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Lloyd’s Angel: Birthday Presents



November 2010



We kissed, and my cock was hard against my stomach. I was more than ready to continue, but she eeled out of my grasp and stood up. I expected her to strip herself or me, but she surprised me by just standing there and grinning.



“Angel!” I protested. “I can’t believe this; it’s my birthday!”



She wrapped her arms around herself and twisted back and forth. “I want it more than you do, trust me; but you can have me every day, and we haven’t done presents yet!”



“Presents, plural?”



Angel nodded. “It’s a big day. You’re 75, and technically I’m 2!”



I frowned repressively and stood up, too. “I thought we just agreed, Angela, that technically you’re 27 and some change, and I seem to recall you had a birthday party, which you quite enjoyed. It sounds like you’re double-dipping.”



She stuck out her tongue at me. “We both know that party was for Angel. And you. Angela didn’t get to do anything at all, except stand up Rose.” Putting her hands on her hips, Angel declared, “it seems only fair that if Angel can have a sex party on Angela’s birthday, Angela should be able to have a sex party on Angel’s birthday.”



I grinned. “Okay, already; you’re making my head hurt. Where is this party?”



“Upstairs — I hope.”



“Rose?” I’d almost forgotten her until Angel mentioned her. “Isn’t this a little abrupt?”



Angel grinned wickedly, and I realized I was still as hard as an eighteen-year-old. “I don’t think so; if I’m wrong, we’ll just have to behave ourselves during dinner and fuck ourselves blind afterwards. Now, if you’ll just grab the wine?”



I was enjoying this newly assertive side of her, and decided to relax and let her drive. I retrieved the bottle from the side table and followed Angel out the door. I thought again about how good the slacks looked on her, and realized the extra length of her legs came from the heels she was wearing. It was tempting to think about leaning forward and goosing her, but visions of broken legs in the stairwell dissuaded me.



We walked along the hall to what I presumed was Rose’s apartment. Angel peeled a post-it off the door and flashed me a triumphant smile as she held it out for me to read: “come in.” She whispered, “Be quiet; it’s a surprise,” and opened the unlocked door.



“It’s Angela,” she called softly while I locked the door and set the bottle down on the kitchen table.



Rose’s voice sounded from the bedroom. “I’m in here.” I thought she sounded a little tense.



Angel gestured frantically for me to follow her, and together we walked over to the bedroom doorway. “Rose!” she exclaimed as we looked inside.



“Oh my God!” screamed her friend. Rose was stretched out atop the bed, completely naked, with her wrists handcuffed to the headboard. She writhed in a futile attempt to conceal herself, obviously embarrassed. Her blush spread all the way to her chest.



I admired her tits, slightly larger than Angel’s, and figure, which I found only slightly less pleasing to my eye. She sported a pierced navel and a small landing strip above her copiously flowing pussy; the covers beneath her were soaked and I could smell her desire from the door. Out of the side of my eye I could see Angel making the same examination I was; my cock felt harder than ever.



“I’m so embarrassed,” moaned Rose, tugging on the cuffs again. “Can you unlock these now?” She looked at the nightstand and Angel, unwilling to meet my gaze for even a second.



Angel seemed disinclined to move, so I took it upon myself to walk over and pick up the key that was sitting atop a sheet of folded paper on the stand. The cuffs I recognized as standard issue. I unfolded the paper and read a brief note in Angel’s handwriting: “If you’re ready to take a chance, be sure these are all you’re wearing. 6:30PM. Love, Angela. PS: Make sure the door is unlocked.” I looked over at her and bounced the key in my hand. “Well?”



“In a minute,” Angel told me. She crossed in front of me and sat on the edge of the bed beside Rose. “I’ve always wondered,” she said softly, looking down, before leaning forward and kissing her friend. It was a long kiss, and Rose’s arms strained against the cuffs. Judging by moans I heard, she didn’t want to push Angel away. The women finally came up for air, both gasping. “More fool I,” Angel said cryptically, but I could guess her thoughts. “Well, no time like the present,” she said more cheerfully.



I held out the key, but she waved me away. “No, I want to know what the big secret in this nightstand is.”



“No! Angela!” Rose screamed. “Don’t you dare open that!” She thrashed energetically but had no way to interfere as Angel opened the top drawer. It was a measure of her desperation that she resorted to calling on me. “Lloyd, can’t you stop her? Do something!”



What I wanted to do was stick my cock in something, but I was afraid if I even adjusted myself I’d shoot my load in my pants. I settled for watching Angel’s methodical search of the nightstand.



The top drawer held odds and ends, including a small wand vibrator and a tube of lubricant, along with some condoms. They were hardly worthy of notice. The next drawer was lingerie, which Angel sifted quickly aside before producing an egg-shaped vibrator with an external battery pack and a string of beads. Those went on the top of the nightstand with the other toys.



Rose was blushing again, but both Angel and I had searched enough people carrying contraband to know that whatever she feared, we hadn’t come to it yet. That became apparent when Angel removed a set of flannel pajamas from the bottom drawer and exposed a gigantic double-headed dildo that looked like it had been stolen from a horse. Even bent nearly double, I was surprised it fit in the drawer.



“You use this? By yourself?” Angel inquired, resting one end between Rose’s breasts and then slowly pulling it so the head dragged from her cleavage to nearly her crotch before it was lifted away. Rose watched it like a bird transfixed by a snake. “Tonight, I’m afraid you’ll have to share.”



Setting the dildo aside for the moment, Angel selected the egg vibrator and turned back to Rose.



Rose clamped her legs together and moaned, “Come on, Angela, can’t you just release me?”



“A little help please,” my beautiful vixen requested. It never occurred to me to refuse or, for that matter, convince Rose to stop resisting. I knelt at the foot of the bed, bracing one foot against my knee, and spread Rose’s legs apart. They were muscular, but she put up only token resistance.



