll need to collect, before I can offer you anymore services.” She stated matter-of-factly. Sean suppressed a laugh. This girl! She slid an arm out of the robe and rubbed lotion up and down it.
“Maybe,” Sean mused, “I won’t be needing your services anymore.” His gaze swept over her young tan body, hardly covered in the robe anymore. Tracy leaned back comfortably and grinned, her legs spreading wide. Sean’s cock began to fill with blood, and rose, lifting his sweat pants. Tracy laughed.
“Fine,” she said, her gaze falling to his lap. “You can always take care of yourself. I can certainly take care of myself.” She gave him an evil smile, and Sean wasn’t certain exactly what she meant. Tracy lifted her bottle of lotion and pumped some out onto her tummy and between her breasts. She massaged it in slowly. Her tan was looking great, Sean thought, her tiny bikini had left its erotic imprint. Sean wanted to rub lotion on her; watching her do it drove him nuts. He glanced down at the list beside him. But without looking at the list, he already knew; he had rubbed her full of lotion three times before. All over her, as she squirmed under his hands. He wondered where his wallet was.
Sean slipped a hand into his sweats, grabbed his hard cock, and watched Tracy rub lotion over her belly button, her robe an afterthought now. She was humming to herself, smiling, enjoying. Rubbing, pumping, rubbing, humming, smiling. She opened her bare legs wide and spread lotion across her soft thighs. As he started pumping his cock, their eyes locked. Tracy’s eyes grew wide, and she bit her lower lip, watching him now. She grabbed one of her feet, and pulled it over her tummy, rubbing lotion all over it. Her bald pussy looked smooth, young, fresh. Her little butt hole, pink and clean, her legs spread wide. Sean slipped his sweats down his legs and off, flicking them with his foot over the end of the sofa. He spread his legs, his balls hanging to the cushion, and stroked himself, watching her watching him. The living room darkened from the approaching storm.
Now Tracy stroked herself with just her fingertips, lightly, her hands roaming her body, as she watched Sean jack-off. Her fingers lingered here and there, small moans escaped from her. She licked her lips, and shook the towel from her head. She ran her fingers through her wet, blond hair, her mouth open, her breathing shallow, her small breast sprouting erect nipples. Then Tracy’s little hand reached into the pocket of the robe, again, and came out clutching a small pink vibrator. She licked it slowly, her eyes traveling from Sean’s cock to his eyes. She laughed with a bit of embarrassment.
“My favorite toy,” She cooed. “Mmmmm,” She twisted the bottom of the vibrator, activating it. Sean watched as she licked it again. Slowly, she held the vibrator to her thin delicate throat, then her collarbone. Sean gripped his cock firmly when she circled her nipple with the pink toy, and he moaned. Slowly, the pink toy traveled down her body, past her belly button, and over her pubes to her bald pussy. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back. The toy danced around her thighs as Sean noticed moisture gathering on her pussy. “I love my toy!” Slowly Tracy slipped her pink toy between her pussy lips, spreading them slightly, as the vibrator traveled up her slit, nearing her clit.
“Yes!” Tracy groaned. Her eyes popped open suddenly; she giggled and blushed. “I’m so horny, Sean. So horny. Oh.” Her eyes locked onto his cock again, perhaps seeing the bead of come that sat perched atop. He watched her other hand travel from one breast to another, lightly stroking and massaging. “You have a big handful of cock, Sean. Big cock. Oh…” The vibrator began to disappear up her young slit. “Yes” It came out and traveled around her clit before going back in, as Tracy’s eyes closed again and her head rolled back. Sean stroked himself faster, and watched her please herself with her small pink toy.
Suddenly the living room filled with a bright flash of light. Tracy stiffened. A moment later thunder rolled through the neighborhood. Tracy gasped, frightened.
“Sean?” She asked, her blue eyes wide with fear. “Would you like to come down here with me?” Yes he would! He sprang from the couch as if he was shocked, and was quickly between her firm legs. Tracy sighed with relief as he rubbed his cheeks along her soft thighs. Her hands found his head when he took her toy from her. Her fingers clinched his hair when he licked her wetness. Sean used his tongue to part her lips, used his lips to squeeze her clit.
“Sean…” She groaned, wiggling deeper into the beanbag, “Sean make me come.” He licked and kissed her little pussy for several long minutes, while holding her firmly in his arms. Lightening lit the room again and again, as Tracy trembled. “Yes…” Sean allowed his tongue to linger, and then drop lower, past her pussy to her little pink bud, her asshole. He circled it with his tongue, as she held his head tight. “Lick it.” He licked it, his nose between her pussy lips. “Lick it, lick it… lickit lickit.” She liked this, Sean knew. She pulled her legs back toward her chest, her hips rising, her asshole more accessible. “Lickit, Lickit.” Her fingers pulled at his hair. He slobbered over her asshole. And brought forth her toy, running it over her ass cheeks. Looking down at her, Sean touched the tip of the vibrator to her asshole. Her feet found his head and squeezed lightly.
“Oh no…” She moaned. Slowly, Sean inserted the toy into her ass, the tip slipping past her sphincter. “Oh… mm.” Sean heard rain begin to fall, faintly drumming on the roof of his home. In the growing darkness of the living room, Sean began to suck on Tracy’s young pussy, while slowly working the tip of the toy in and out of her ass. Her feet were drawing circles in the air, and thunder shook the house.