Once her objective was revealed, Angel slid the egg slowly into Rose without turning it on, and then pulled it out again, slick with moisture. She adjusted its positioning, and began pressing it against Rose’s ass. “Come on, Rose, open up for me; you know you want it.”



Rose shook her head, but she drew her knees wider apart and I saw fresh drops of dew appear on her labia as the egg was swallowed up by her sphincter.



“What a greedy little ass you have, Rose,” purred Angel. She lifted the battery pack to where Rose could see it, leaned down, and gently blew on her friend’s pussy while she thumbed on the vibrator.



All of us were surprised by what happened. Rose’s hips seemed to levitate off the bed and I thought she might break the headboard as she wailed and climaxed explosively. A fraction of a second later, Angel cried out in surprise and bucked so hard she lost her balance. She actually bounced her head off Rose’s stomach before falling off the bed. I would have laughed if the situation hadn’t been so erotically charged.



Both women orgasmed again before Angel could find the remote and switch it to its lowest setting. “Rose,” she gasped, “I had no idea!”



The redhead didn’t look embarrassed now; she looked, well, hungry. “I’ve been here for an hour and a half, just in case you got here early. I spent it all fantasizing about what might happen, getting hotter and hotter with no way to get off.”



I slipped off my jacket. “I think we’ll be having dinner late,” I told the ladies when they looked at me.



Rose’s eyes were wide, but Angel leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Rose closed her eyes and nodded briefly, and then the two of them kissed again.



“Could I have a word, Angela?” I asked, once they’d parted. We walked out of the bedroom, just far enough Rose couldn’t hear us. I looked at Angel, who was nearly bouncing with anticipation. “What’s up? I don’t want to force Rose to do anything against her will, and I thought you weren’t that into other girls.”



“It’s Rose,” she told me, as if that explained everything. “She needs a good fucking — didn’t you see how excited she is?” Angel slowly pulled my tie free, using body language that had me ready to chuck the entire discussion. “I want to fuck her, too. I just imagined your voice telling me.”



That probably should have sounded alarm bells, but most of my spare blood supply was below my waist and nobody was home upstairs. “But she’s okay with this? I know she didn’t expect two of us.”



Angel aimed a devastatingly smoldering look at me. “I reminded her she’d do anything for me.”



How had she figured that out? I gaped, but she was already walking back into the bedroom, working her hips with every stride. “Screw it,” I decided, following; there’d be another day.



In the course of her time at Home Run, Angel had learned to sell a striptease like nobody else I’d seen. Perhaps I was biased, but Rose watched from the bed like she was living in a fantasy. Her slit was leaking condensation like a cold glass on a warm summer day.



I’d watched Angel disrobe before, but that didn’t mean I was tired of it. She hadn’t done a tease for somebody else in my presence for a while, but the occasional glance in my direction reassured me I wasn’t far from her thoughts. I stripped without affectation, looking forward to quenching my desire in her body.



Finally, all of us were naked. I watched Angel for a hint about what to do next; it was refreshing not to be driving for a change. Rose looked back and forth between her friend and my erection.



Angel broke the tableau and knelt on the bed between Rose’s legs. “Have you ever shared this with anyone?” she asked, picking up the double-headed monster again. Rose blushed in response. “Tell me what you want, then.”



“Make love to me,” Rose whispered, barely loud enough to hear, and darkened even more.



“Is this for making love?” Angel asked, bringing one end to her face and kissing it. I had no doubt she could have deep-throated an astonishing length of it, but it was too wide to fit in her mouth. “Or is it for fucking?” She ran a finger down Rose’s stomach, laughing lightly as her friend raised her hips in a vain effort to increase the level of contact. “Did you say something?”



Rose bucked, trying to hook her legs around Angel and pull her in, but the teasing brunette was just far enough down to deny her the required leverage. “Fuck!” she panted. “Just fuck me, already!”



“What?” Angel dangled the cock so one end rested on Rose’s mound just above her creaming gash, but lightly enough that Rose’s struggles didn’t succeed in forcing it between her glistening lips.



“Fuck me, oh, fuck me now!” Rose screamed, loud enough I began to worry about the neighbors. “Fill me up!”



After shooting me a quick triumphant glance, Angel rose on her knees and spread them slightly. She proceeded to work one end of the dildo into herself and twisted until nearly half its length had disappeared inside her. Given its girth and the speed with which she’d impaled herself, I knew Angel had to be dripping with excitement, too.



The tube of rubber hung obscenely between her legs as Angel crawled closer to the redhead chained to the headboard. Rose had already drawn up her knees and spread them wide, offering herself eagerly. This time, when she rocked her pelvis upwards, the head of the artificial cock sank into her, and she let out something that was halfway between a gasp and a sigh.



The gap between their flexing bodies steadily lessened until it disappeared, and then Angel drew smoothly back and began to repeat the process. I realized it was the first time she had been with somebody without my cum marking her. It was a little unsettling, and my erection urged me to remedy the situation.



I knelt on the bed behind Angel, admiring the play of muscles that led up to her tight buns.



“Fuck my ass,” she ordered me. “I want to feel you exploding inside me!” She slowed her thrusts and arched her back, exposing her clenched sphincter and giving me an aiming point.



God, she was tight, especially with that monster filling her womb, but I slid right in. I didn’t inquire about details, but ever since that first night, Angel kept her ass cleaned and lubed for use at a moment’s notice. Rose gasped as I rammed all the way home and pushed Angel into her.



I withdrew slightly, balancing on one hand so I could reach around and grab a breast with the other, and let Angel do the work. She rocked back and forth, alternately impaling herself on me and the dildo, and I felt her heart racing beneath my hand.



The reach was a little harder, but I moved my hand to Rose’s bobbling breast and kneaded it. I twisted her nipple and felt her buck underneath us, biting her lip and moaning. The slick heat of Angel’s rectum gripped me as her body writhed against mine. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and didn’t want to be the first to pop. It didn’t sound like Rose was far behind, and I wasn’t worried about Angel.



My eye fell upon the forgotten battery pack lying beside Rose. With a devilish grin, I let all my weight fall on Angel, pressing us together in a sweaty flesh sandwich. Both girls gasped in surprise, but my hand was free to grab the remote and thumb it to high, while holding on for dear life.



Rose bucked like a bronco, screaming, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” as the added stimulation pushed her into a mind-numbing orgasm. I knew how strong it was because Angel climaxed too, shuddering as her bowels convulsed around my throbbing cock. She felt like heaven, and I panted as my load pumped into her ass.



That, of course, set Angel off again before she could even draw breath. She cried out incoherently, and only the intruders pinning her in place fore and aft kept us from tumbling apart. Rose was looking frankly a little frenzied, so I switched off the vibrating egg. All of us panted wordlessly a moment longer.



“Happy birthday,” I told my incomparably sexy companion, and then leaned forward to kiss her on the back of her neck. I leaned back, withdrawing from her ass, but paused a moment to wipe myself on her cheeks as her rosebud reluctantly closed. All felt right with the world again.



Any thoughts we might be finished were quickly dashed. I was still admiring the view when Angel pulled herself off the dildo, leaving the other end impaled within Rose, and reversed direction to face me. “Suck me clean,” she demanded, and sat on Rose’s face.



I was a little nonplussed, initially. “Come on, Rose. Get going! Get that tongue of yours way up inside my ass and lick out all that tasty cum!” Angel wriggled and seated herself more firmly atop her friend, while Rose’s legs kicked uselessly.



The kicking stopped, and Angel’s breathing deepened. I reminded myself that she wouldn’t be doing this unless Rose wanted it, since only her partner’s orgasm could release her own.



“Come here, wise guy,” Angel beckoned, and reached out to draw me forward by my cock. She took me in her mouth, without any expectation of milking me a second time, but rather in the near-ritual cleaning she performed almost every time we made love.



I felt no regrets about pulling free a few minutes later and enjoying the view. Angel, her hair spilled out of its confining twist, rocked slowly atop Rose, her eyes closed. On impulse, I walked around the bed to the nightstand and used the key to unfasten the cuffs on Rose’s wrists. Immediately, her hands came up to pull on Angel’s thighs.



Angel’s eyes flew open and she shifted slightly, bending down to focus on Rose’s stuffed pussy. The pair began a frenzied sixty-nine; their tongues attended to swollen clits while Angel began pistoning the dildo into Rose again. Rose’s fingers found their way to Angel’s dripping cunt and asshole.



Their breathing gave way to rough gasps and short keening cries, and then both bodies tensed and relaxed in another simultaneous orgasm. For once, I felt no temptation to meddle.



Perhaps, at long last, I’d received a birthday present after all: patience. I lay down beside them, caressing Angel’s flank, and didn’t worry about my physical capacity. Later — maybe that night, and maybe not — I’d be ready again; and when I was, my Angel would be there for me.



I decided I’d better see what Rose had in her freezer; I didn’t think either of them would be moving from the bed for the rest of the evening.

Carcassonne, Chapter Six – A Place Called Home



© Bad Hobbit




Over supper, Rodrigo and Marie looked a little tired – we had heard them at intervals during the day, and the sounds were becoming more amusing every time. Marie had relaxed and was now very vocal when she climaxed – a quality I admire in a woman, as it rarely fails to excite me to my own peak. (The one exception was a rather fat merchant’s wife in Aragon – but that’s another story). I had noticed that Marie’s vocabulary at such times seemed to encompass words that had previously made her blush, and I was impressed.



As we ate, I said that I felt the inn could be made more successful, but we needed to adopt a different approach. If Eleanor would be guided by me, I said I would help her transform the business within a year. She was impressed at my boast, but sceptical. So Rodrigo and I laid out the plan we had hatched on the road back from Marseilles, and set it before Eleanor. She felt some parts were a little unethical, but liked the overall promise.



A week later, members of two rival Carcassonne gangs met in the ‘Coq D’Or’ in the main street. They had not intended to. Each was there to meet a stranger to discuss a business proposition, but when they saw each other, everything else went out of their minds. The place was laid waste, and customers stayed away. Some drifted into Eleanor’s inn and found the décor improved as we’d applied some whitewash, brought in some new furniture and bought Eleanor and Marie new clothes. The food and drink were also better than they had expected – certainly better than at the Coq D’Or, even though the company was a little less boisterous.



I waited a month or so, then paid the owner of the Coq D’Or a visit, and found him a miserable and bitter man. The place had been a goldmine, but now it was clearly little more than a shell with little trade, though the landlord tried to cover this up. After sharing a cup or two of his sour wine with him, I said I had often nurtured a desire to be an innkeeper, but had never found the right place. He immediately cheered, telling me that it was my lucky day, as he was thinking of retiring and would be interested in finding a buyer.



We haggled for a long time over the price, me eventually paying him a little over the odds of what the place was now worth, though much less than he would have got a few months earlier. He felt he’d got a bargain, took my money and all his possessions, (including a few I thought I had bought), and left for Perpignan the next day. Three weeks later, the inn reopened as ‘The Scallop Shell’, aimed very specifically at the pilgrims headed for Santiago de Compostela. As ‘passing trade’, they had no fear of the recent history of the place that the locals seemed so worried about, and within two months we were full most nights.



Eleanor supervised the cooking, the purchase of the wine and beer, the arrangement of the rooms – pretty well everything practical. I, meanwhile, hired more staff, including several pretty girls as maids and serving wenches – much to Eleanor’s disgust. I pointed out to her that they were not for my amusement but to tempt customers in and then to keep them in for food and meat. She seemed unconvinced, but acceded reluctantly to my plan.



We renamed Eleanor’s Inn ‘St. Jacques’, to add to the pilgrim theme, using it first as an overflow from the Scallop Shell, and later as an auberge in its own right for the older and perhaps more discerning pilgrims requiring a place a little less boisterous than the ‘Shell’ was becoming. Soon, both places were full during the season for pilgrimages, and we were looking for a third inn. Our fortunes were improving and we enjoyed our lives together in Carcassonne.