“God yes… Feels so good in my ass, on my puss. Oh Baby.” Sean took it slow, licking her lightly, gently sliding the toy further in. He briefly looked up at Tracy as lightening lit the room. Sean saw her hands squeezing her breasts, fingers flicking her nipples. Her head was thrown back, eyes squeezed closed, mouth open and slack. “Uh… Uh…”
Sean had the toy sliding in and out of Tracy’s ass smoothly now, and when the room darkened once again, he returned his attention to her pussy, spreading her lips, and licking her clit, lightly flicking it, touching it, pushing it from side to side and pressing on it. Tracy’s breathing was irregular and shallow, her legs encircling his head. He quickened his pace with his tongue and the toy. Her legs gripped him tighter. He hummed on her pussy and Tracy shook in delight, yelping. Sean knew she was close, her tummy was twitching. “Oh God…” she moaned. Her orgasm shook her and Sean, as a flash of light filled his house, and thunder shook it. “God… damn!” Tracy grabbed his head, her fingers entwining in his and she yanked him up and away from her squirting pussy. “Fuck!” Sean watched her writhe about on the beanbag chair, just an inch of the vibrator poking out of her ass. “Fuck…” Slowly it began to slide out. “Fuck…” Slowly, her little poop muscles pushed it out, as her pussy squirted tiny drops into the air, her orgasm coming to and end. “Fuck Me that was good…” Sean kissed her belly button, as she held his ears. Rain drummed on the roof. Tracy’s breasts rose and fell.
“How was that, babe?” Sean asked.
“In my butt! You put my toy in my butt!” She accused. He smiled devilishly up at her; yes he had – all the way in. “I pushed it out!” she giggled in glee, her tummy bouncing his head up and down, her fingers wrapping around his ear. She looked down at Sean. “It felt fucking great. I loved having my little ass stretched like that.” Her eyes brightened a bit. She bit her lower lip and whined, pulling on Sean’s ears. “Kiss me.” He rose, and crawled forward before lowering himself atop her again and finding her wet lips waiting for him. Her tongue danced with his. Her legs wrapped around him again.
“You want that ass, don’t you?” She asked.
He kissed his way up her neck to her ear and whispered, “Yeah… yeah, I do.” Somehow, after wiggling about, Tracy managed to wrap her lotion filled hand around his rock-hard cock. Sean groaned, the feeling was tremendous. “Mmmm.”
“Loobing you up, big fella. So you’ll slip right in,” Tracy said. She lined his cock up with her tiny butt-hole. “Go slow Sean. Please.” Sean went slow, while Tracy held his cock steady. He pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping past her sphincter, as he looked down on Tracy. Her eyes grew wide. She placed a hand on his chest.
“Ouwee … Sean, it’s big,” Tracy moaned. “Sean it’s Big.” Her hand pressed hard against his chest. He pulled out of her ass. Tracy gasped. “No, no, go back in.” Sean let her hand guide him back in. “Ouwee…” She groaned, her hand pushing on his chest again. He felt her other hand fall from his cock. A moment later, he felt her hand slide between their torsos, and begin to rub her pussy. Sean drove a little further into her ass, and watched her reaction. She bit her lower lip, her eyes growing wide again, and she moaned. He felt the heels of her feet land on the small of his back, her hips rose. He drove in further. Her stomach sank and she took a deep breath, holding it.
“You okay baby?” Sean asked. She shook her head. Sean wasn’t sure what to do. He started to pull out.
“Wait, wait.” She groaned. “Just stop there.” She looked so sad to Sean. His big cock in her ass, causing her pain. He lowered his head. Her hands found his face. Lightening lit the room, and they kissed, while thunder shook the house. She breathed in and our quickly through her nose while Sean kissed her gently. Then he broke their kiss.
“It feels really good, Tracy. Your ass feels great.” He commented.
“Really?” She asked, holding his face. “Tight?” He nodded. “Wet?” Sean nodded. “Warm?” He nodded. “Goody,” she said. “You can have my ass. Sean, take my ass now. It’s yours.” Sean kissed her again, as she seemed to relax, neither the cock in her ass nor the storm seemed to bother young Tracy now. Slowly Sean thrust further into Tracy’s young virgin ass, spreading her sphincter, stretching her teen ass like never before. Her tight asshole felt like a tight slick glove around his cock. Marvelous, like a cock haven. Soon he was completely buried in her. Tracy’s head rolled back on the beanbag, her eyes open, her mouth open. Sean licked her neck and pulled out of her, until only the tip of his cock was inside her ass, then he dove back in. Tracy seemed to love it now, her heels massaged his back, her hands found his shoulders, her fingernails dug into him.
“Cock in my ass…” She moaned. “Big fat cock in my ass. Oh my God.” Sean buried himself in her. Again and again. When lightening illuminated the room again, he saw her tongue traveling across her teeth, her eyes rolled back in her head. “…Deep in my ass. Stretching my ass.” Slowly he fucked her ass, as she grew more and more accustomed to the strange new feeling of having hard flesh stretching her. Her appreciation for Sean’s cock in her ass was growing and growing. “God… damn big cock in my ass.”
“Like it Peanut?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass.”
“Like my hard cock sliding in and out of your ass?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass.”
“Will you give me a discount on fucking your tight teen ass?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck my tight teen ass.”
“You like having an ass full of hard cock?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my tight teen ass. It’s yours Sean. Fuck it. Take it. Drill it.” And drill it out Sean did. Slowly picking up his pace, he fucked her little butt. He drove into her harder and harder. His balls slapping against the beanbag, his pubic bone meeting her wet pussy again and again. “It’s rubbing just right!” Tracy cried, her head rolling from side to side. As thunder shook the house she began to cry out. Louder and more urgently.