Our ménage was a little strange to say the least. Although most of the time I lay with Eleanor and Rodrigo with Marie, there were times when the spirit of our first encounter returned.



One day, in high summer, we four rode out to the river, taking a picnic. The weather was hot, the wine was good and we were all soon swimming naked together, playing like children in the cool water. Eleanor returned to the bank, stretched out naked on a blanket in the shade, and slept peacefully. Marie, little minx that she is, arose giggling from the shallows, saw me standing there naked and said in a somewhat tipsy manner that she had forgotten what a big cock I had.



I teased her a little, saying that now she was getting fucked by Rodrigo on a regular basis, she was probably too slack for me. She said that Rodrigo was really only interested in her arse, and that her cunt hardly got stretched at all. Her language and the mock pout that she gave me got me hardening in no time. Rodrigo had clearly had a bit too much wine, as he just grinned, rolled over in the grass by the river and said, “Fuck her if you like. She still keeps talking about your cock, you know.”



I was surprised at Rodrigo’s reaction, and perhaps even more when Marie suddenly knelt beside me and began to suck my member. I became erect very rapidly under this treatment. After a few minutes of this, Marie came up for air.



“Oh Don Carlos, you are such a big man. I’m sure maman really enjoys your attentions, but have you entirely forgotten your little Marie and her oh-so-tight little quim? You know I haven’t been really stretched for quite a while, so my sweet little cunt is probably still as tight as maman’s arse.” The expression on her face was so demure, just like the sweet young girl I had been offered two years earlier, but her language and her manner were so different.



I looked towards Rodrigo, who was observing drunkenly from nearby. “Don’t mind me, Carlos. Go ahead, be my guest.” He belched. “If Marie wants it, you may as well let her have it. But I might want to join in later.” He flopped back onto the grass.



Marie smiled her sweet-little-girl smile that I had seen her use a lot of late. She could charm even the most curmudgeonly customer, and I felt sure that she sometimes used it to make Rodrigo jealous. Now she leaned close and whispered, “Fuck me, please, Don Carlos, while maman is asleep and Rodrigo is too drunk to care. I still remember how you filled me that first time. Please fill me again.”



Whatever I felt for Eleanor, I was still the prisoner of my own penis when a girl like Marie set her sights on me. I confess that the maids I had hired were not purely for the guests’ amusement, although I had yet to set my cock to a quim other than Eleanor’s. Once or twice I had got as far as a kiss, an embrace, a feel of the breasts. On one occasion, a maid had unbuttoned my breeches, all coquettish and ready to service me, but had been so shocked and terrified by what she found there that she had run off in tears! But with Marie – well, that was different. This was a path I had already trodden once. What harm in revisiting it, since the girl seemed determined to take me, with Rodrigo’s consent?



Before I could protest – not that I was minded to do so – the sweet blonde thing straddled my body and began to impale herself on me. I watched her face, transfixed as she concentrated on taking me, feeling, relishing the stretch she was suffering. I watched as she bit her lower lip, her eyes screwed up with concentration. Then, when she had managed to accommodate the head inside her tight cunt, she looked down.



“I have captured your beast, Don Carlos. My sweet little cunny will eat him all up. I’m such a tight little thing, you know, and you’re such a big, strong man with such a big, strong cock. Do you like it when I swallow your huge powerful beast?”



I was transfixed. I still recalled with pleasure the night when I had purchased Marie and her mother for ten francs each, and surprised her by entering her from behind. Now here was the girl virtually demanding of me that I service her. By the time she had slithered her oh-so-tight little cunt all the way down onto me, I was becoming desperate to plough that tight wetness until my cock exploded.



And so I did. The little demon rode me, making her endearing little whimpering noises and her whisperings of “Oh you’re so big, Don Carlos” and “You’re stretching me so much I think I might split in two, monsieur”, and “Please have mercy on my tight little cunt, monsieur!” The girl had become such a teaser. I for my part found her clitoris with my fingers and began to tantalise her until she was moaning with pleasure.



Then my reverie was broken by Rodrigo. He suddenly appeared behind Marie, pushing her forwards onto me. “Oh Rodrigo, so forceful!” she teased, but she spoke too soon. He held a small flask of olive oil in one hand, and before the girl could protest, was applying it to her rear entrance. She squealed, but he simply held her down, bent forward over my body, and she then squealed louder as he pressed his cock into her tight ring. “Rodrigo, no! I’m full of Don Carlos! I cannot – Ah! Ah! AHHHH!”



I confess, it is a strange sensation to feel another man’s cock moving inside a woman you are fucking. Only the thin membrane between her two holes separated Rodrigo’s member from mine, and for me the sensations were strange. For Marie, the sensations seemed overpowering. Her eyes and mouth were wide open, her body pressed down onto mine, her head thrown back, and from her throat came a thin, keening sound – like a choked-off scream.



Rodrigo seemed unmoved by Marie’s reaction. While I held still, cradling the skinny girl in my arms, Rodrigo pressed still deeper into her arse, moving his hand around to cup her mound and stroke her clitoris, brushing my fingers aside, so that I transferred my attention to her tiny breasts. He then began the sort of thrusting I would be loathe to attempt in a girl’s vagina. Marie’s eyes screwed up and I saw tears well at the corners, but Rodrigo seemed not to care. “Do you like this, you little whore? Two cocks in you – is that enough, or should we find a passing boatman so you can suck his at the same time?”



“Rodrigo! Please, be gentle with the girl. You are hurting her!” I protested.



“Nonsense, Carlos, she likes it hard up the arse, don’t you my pretty?” Marie seemed unable to speak, simply making little whimpering noises. “Come on Carlos. You’re not really fucking her, and she keeps talking about that big cock of yours. If you can’t thrust from that angle, move her up and down. She’s as light as a feather.”



He embedded himself balls-deep in her rear, then used his body to push her up and along my shaft. Marie gasped but still said nothing. Then, when she had travelled most of my length, Rodrigo dragged her back, re-filling her tight quim with me, before withdrawing his own shaft.



“Here, Carlos, help me. Keep up the movement. Slide her back and forth.”



“Marie, dearest. I can’t see you hurt,” I said softly to her. “Say the word and we’ll stop.



“Please!” It was the tiniest whisper. “Please, no. Please, don’t…”



“It’s alright Marie. If we move you slowly, I can pull out of you, and then…”



“No, monsieur. Please – please, don’t stop. I am – so near!” Her words were almost pleading, and she gripped my shoulders hard. “Please – do as – as Rodrigo says!”



I confess I was astonished, but I complied nonetheless, and between us Rodrigo and I slid Marie up and down my cock, and Rodrigo plunged in and out of her little arse. And about a minute later, I was aware of a stream of hot fluid gushing over my loins, her climax so strong that, as once before, she was drenching me in her fluids. Marie was squealing breathlessly, and I could feel her unbelievably tight hole squeezing me mercilessly. Rodrigo let go his stream of semen into her tight arse with a hoarse cry, and the two of them collapsed onto me, both panting furiously.



“Off me, now, I beg you,” I gasped, “or I will spend inside you!” The sensations were unbearable – I had to take my climax immediately.



“Don Carlos – fill me with your seed. Don’t hold back, I pray!” Marie sighed, to my astonishment and delight. Seconds later I did as she said, and my climax inside her was one of the strongest I have ever experienced.



The three of us lay in a heap, exhausted, sated. Marie kissed me, almost like the sweet kiss she gave me on that first night. Then she turned to Rodrigo, who leaned over her shoulder and kissed her more passionately. “I love you, my Rodrigo. You are such a bold lover!”



“And I adore you, my Marie. I trust that pleased you?”



“Oh Rodrigo, it was so – exquisite. And Don Carlos, thank you so much. I so needed to feel that big, big cock of yours once more. Maman has monopolised it for too long!”



“Perhaps, but now I see you are putting it to good use, ma petite.” I looked around and saw Eleanor lying on one elbow, observing us. Her face betrayed what I felt was more than a little annoyance.



“So, you two rogues. You’ve violated my daughter in the most unspeakable manner. And you, Carlos. You pledge me undying devotion, and then you stick your cock into Marie at the first opportunity. What do you have to say?”



“Maman! Please do not chide Don Carlos for this. I made him do it. I was in such need …”



“Marie, I can see that your physical prowess would enable you to overpower such a puny specimen as Don Carlos.” The sarcasm in Eleanor’s voice was palpable. “I found your performance today quite extraordinary. To imagine that a daughter of mine would allow herself to be used, to be filled in such a brutal manner, frankly surprises me. How could you?” She sounded angry and hurt.



“Maman, I wanted it! I love it when Rodrigo takes me up the arse, and when he is strong and powerful – well, it feels even better. I have tried putting my fingers, even a courgette inside my quim as he sodomises me, and it makes my climaxes even stronger. I needed to try it with something even bigger, and Don Carlos’s manhood is the largest thing I believe my quim can take. Maman, it felt so exquisite it seemed that I was with the angels!”



“With these two horny demons poking your fire with their rods? It seems unlikely, my pretty. And you two – what do you have to say for yourselves?”



There was no point in bluster or excuse. Marie was still impaled on our softening members and semen was leaking all over us. I was drenched in Marie’s juices and we probably stank of sex. “Eleanor, my dear. What can I say? You are my most precious one, but I started my relationship with you when you offered me your daughter’s quim for five francs. As you know, I accepted your offer and enjoyed the experience immensely, since when my cock has been yours and yours alone. But Marie has tasted its effects, and whilst I know Rodrigo is a proficient lover, I do not blame the girl for seeking to repeat her earlier experience. But I beg you to excuse my weakness. You yourself introduced me to her sweet tightness and her delicate little body. Now that she has experienced much – and Rodrigo has tutored her well – she is the most delightful of bedfellows; second only to you my dear.”



“Flattering rogue! Well clearly I can see that my sweet daughter has been corrupted irreversibly. Rodrigo, you have much to answer for.”



“Madame Eleanor, it is not I alone who must bear the blame – and indeed the credit – for that. You forget that she first experienced the joy of the rear entrance by emulating her maman. I cannot be blamed if the little minx – I believe your own words when you first tried to sell her to us – has become not only an eager pupil but also an insatiable enculeuse. I claim the credit for showing her this delight, since my organ is less proud and less intimidating than Don Carlos’s mighty tool and is therefore more easily a giver of pleasure, rather than of pain. But my dearest madame, from the sounds I hear through the wall at night, it seems that you also enjoy accommodating my master – and yours – both front and rear, so please do not deny Marie and I our use of such pleasures.”



To my surprise, Eleanor smiled. “Rodrigo, I cast no blame, nor am I truly angry with any of you. Whilst I am perhaps a little jealous of Don Carlos for putting his rod once more inside my daughter, despite our closer relationship,” and here she shot me a warning glance, “I believe that this small damage is easily remedied. Perhaps the goose should have the same sauce as the gander, n’est-ce pas? Rodrigo, you are a fine, strong young man, and unlike my daughter, I have never experienced your services as a lover. I suggest that the three of you clean yourselves in the river, and then you show me your skills. Don Carlos, you may observe, and only join us if I request it, do you understand?”



I smiled with some relief. So Eleanor’s jealousy could be assuaged by allowing Rodrigo to fuck her. All was well, since I would not deny either of them. Perhaps I could return to one or other of Marie’s tight holes when my friend and my regular lover were suitably occupied.



We three separated gingerly from each other, and then waded into the cool water to cleanse our bodies, and Eleanor joined us. We splashed each other playfully, but with none of my scented oils, our toilet was a little less scrupulous than usual.