“Fuck it! Drill it!” Sean endeavored to please her. “Oh God!” He strove to ream her. “Yes!” He drove into her. “Fucking great!” He pounded her tight young ass. “Coming!” He reamed her ass. “Orgasm… big one.” He sped up, fucking her ass harder. “An ass one…” He bit her neck, her arm wrapped around his head. She shrieked his name out over and over, her heels beat down on his back, drool fell from her mouth. Her hips rose to meet his thrust, her asshole sucking him in. From deep within her body, she began to roar, scream, until her voice filled the house. And then Tracy went limp, and Sean stopped his thrusts, smiling, sweat dripping from his face onto her chest, her tits heaving. He lowered himself, his elbows sinking into the beanbag chair. He pressed Tracy further down. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, his cock was buried deep in her ass, twitching in excitement. She opened her blue eyes and smiled shyly.
“Oh the pain,” she chuckled. Sean laughed.
“I could tell,” he said with sarcasm.
“Pervert.”
“Slut.”
“Brute.”
“Fuck hole.”
“Beast.”
“Beauty.” Their lips met until she pushed him away.
“I want to ride your cock now, Cowboy.” She stated. Sean rolled them over on the beanbag chair, Tracy clinging to him. Soon, she was comfortably atop him, squatting on him, her ass full of cock. She sighed. “Big fucking cock up my ass.” She shivered. Her knees spread apart. In the dark room, he felt her gaze on him. Lightening illuminated the room again, capturing Tracy’s image in Sean’s mind as she started to rise up his cock, her asshole gripping him tightly.
“Oh yes, fat cock up my ass.” She started to ride him up and down, swinging her hips from side to side, Sean’s cock stirring her insides. “Hard cock. Good.” She sat all the way down on his cock again and grunted loudly. “Fucking way far inside of me.” With a reckless abandon, she began to ride up Sean’s cock then back down and all around, swiftly, urgently. Filling herself with his cock. Massaging his cock with her tight young ass. Riding and sliding on his cock, her pussy dripping on him, sweat glistening between her jiggling boobs. He reached up and squeezed her tits, pushed them together and pulled them apart. As she rode him like a mad cowgirl, he pinched her nipples while she howled in delight, stuffing herself over and over with his cock. Suddenly she yelped. She grabbed handfuls of his chest hair and cried out. She yanked on his hairs and screamed his name. “Sean!” And sank down on his cock. Sean was about to blow. He knew it wouldn’t be long.
He slid her off his cock and onto the beanbag. He rolled her face down and spread her legs. He crawled in between and lifted her ass into the air. He lined his cock up with her tiny asshole and thrust into her. Tracy cried out loudly, clinching her fists. Sean slapped her ass, and buried his cock in her. Gripping her ass cheeks, he spread them wide, and with a grunt began to fuck her hard.
“Stop. Hold still Sean,” Tracy groaned. Sean waited. She started thrusting backwards, impaling herself on his cock. Then she pulled away and quickly impaled herself again. Sean gripped her ass and pulled her back onto his cock, again and again. He liked this, Tracy fucking herself on his cock this way.
“Like that Baby?” Tracy asked, looking back at him over his shoulder, thrusting her young body back, impaling herself. “Feel good?” Sean slapped her ass and yelled. In an ass-fucking frenzy, he started meeting her thrusts. “Gonna fill my ass with come? Gonna pump me full of sperm? Gonna shoot a healthy load into my ass? Oh Baby look at you, fucking my tight ass.” She gasped loudly when she felt Sean start to come. “I feel it! Your cock is swelling! I feel it swelling in my ass! Oh god that’s so fucking HOT! Come on Sean, come on baby, come on, squirt it all out, don’t save any. I want it all up my pooper! Filler me up Sean! Weeee!” Sean about feinted, he came so hard.
Tracy twisted slightly onto her side and he fell atop of her. Sean moaned, his cock twitching one last time in Tracy’s ass.
“You can have my ass anytime you want, Sean.” Tracy said. He bit her nipple. She yelped, holding onto his head. “Take me to dinner Sean. I want Chinese.”
Later, as Sean and Tracy lay in bed, she recalled that night, eight years ago, as she fled to her mother’s bed frightened by the storm.
… the large fingers wormed through her pajamas, probing her, rubbing her soft skin. Tracy shivered in fright. Pulling her away from her mother, the large hands brought her closer to her father. His breath fouled the air around Tracy, as he pulled her up on his chest.
“The thunder scare you little honey?” her father asked. His hands were forcing her down his chest. “Stay here with Daddy, where you’ll be safe.” As he forced her further down his body, Tracy’s feet parted around his large hard erection. Oh she had seen his cock before. She had! He had told her its name, introduced her. Tracy was mortified. Why wasn’t her Mommy waking up?
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Tracy the Crack Whore III

That night, Sean dreamt he was floating high above the apartment buildings across the street from his house. Dark storm clouds were gathering, and a thrashing wind tore at his clothes and whipped his hair painfully across his face. Sean watched as the dark clouds formed an angry mob around his house. Jockeying for position, the clouds, bumping and pushing, bristled with energy and began circling his home. Sean wrestled with the wild hair stinging his face; looking at his hand, blue arcs of electricity jumped from finger to finger. Things were getting bad in his neighborhood.
He watched as his house swelled, the clouds crowding closer, threatening to ignite in a flash of lightening, explode in thunder. As his house swelled and swelled, Sean clearly heard the groaning of tired wooden beams, the scraping of hard clay bricks against solid mortar, shingles fled his roof, took to the air. Trying to stand, the air under Sean refused to support him any longer; he dropped, falling, watching his house struggle to survive, remain intact. With a roll of thunder, every window in the house blew outward as Sean fell, arms and legs flinging wildly. TRACY! Lightening lit the World. Crack!
Sitting up in bed with a gasp, Sean struggled to control his fear. His quiet, dark room reassured him, there was no storm, his house was intact, safe. Taking a deep breath, Sean collected himself, and shook off his foolish dream. Climbing from bed, he slipped on his sweat pants, gazed at his clock. Three in the morning, and he needed a drink of water.
Slowly walking to his bathroom in the dark, Sean found his sink, turned on the cold water. Leaning over, he cupped his hand under the faucet, catching some water. Bending down, he drank, long swallows, calming his uneasy mind. Satiated, he turned off the water, wiped his hand on his sweats, and stepped back. His heel landed on something, under his weight he heard the shatter of glass.
No pain.
Whatever it had been, it was tiny, and hadn’t sliced into his foot. Turning on the light and lifting his foot, Sean held his heel over the sink and brushed away small dust-like fragments of clear glass. Inspecting the floor, he saw a glint of light, a reflection. Stooping, he found a tiny section of glass tubing, edges jagged, broken and cracked. Crack pipe? He threw it in the trash can. With a little ‘clink’ it seemed to land on more glass. He turned off the light and gazed down the dark hallway. His living room was lit with a golden glow. Tracy.
He found her there, sitting on the hardwood floor, facing a corner, her back to him. She was rocking slowly. Her shoulders were slumped, her legs crossed, her arms in her lap. Her pretty blond hair was a mess. What was going on?
His TV was on, but there was no sound. The silence was oppressing. Sean saw his headphones in the fireplace, smashed to pieces. And then Tracy sniffled. Instinctively, Sean stepped toward her, into the living room, step after step drawing closer to the shivering teen. She sobbed, nearly choking. Her shoulders shook, her face fell into her hands.
Sean set his hand on her shoulder, gently. Like a dust devil rising from the desert floor, Tracy sprung up in a flash, cobra-quick.
“AHHH!” She hollered. Winding up, she launched an assault. Sean stood back, her fist flew just under his chin. Their eyes locked. Sean took another step back, and watched her pupils widen in recognition, he heard the intake of a sharp breath, her startled face relax minutely, as her foot swept past his crotch.
“Tracy!” Sean called, reaching for her. Her tightly coiled body, muscles taut, limbs deployed aggressively – relaxed. Sean watched as the energy dissipated from the teen, seemingly falling from her body, soak into the floorboards. Tracy slumped, her eyes tormented, her hands reaching out to him. He reached for her and guided her to the floor. Sitting with her, Sean took her into his arms and held her. Gently at first, then more urgently until he was holding her with nearly all his might. He pulled her into his chest and felt her warm tears on his skin. After a minute, Tracy whispered she was thirsty.
Later, after she finished a glass of cold juice, he dabbed tears from her eyes.
Later, as he drifted off to sleep in his bed, he held her tightly in his arms. He dreamt again.Behind the red velvet ropes, Sean stood naked in a long line of naked men. He shuffled across the red carpeting of the theater lobby until the line stopped moving. Sean set a hand on the large brass ball that rested atop the brass pole holding up one side of the red-velvet ropes. The ball shocked him, a small charge of static electricity that ran through his hand, tingled his wrist.
The usher walked down the line, selling condoms; no one was buying. The cop walked into the lobby carrying a deflated balloon, threw it on the floor, and wiped his hands on his blue pants with disgust. Then the usher unfastened a section of the red rope, and allowed the first man through. The man reached for two deflated legs of the balloon and started blowing between them, inflating, and inflating. Puff…Puff
“Oh yes!” Tracy cried, coming to Life, her nearly limp arms reaching for the man’s head. “Yes!” The man blew and blew, and the usher let another man through. The second man put his head between Tracy’s legs and blew, and blew. “Fucking making me come!” She reached for the first man’s erection, taking it into her mouth, her legs wrapping tightly around the others head. “Mm”
Soon the two men had her spit-roasted, as the usher let another man through the ropes. Sean would get his turn tonight, for sure! The men lifted Tracy, fully inflated, off the floor, and fucked her hard, brutally hard. “Harder” They filled her holes. The first man came on her face with a growl, and threw money into an empty popcorn bucket. “Prick!” Two men faced one another, Tracy in between, gleefully riding their cocks, squealing in delight. She looked at Sean and flipped him off. “Fucker!”
The men erupted in climax, and Tracy seemed to rise, lifting and squirming, crying out. “Oh!” More men gathered around her, the largest, a giant, brushing everyone aside. His enormous cock frightened Tracy. “Sean!” Now impaled on the huge cock, Tracy cried out again “Sean!” The large man held Tracy up, impaled on his cock, and carried her toward the men in line. When he reached the red ropes, he lifted the teen off his cock, and spread her ass cheeks.
“She wants you, bud” The giant said, setting Tracy down atop the shiny brass pole right in front of Sean. Tracy’s face contorted in pain, as the giant forced her down on the ball. Her legs spread wide, stiff in agony, her pretty pussy bald and wet, her asshole sliding over the brass ball. Tracy shrieked. Her eyes filled with tears. Other men were crowding around Sean. The giant pulled Tracy’s legs apart, painfully wide, exposing her pussy, her brass-filled ass. Men jostled around Sean, pushing him aside.