We climbed out of the cool water and our bodies soon dried, partially because of the heat of the day, and partly because we were soon locked in a four-way embrace. Rodrigo and Eleanor had begun kissing and caressing whilst still in the water, Eleanor casting glances in my direction to look for signs of jealousy. I gave her none, since she deserved to sample whatever pleasures she desired from my friend, and I had no fear that he would steal my woman – nor I his. As those two continued their fondling and kissing on the blanket by the water’s edge, I slid in behind Eleanor, nuzzling her neck and reaching round to cup and stroke her breasts. Marie slid alongside me, dividing her attentions between both of we men, touching and stroking Rodrigo’s skin, whilst surreptitiously caressing my hardening shaft.



Rodrigo’s organ, meanwhile, was being tended to very effectively by Eleanor, first with her hands, then between her full breasts – a feat of which sweet Marie was not capable – and finally in her warm mouth. Rodrigo’s face was a picture of delicious torment as he experienced for the first time the touch of those lips and that tongue which had so often driven me to wild climax. Eleanor is an accomplished mouth-artiste, as Rodrigo was rapidly discovering, and I was afraid she would coax him beyond his limit as she had with me on more than one occasion, especially as she seemed capable of devouring much more of Rodrigo’s length than she could manage with mine.



But this was not to be, as after a long and very deep suck on my companion’s rigid cock, which made him cry out, she slowly pulled back, and allowed the throbbing organ to stand erect before her face. She looked up at its owner and smiled. “Now – eat my quim, Rodrigo. Show me how skilled you are with your silver tongue. And then, when I’m ready, I want you to fuck me, Rodrigo.”



She glanced at me to see what effect her words were having, but I just smiled and kissed her, continuing to stroke her luscious breasts. Marie, the sweet little whore, had been lying on her belly, sucking the head of my shaft as I knelt behind Eleanor. She now rapidly changed position, perhaps so as not to arouse her maman’s suspicions that she was once again exploring parts she should not.



I moved aside and slowly lowered Eleanor onto the blanket, but continued to caress her breasts as Rodrigo sank between her thighs. With gentle lapping stokes at first, gradually increasing intensity, he made my Eleanor’s slit glisten and begin to flood with moisture. Then, with great care, he used that moisture to ease the passage of his fingers into her dripping quim and her tight rosebud hole. First a finger in each, then slowly introducing more, his ‘come-hither’ movements with two fingers in her sweet cunt arousing her inexorably upwards. Meanwhile, his thrusts with two and then three fingers at her rear were met first with squeals of protest, and then with moans of pleasure.

This is a story about a desperate family that was all alone. The mother left the father about a year ago, the son was always single and the sister had been single for about 4 months and they were having no look hooking up. They didn’t know why. They were a good looking family. Stan (the father) had short dark hair; very clean cut. He had broad shoulders. He kind of looked like your typical gag card poster boy for over the hill. You know the ones where there’s a hot guy on the front saying, “you wont get this anymore now that your over the hill.” Kalvin was a freshman in college (the son). He was the pretty boy type. Long blonde hair down over his ears, perfect skin, not too tan, not too pale, thin face, blue eyes, average build. Then, Lily, who was 18 and a senior in high school (the daughter) …………. Wow. She was thin, DD, Long down hair all the way down to her back, 5’6″, 120lbs, perfect ass, baby blue eyes, not a scar, scratch, blemish, mark on her body, she was sexy and she knew it but, since her boyfriend she couldn’t find anybody worthy enough for her perfection. Kalvin was always shy and didn’t know how to talk to girls no matter how much they threw themselves at him and Stan’s wife left him for a drug dealer with more money.



It was a normal Saturday and everybody was home. Dad was off work and the kids were off school. Normal breakfast all except Stan just now noticed how perfect his daughters ass was. She was wearing the same pjs she always did. T-shirt with no bra and her underwear. She came down for breakfast and bent over the get the cereal out of the bottom cupboard and Stan just found himself stuck staring at her ass. It almost seemed like she did it on purpose she was waving her ass back and forth. Stan tried to snap out of it and he told himself, “come on Stan, I know you’re hard up but, that’s your daughter.” He shook his head and focused on his breakfast. He looked up again and seen her hard nipples from the morning air coming through the kitchen window and blowing on her huge tits and he found himself staring again. He was caught back in his trance.



Except this time, he got caught. Lily was staring right back at him and noticed him staring. “Dad.” Lily said.



He replied, “Yah honey.”



“Are you alright?”



“Yah, I was just thinking.”



“While you were staring at my tits.” She laughed.



“No, it just looked like that.” Stan said with a slight cough looking back at his breakfast a little embarrassed. Stan couldn’t get sex off his mind and he got the idea it’s alright to check out your daughter if you don’t get caught again…… right? So, he asked her, “Hey honey, can you get me the sugar right next to the bowls there. I didn’t put enough in my coffee.”



She said, “Sure dad.” She bent back over to grab the sugar in the cupboards. Her ass practically in his face. He just admired and actually got a little close and took a whiff of her pussy with his eyes closed. It smelled exquisite. After the whiff he just imagined what it would taste like. He opened his eyes and looked around her. Damn……. Caught again. His daughter was looking right at him. She started to giggle in shock, “Damn Dad. Perverted much today. Holy shit.” She handed him the sugar. She laughed a little again saying, “You need to get laid.”



He said, “Tell me about it. Where’s your brother?”



She said in a smart ass tone, “Why you want to stare at his ass too?” She laughed a quick high pitch laugh.



Stan just smiled and said, “Are you going to crack jokes all day or are you going to tell me where your brother is, smart ass?”



“Where do you think he is? He’s sleeping like a lazy ass.”



“Who you calling lazy? It’s 10:30 and your just now waking up.”



“touche.”



“Why don’t you go wake your lazy ass brother up and tell him to start on his job hunt, since he didn’t do it yesterday?”



“ok dad.”