“Don’t you want her, buddy?” the giant asked Sean. Struggling against the crush of men straining to fuck Tracy, Sean hollered. “Let her go!” Sean was pushed further and further away. He couldn’t see Tracy anymore! But he heard her.
“Sean?” She cried. “Sean!”
“Sean?” Sean was stirred awaken by Tracy, sitting next to him on the bed. “I made you French toast, Sean.” He gazed at her pretty young face, now free from the torment that had haunted it just hours earlier.
“Where’s that erection, Mister?” She asked sweetly. “When I brought your coffee in a minute ago, it was alive and well…”
The vividness of Sean’s latest foolish dream had dissipated, only a fog remained. She smiled, setting the tray on the bed and fluffing his pillows. Sitting up, Sean looked at his breakfast; he was famished and after finishing the last bite of French toast, Tracy removed the trey and curled up next to him.
“Working today?” She asked. He nodded his head and grunted. Tracy’s toes tickled his legs. “All day?” Looking down at her, he saw Tracy’s eyes. Pretty blue jewels. Clear and bright. “Supposed to rain. Storm really. I hate lightening and thunder. Scares me.” He cradled her in his arms, and considered her weather report.
“You? Scared?” Sean smiled at her. She looked very innocent then, to Sean. He pulled her close, held her. He wanted to know what had caused her behavior the night before. He looked into her eyes, held her marvelous gaze, and imagined he saw an untold story.
“Tell me,” he said. She tore her eyes from his, focusing them on his chest. She sighed, and tugged at several of his chest hairs.
“Tell you what?” She asked meekly. Stroking her hair, Sean replied.
“Anything.” Tracy was silent for a long minute. Her toes weren’t tickling his legs anymore. Her fingers pulled more forcefully on his chest hair, while her breathing quickened.
“I was always scared of storms.” She admitted. “As long as I could remember. The worst was at night, when I was alone in my room. Once, when I was eight…”
And Tracy told her story of how, when she was eight, a storm chased her under the covers in fright.
The storm chased young Tracy under her covers in a fright. Pulling pillows over her head, she cowered, as lightening struck, filling her tiny bedroom with bright light, and then thunder rocked it. She wanted to hop out of bed and close her window; only the screen stood between her and the storm. The wind tossed her curtains to and fro, the fabric snapping in the air. Tracy longed for her mommy, wanted to run to her bed, curl up next to her, except the storm, the thunder. So she hid deeper under her covers, trying to crawl all the way under her small pillows. Even beneath the sheets, she was startled by another flash of light, and shook as more thunder roared.
Whimpering, she lay paralyzed in fright. Tracy now heard rain pouring down in sheets, the waves seeming to crash against her thin window screen. It wouldn’t hold out the storm! She knew, she dreaded that she knew! It would soon crash through… and she would perish, in bed, alone. Squeezing her eyes shut, she was terrified by another loud crash, seemingly right outside her frail window. “Mommy…”
And then all went quiet. Tracy took a deep breath. No more rain. From above her bed, one could see first her little hand appear from out of the sheets, and then her small nose. Pushing aside a small pillow, her little blonde head popped free, and she looked at her window. The curtains were calm, and outside her window, darkness ruled again. Sliding all the way out from under the sheets, Tracy’s shaky leg reached for the floor; gotta close the window! Halfway to her window, though, light filled her world.
Her eyes grew huge, when she saw the storm illuminated through her window. Immense and powerful, awesome and menacing, as a blinding bright arc of light reached from the storm and struck a tree. Frozen in fear, her bones were rattled by the thunder, so close now. Rain began to crash against the window again, and then the wind… The curtains came Alive, reached for her, searching… She ran! “Mommy!” The curtains nearly had her, but she fled her room, into the darkness, through the apartment. “MOMMY!” Down the hall, skidding to a stop. More thunder rocked the building. She turned into her mother’s room and ran for the certain safety of the bed. Leaping, flying, another flash of light illuminated the room and her mother, curled up in bed, as young Tracy landed, bounced and scrambled to her mother’s side. Snuggling close to her mother, comfort surrounded her. Snuggling closer, she smelled her mother. “Mommy”
While the storm raged, Tracy had her refuge, no longer so scared, no longer so paralyzed with fear.
And then she felt them. The large hands, feeling her, touching her, groping her. Large strong hands, calloused and foul. Rubbing her back, her shoulders, and her small butt. A new terror seized Tracy. This terror more real, much more real. The hands groped her. This terror stank. Smelled evil. This terror had visited before. The hands spread her legs, groped. Why wasn’t her Mommy waking up?
“MOMMY!”
Later, when Tracy’s shaking stopped, Sean brushed the tears from her cheeks. She looked tired now, he hoped she would sleep. He asked her more about this day’s forecast. When?
“Today. This afternoon.” She shivered in his arms. He promised her. She was safe.
“I’ll be home by lunch, or before.”
“Wake me?” She asked, her eyelids growing heavy. “Please?”
“Yes little Jelly Bean.” Sean tucked her under the covers, and carried out the dishes.
Later, Sean sat on the sofa, gazing out of the living room window at the approaching storm. Chaos. He heard the shower turnoff, then the bathroom door open. He spun around on the sofa, and watched Tracy walk into the living room, wrapped in his robe. She smiled at him, and grabbed the beanbag chair, dragging it toward the sofa and Sean. Before she sat down, she handed him a piece of paper, a list.
“You owe me money,” Tracy said, plopping down onto the giant black beanbag. Sean examined the list. It was an extensive list. “Eighteen dollars, Mr. Horny Dog.” She giggled, adjusting the towel wrapped around her wet hair, her robe falling open, exposing her tummy, her slight cleavage. Sean watched her closely, setting the list down beside him. Tracy pulled a bottle of lotion out of the robe’s large pocket, and pumped some into her hand.
“I’ll need to collect, before I can offer you anymore services.” She stated matter-of-factly. Sean suppressed a laugh. This girl! She slid an arm out of the robe and rubbed lotion up and down it.
“Maybe,” Sean mused, “I won’t be needing your services anymore.” His gaze swept over her young tan body, hardly covered in the robe anymore. Tracy leaned back comfortably and grinned, her legs spreading wide. Sean’s cock began to fill with blood, and rose, lifting his sweat pants. Tracy laughed.
“Fine,” she said, her gaze falling to his lap. “You can always take care of yourself. I can certainly take care of myself.” She gave him an evil smile, and Sean wasn’t certain exactly what she meant. Tracy lifted her bottle of lotion and pumped some out onto her tummy and between her breasts. She massaged it in slowly. Her tan was looking great, Sean thought, her tiny bikini had left its erotic imprint. Sean wanted to rub lotion on her; watching her do it drove him nuts. He glanced down at the list beside him. But without looking at the list, he already knew; he had rubbed her full of lotion three times before. All over her, as she squirmed under his hands. He wondered where his wallet was.
Sean slipped a hand into his sweats, grabbed his hard cock, and watched Tracy rub lotion over her belly button, her robe an afterthought now. She was humming to herself, smiling, enjoying. Rubbing, pumping, rubbing, humming, smiling. She opened her bare legs wide and spread lotion across her soft thighs. As he started pumping his cock, their eyes locked. Tracy’s eyes grew wide, and she bit her lower lip, watching him now. She grabbed one of her feet, and pulled it over her tummy, rubbing lotion all over it. Her bald pussy looked smooth, young, fresh. Her little butt hole, pink and clean, her legs spread wide. Sean slipped his sweats down his legs and off, flicking them with his foot over the end of the sofa. He spread his legs, his balls hanging to the cushion, and stroked himself, watching her watching him. The living room darkened from the approaching storm.
Now Tracy stroked herself with just her fingertips, lightly, her hands roaming her body, as she watched Sean jack-off. Her fingers lingered here and there, small moans escaped from her. She licked her lips, and shook the towel from her head. She ran her fingers through her wet, blond hair, her mouth open, her breathing shallow, her small breast sprouting erect nipples. Then Tracy’s little hand reached into the pocket of the robe, again, and came out clutching a small pink vibrator. She licked it slowly, her eyes traveling from Sean’s cock to his eyes. She laughed with a bit of embarrassment.
“My favorite toy,” She cooed. “Mmmmm,” She twisted the bottom of the vibrator, activating it. Sean watched as she licked it again. Slowly, she held the vibrator to her thin delicate throat, then her collarbone. Sean gripped his cock firmly when she circled her nipple with the pink toy, and he moaned. Slowly, the pink toy traveled down her body, past her belly button, and over her pubes to her bald pussy. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back. The toy danced around her thighs as Sean noticed moisture gathering on her pussy. “I love my toy!” Slowly Tracy slipped her pink toy between her pussy lips, spreading them slightly, as the vibrator traveled up her slit, nearing her clit.
“Yes!” Tracy groaned. Her eyes popped open suddenly; she giggled and blushed. “I’m so horny, Sean. So horny. Oh.” Her eyes locked onto his cock again, perhaps seeing the bead of come that sat perched atop. He watched her other hand travel from one breast to another, lightly stroking and massaging. “You have a big handful of cock, Sean. Big cock. Oh…” The vibrator began to disappear up her young slit. “Yes” It came out and traveled around her clit before going back in, as Tracy’s eyes closed again and her head rolled back. Sean stroked himself faster, and watched her please herself with her small pink toy.
Suddenly the living room filled with a bright flash of light. Tracy stiffened. A moment later thunder rolled through the neighborhood. Tracy gasped, frightened.
“Sean?” She asked, her blue eyes wide with fear. “Would you like to come down here with me?” Yes he would! He sprang from the couch as if he was shocked, and was quickly between her firm legs. Tracy sighed with relief as he rubbed his cheeks along her soft thighs. Her hands found his head when he took her toy from her. Her fingers clinched his hair when he licked her wetness. Sean used his tongue to part her lips, used his lips to squeeze her clit.
“Sean…” She groaned, wiggling deeper into the beanbag, “Sean make me come.” He licked and kissed her little pussy for several long minutes, while holding her firmly in his arms. Lightening lit the room again and again, as Tracy trembled. “Yes…” Sean allowed his tongue to linger, and then drop lower, past her pussy to her little pink bud, her asshole. He circled it with his tongue, as she held his head tight. “Lick it.” He licked it, his nose between her pussy lips. “Lick it, lick it… lickit lickit.” She liked this, Sean knew. She pulled her legs back toward her chest, her hips rising, her asshole more accessible. “Lickit, Lickit.” Her fingers pulled at his hair. He slobbered over her asshole. And brought forth her toy, running it over her ass cheeks. Looking down at her, Sean touched the tip of the vibrator to her asshole. Her feet found his head and squeezed lightly.