She left the kitchen after pouring her cereal and went to run up the stairs. Stan just couldn’t help himself, he peeked around the corner and watched her ass as she ran up the stairs. It was almost like slow motion. Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek right cheek. Stan almost popped a boner so he went back in the kitchen. Lily ran into Kevins room and opened the door and there was her brother sleeping with the covers off and a HUGE erection. He slept naked and he must have thrown the covers off in his sleep because, he was bearing all on his back. She couldn’t help but stair in awe. He must have been 9 inches. There it was laying over his stomach and Lily was actually kind of already horny from her Dad staring her up, even though she hated that fact. That’s how it was. Well there she was just staring at her brothers huge 9″ juicy cock laying over her stomach. Her boyfriend was maybe half that size. She never seen one so big before. She wanted nothing more than to just run in and jam it in her mouth and just suck him dry. She got wet thinking about it.



She slowly crept in his room. Caressing her breast wanting to touch it so bad but, she was afraid he’d hit her. They’ve gotten into fist fights in the past so, it wouldn’t be uncommon. She had to touch it though. So she crept right next to him and ever so lightly ran her one finger from the base right next to his balls to the tip. He opened his eyes slightly and seen his sister standing there. He muttered, “Did you just touch my dick?”



She said quickly and definitely guilty, “no.”



He fully woke up, “WHOA, WHAT THE FUCK?! I’M NAKED!!! CAN’T YOU KNOCK!”



She played it off and laughed, “Come on, it’s not like nothing I’ve never seen before, jerk.”



He replied and uncovered himself, sitting on his bed with head down trying to wake up. “Yah, I’m sure you have slut.”



She slapped him in the head and snarled, “Don’t call me a slut, faggot.” She was trying to start a fight with him, hoping he’d fight her naked……….. And it worked.



He stood up while punching her leg, “bitch.” he said slightly raising voice.



“FUCK YOU! ASSHOLE!” she yelled slapping his face. He tackled her and she was getting really hot because, his face was buried in her double D’s and his enormous cock was right under her pussy. She was getting really fucking wet and she couldn’t believe herself for getting all hot and bothered by her older brother. She actually bit her bottom lip, grabbed the back of his head and acted like she was trying to pull his hair but, really she was digging face right between her tits.



He pulled away and got off of her, “Get off me slut.”



She wasn’t going to let him get off that easy. So, she leaned forward as soon as he turned around and gave his ass a huge painful pinch. He turned around with his now half erection and said as he came at her, “This is weird. Can I at least get dressed before I kick your ass?”



She giggled out, “no.” As Kevin came at her to shove her on the ground she ducked slightly and opened her mouth and she got a lucky shot. Kevins’ hard cock went right in her mouth and he fell right on top of her jamming his dick down her throat. They were both shocked at first. Kevin immediately got to his hands and knees and before he got up he noticed Lily was sucking and swirling her tongue around. He was frozen he didn’t know what to do. He was slowly taking it out and then he heard her moaning and she was just letting it sit in her mouth and was using her tongue like crazy and licking it all around. He didn’t know what to think.



She grabbed his ass and started pushing down on it. He was by this time all the way back to a 9″ rock hard boner. Lily wanted this more than anything. She was so fucking horny. She moved her head sideways and pulled it out and said, “Kevin, I know it’s confusing. Just don’t think about it. Just do it.” He just looked at her as she put him back in her mouth and grabbed his ass pushing down and encouraging him to fuck her face. So he did he laid his legs back flat and kept his hands on the ground and starting shaking his hips to fuck her mouth. She was moaning like crazy and grabbing his ass viciously. Kevin started picking up speed fucking faster and faster.



Just then they heard, “WHAT THE FUCK!!!”



It startled them and Kevin got off of his sister and there dad was turning around with his one hand in the air. “DAD!” they both said.



Stan turned around with and said with a tremble in his voice, “What the fuck were you guys just doing?”



“ummm, ummm, ummm.” was all they could manage to say.



“Lily were you just sucking off your brother.” They couldn’t say anything because, they were caught red handed. “Holy shit.” Stan said as he walked downstairs.



Lily ran after him and caught him on the stairs, “Daddy.” she said almost whining.



“Lily, I can’t believe what I just saw.”



She yelled back, “OK SAYS THE MAN WHO WAS LOOKING ME UP THIS MORNING!!” Stan said in shock, “O.K. imagining is one thing but, actually doing it. That’s fucked up.”



“Oh, so it’s o.k. to think about fucking your daughter but, actually doing it with you’re brother is something totally different. Is that what I’m hearing?” He just stood there because, he knew he’d been stumped. All he could do is go back down stairs. Lily had to think of something fast while he was still pondering.



So, she ran up to her room and ran past Kevins room she said quickly to him as he was still naked and now limp standing in his doorway, “Come with me, if you want me to finish you off.” He ran right behind her into her room. She hurried into the back end of her closet where she was hiding a dirty French maid costume her boyfriend bought for her on valentines day.



As she was getting it out of the closet Kevin was looking in and asked her, “What are you doing?” She responded, “I’m going to fuck you and Dad.” She said casually.



“Wow…. O.k……… So, when did you became the family call girl.”



She aggressively replied, “Look, I’m a girl and I have needs. I haven’t been fucked in like 5 months and I’m getting tired of playing with myself. We’re in the middle of nowhere and the one hot guy within like 100 miles broke up with me and you and dad are the only other hot guys I’ve ever met because, we never leave this god forsaken place.”



He looked like he kind of understood and just said, “Oh…… O.K.”



Lily sighed, “So, do you want in or not.”



Kevin hesitated for a few seconds and looked around thinking, “I want it.”



She smiled and kissed his cheek, “thought so.” She hurried up and put on her slutty maid outfit and her shiny white high heels and motioned for her brother to follow her downstairs. Right in the middle of the stairs she stopped her brother and began whispering to him, “O.K. Here’s how it’s going to go. I go downstairs and seduce him wait until we’re well into it and I’ll give you the signal.”



“What’s the signal.”



“I’ll say, yah baby, do you like that tight pussy? Then, that’s the ok to come in and join…. O.K.”