“Oh no…” She moaned. Slowly, Sean inserted the toy into her ass, the tip slipping past her sphincter. “Oh… mm.” Sean heard rain begin to fall, faintly drumming on the roof of his home. In the growing darkness of the living room, Sean began to suck on Tracy’s young pussy, while slowly working the tip of the toy in and out of her ass. Her feet were drawing circles in the air, and thunder shook the house.
“God yes… Feels so good in my ass, on my puss. Oh Baby.” Sean took it slow, licking her lightly, gently sliding the toy further in. He briefly looked up at Tracy as lightening lit the room. Sean saw her hands squeezing her breasts, fingers flicking her nipples. Her head was thrown back, eyes squeezed closed, mouth open and slack. “Uh… Uh…”
Sean had the toy sliding in and out of Tracy’s ass smoothly now, and when the room darkened once again, he returned his attention to her pussy, spreading her lips, and licking her clit, lightly flicking it, touching it, pushing it from side to side and pressing on it. Tracy’s breathing was irregular and shallow, her legs encircling his head. He quickened his pace with his tongue and the toy. Her legs gripped him tighter. He hummed on her pussy and Tracy shook in delight, yelping. Sean knew she was close, her tummy was twitching. “Oh God…” she moaned. Her orgasm shook her and Sean, as a flash of light filled his house, and thunder shook it. “God… damn!” Tracy grabbed his head, her fingers entwining in his and she yanked him up and away from her squirting pussy. “Fuck!” Sean watched her writhe about on the beanbag chair, just an inch of the vibrator poking out of her ass. “Fuck…” Slowly it began to slide out. “Fuck…” Slowly, her little poop muscles pushed it out, as her pussy squirted tiny drops into the air, her orgasm coming to and end. “Fuck Me that was good…” Sean kissed her belly button, as she held his ears. Rain drummed on the roof. Tracy’s breasts rose and fell.
“How was that, babe?” Sean asked.
“In my butt! You put my toy in my butt!” She accused. He smiled devilishly up at her; yes he had – all the way in. “I pushed it out!” she giggled in glee, her tummy bouncing his head up and down, her fingers wrapping around his ear. She looked down at Sean. “It felt fucking great. I loved having my little ass stretched like that.” Her eyes brightened a bit. She bit her lower lip and whined, pulling on Sean’s ears. “Kiss me.” He rose, and crawled forward before lowering himself atop her again and finding her wet lips waiting for him. Her tongue danced with his. Her legs wrapped around him again.
“You want that ass, don’t you?” She asked.
He kissed his way up her neck to her ear and whispered, “Yeah… yeah, I do.” Somehow, after wiggling about, Tracy managed to wrap her lotion filled hand around his rock-hard cock. Sean groaned, the feeling was tremendous. “Mmmm.”
“Loobing you up, big fella. So you’ll slip right in,” Tracy said. She lined his cock up with her tiny butt-hole. “Go slow Sean. Please.” Sean went slow, while Tracy held his cock steady. He pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping past her sphincter, as he looked down on Tracy. Her eyes grew wide. She placed a hand on his chest.
“Ouwee … Sean, it’s big,” Tracy moaned. “Sean it’s Big.” Her hand pressed hard against his chest. He pulled out of her ass. Tracy gasped. “No, no, go back in.” Sean let her hand guide him back in. “Ouwee…” She groaned, her hand pushing on his chest again. He felt her other hand fall from his cock. A moment later, he felt her hand slide between their torsos, and begin to rub her pussy. Sean drove a little further into her ass, and watched her reaction. She bit her lower lip, her eyes growing wide again, and she moaned. He felt the heels of her feet land on the small of his back, her hips rose. He drove in further. Her stomach sank and she took a deep breath, holding it.
“You okay baby?” Sean asked. She shook her head. Sean wasn’t sure what to do. He started to pull out.
“Wait, wait.” She groaned. “Just stop there.” She looked so sad to Sean. His big cock in her ass, causing her pain. He lowered his head. Her hands found his face. Lightening lit the room, and they kissed, while thunder shook the house. She breathed in and our quickly through her nose while Sean kissed her gently. Then he broke their kiss.
“It feels really good, Tracy. Your ass feels great.” He commented.
“Really?” She asked, holding his face. “Tight?” He nodded. “Wet?” Sean nodded. “Warm?” He nodded. “Goody,” she said. “You can have my ass. Sean, take my ass now. It’s yours.” Sean kissed her again, as she seemed to relax, neither the cock in her ass nor the storm seemed to bother young Tracy now. Slowly Sean thrust further into Tracy’s young virgin ass, spreading her sphincter, stretching her teen ass like never before. Her tight asshole felt like a tight slick glove around his cock. Marvelous, like a cock haven. Soon he was completely buried in her. Tracy’s head rolled back on the beanbag, her eyes open, her mouth open. Sean licked her neck and pulled out of her, until only the tip of his cock was inside her ass, then he dove back in. Tracy seemed to love it now, her heels massaged his back, her hands found his shoulders, her fingernails dug into him.
“Cock in my ass…” She moaned. “Big fat cock in my ass. Oh my God.” Sean buried himself in her. Again and again. When lightening illuminated the room again, he saw her tongue traveling across her teeth, her eyes rolled back in her head. “…Deep in my ass. Stretching my ass.” Slowly he fucked her ass, as she grew more and more accustomed to the strange new feeling of having hard flesh stretching her. Her appreciation for Sean’s cock in her ass was growing and growing. “God… damn big cock in my ass.”
“Like it Peanut?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass.”
“Like my hard cock sliding in and out of your ass?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass.”
“Will you give me a discount on fucking your tight teen ass?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck my tight teen ass.”
“You like having an ass full of hard cock?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my tight teen ass. It’s yours Sean. Fuck it. Take it. Drill it.” And drill it out Sean did. Slowly picking up his pace, he fucked her little butt. He drove into her harder and harder. His balls slapping against the beanbag, his pubic bone meeting her wet pussy again and again. “It’s rubbing just right!” Tracy cried, her head rolling from side to side. As thunder shook the house she began to cry out. Louder and more urgently.
“Fuck it! Drill it!” Sean endeavored to please her. “Oh God!” He strove to ream her. “Yes!” He drove into her. “Fucking great!” He pounded her tight young ass. “Coming!” He reamed her ass. “Orgasm… big one.” He sped up, fucking her ass harder. “An ass one…” He bit her neck, her arm wrapped around his head. She shrieked his name out over and over, her heels beat down on his back, drool fell from her mouth. Her hips rose to meet his thrust, her asshole sucking him in. From deep within her body, she began to roar, scream, until her voice filled the house. And then Tracy went limp, and Sean stopped his thrusts, smiling, sweat dripping from his face onto her chest, her tits heaving. He lowered himself, his elbows sinking into the beanbag chair. He pressed Tracy further down. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, his cock was buried deep in her ass, twitching in excitement. She opened her blue eyes and smiled shyly.
“Oh the pain,” she chuckled. Sean laughed.
“I could tell,” he said with sarcasm.
“Pervert.”
“Slut.”
“Brute.”
“Fuck hole.”
“Beast.”
“Beauty.” Their lips met until she pushed him away.
“I want to ride your cock now, Cowboy.” She stated. Sean rolled them over on the beanbag chair, Tracy clinging to him. Soon, she was comfortably atop him, squatting on him, her ass full of cock. She sighed. “Big fucking cock up my ass.” She shivered. Her knees spread apart. In the dark room, he felt her gaze on him. Lightening illuminated the room again, capturing Tracy’s image in Sean’s mind as she started to rise up his cock, her asshole gripping him tightly.
“Oh yes, fat cock up my ass.” She started to ride him up and down, swinging her hips from side to side, Sean’s cock stirring her insides. “Hard cock. Good.” She sat all the way down on his cock again and grunted loudly. “Fucking way far inside of me.” With a reckless abandon, she began to ride up Sean’s cock then back down and all around, swiftly, urgently. Filling herself with his cock. Massaging his cock with her tight young ass. Riding and sliding on his cock, her pussy dripping on him, sweat glistening between her jiggling boobs. He reached up and squeezed her tits, pushed them together and pulled them apart. As she rode him like a mad cowgirl, he pinched her nipples while she howled in delight, stuffing herself over and over with his cock. Suddenly she yelped. She grabbed handfuls of his chest hair and cried out. She yanked on his hairs and screamed his name. “Sean!” And sank down on his cock. Sean was about to blow. He knew it wouldn’t be long.
He slid her off his cock and onto the beanbag. He rolled her face down and spread her legs. He crawled in between and lifted her ass into the air. He lined his cock up with her tiny asshole and thrust into her. Tracy cried out loudly, clinching her fists. Sean slapped her ass, and buried his cock in her. Gripping her ass cheeks, he spread them wide, and with a grunt began to fuck her hard.
“Stop. Hold still Sean,” Tracy groaned. Sean waited. She started thrusting backwards, impaling herself on his cock. Then she pulled away and quickly impaled herself again. Sean gripped her ass and pulled her back onto his cock, again and again. He liked this, Tracy fucking herself on his cock this way.
“Like that Baby?” Tracy asked, looking back at him over his shoulder, thrusting her young body back, impaling herself. “Feel good?” Sean slapped her ass and yelled. In an ass-fucking frenzy, he started meeting her thrusts. “Gonna fill my ass with come? Gonna pump me full of sperm? Gonna shoot a healthy load into my ass? Oh Baby look at you, fucking my tight ass.” She gasped loudly when she felt Sean start to come. “I feel it! Your cock is swelling! I feel it swelling in my ass! Oh god that’s so fucking HOT! Come on Sean, come on baby, come on, squirt it all out, don’t save any. I want it all up my pooper! Filler me up Sean! Weeee!” Sean about feinted, he came so hard.
Tracy twisted slightly onto her side and he fell atop of her. Sean moaned, his cock twitching one last time in Tracy’s ass.
“You can have my ass anytime you want, Sean.” Tracy said. He bit her nipple. She yelped, holding onto his head. “Take me to dinner Sean. I want Chinese.”
Later, as Sean and Tracy lay in bed, she recalled that night, eight years ago, as she fled to her mother’s bed frightened by the storm.
… the large fingers wormed through her pajamas, probing her, rubbing her soft skin. Tracy shivered in fright. Pulling her away from her mother, the large hands brought her closer to her father. His breath fouled the air around Tracy, as he pulled her up on his chest.
“The thunder scare you little honey?” her father asked. His hands were forcing her down his chest. “Stay here with Daddy, where you’ll be safe.” As he forced her further down his body, Tracy’s feet parted around his large hard erection. Oh she had seen his cock before. She had! He had told her its name, introduced her. Tracy was mortified. Why wasn’t her Mommy waking up?
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