“O.K.”



She gave him a passionate French kiss and ran down the stairs to the entrance of the kitchen where she seen her father was sitting at the table with his head in his hands. She made a sexy entrance and said in a seductive French accent, “Hello, Stan.”



Stan looked up and shook his head, “No Lily, this is wrong, please stop.”



She ignored and continued with the role play, “What’s wrong Stan, Don’t feel like letting the maid dust you off and who is this Lily? It’s just you and me don’t you remember me? I am Sophi.”



He still protested, “Lily you’re my daughter, we can’t do this.”



She broke her character and let out a sigh followed by a rant, “Dad, you haven’t been fucked in a year and I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound conceded but, I’m a hot piece of ass, daughter or not. We are 10 miles from the nearest house nobody knows us around here because, the only time we leave is for work or school and we’re all single and need sex. Why don’t you just drop you’re boundaries and just fuck me. I don’t care how you do it call me whatever you want. If you have to pretend I’m not your daughter then do that. I don’t care how you do it. Just do it!…….. I seen you staring at my body this morning don’t you want a closer look, maybe that would help.” She pulled down the built in bra on the maids outfit and let her DD breast fall right out of the cup.



Stan was not protesting and he was caught back in his trance and she knew it. She said innocently and beggingly, “It’s O.K. daddy…. Touch ‘em……. Go ahead daddy, touch ‘em, they’re yours.” He looked up at his daughters face and then back to her porn star like rack and slowly reached his hand out grabbing one breast and letting it sit there. She spoke to him like a child that just took a feeding bite, “There you go, doesn’t that feel good. Go ahead, feel them, play with them, do whatever you like daddy, I’m you’re bitch and I like it, it’s O.K.” He slowly slipped his fingers around her nipple pinching it as he reached for the other breast and she straddled him in the chair and her mini skirt went up exposing her hairless pussy.



Her breast was now in his face and he almost had no choice due to lack of room but, to start using his mouth. He put one nipple in his mouth and started sucking and she arched her back moaning forcing him to fill his mouth with her breast. When she straightened her back again. He switched off sucking the other one. Then releasing and flicking her hard nipple with the tip of his tongue and then she grabbed his face and began kissing him as she reached underneath unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper. He began breathing heavily as she reached under her and began stroking his cock through his underwear and motioning like she was riding him, bouncing her juicy tits in his face as he began sticking his tongue out getting them all wet as she stroked harder and faster.



Then, she quickly like a flash got down on her knees and pulled out his 7″ erection. Average but, she couldn’t wait to get her brothers 9″ cock deep in her cunt. On her knees she pulled down his jeans and underwear and went straight to licking his cock with no hands. She looked up at her dad as she asked him as his cock just flopped all over her tongue and face as he looked down on her and asked, “Am I a bad girl daddy.”



He looked at her as his cock throbbed with that sentence, “Yes sweetie, you’re a very bad girl.”



“Then slap me with your cock daddy, slap my tongue and face and tell me I’m a bad girl.” Stan grabbed his cock and did just that.



She stuck out her tongue and he gave it a few swats and said, “Bad girl, you’re a really bad girl.” He smacked her cheek a few times and said, “now suck my cock, you bad girl, that’s your punishment, you’re grounded to suck my cock.”



She replied, “ok daddy, whatever you say.” Then, she grabbed the base and began sucking fast. Then, she began sucking harder and stroking the other half.



Stan was obviously enjoying it because, he just let out a moan, closed his eyes and tilted his head back and let out a, “oh, yeah baby. That’s good. That’s real good.”



She stopped sucking but kept stroking, “Oh, yeah daddy, you like me sucking your cock.”



He looked down and smiled, “Yes baby, I love you sucking my cock.”



“My pussy feels even better….. Wanna try?”



He didn’t even respond. He stood up and practically threw her an her stomach bent over the table and said, “Spread your legs sweetheart and let me in that pussy baby.” She was really turned on and wet by her dads sudden aggression.



She just submitted and let out a pouty, “Yes daddy, anything for you daddy, please fuck my pussy, please.”



“No problem sweety.” He swirled his cock around the inside of her wet lips and then slowly inserted his penis. Immediately she let out a painful but, pleasurable moan as he bottomed out inside her. He asked, “Do you like that baby?”



She whined, “Yes daddy.”



“Yah, you like daddies fat cock stretching your pussy.”



She moaned, “Ooooooh yes daddy fuck me with that huge cock. Yah baby, do you like that tight pussy?” That was the signal. Kevin came walking in cock hard and huge as ever. Stan slowed down a little bit I guess not knowing what to think but, just as Lily planned he was too in the moment to care and Lily said, “Come on Kevin. Stick that cock in my mouth.” Kevin gladly obliged and he went to the front of the table where his sisters face was just in the right spot and stuck it in her mouth and starting fucking it. Lily not double stuffed was in heaven. Dad in her pussy, brother in her mouth, she couldn’t help it. She climaxed right away and came all over her dads cock. This gave Stan a boost and he heightened her orgasm and started railing his daughter which opened up her mouth as wide as it would go to where her moan wasn’t even muffled anymore she was in a full blown body high, “OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH DAAADDYYYYYYYY I’M CUUUMMMMING.” Kevin pulled out to let her finish her orgasm induced sentence. “OOOOHHHHHH YAH DADDY FUCK MY PUUUUSSSYYY!!!!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!!”



Stan grinded his daughters pussy one more time and he knew he did good because he felt her pussy pulsating as she went totally limp with her head in her arms and moaning so softly. Then, he took command like a porn director, “Kevin get under your sister, it’s time to give her a new experience.” Lily was in such ecstasy she didn’t even protest. Stan was so strong he just picked up his little girl and held her horizontal as Kevin climbed on the table and got underneath her. Then, he perfectly set her down on top of his sons cock and told her to ride him. She willfully obeyed as she laid on top of him and started pumping his massive rod and began her moaning again. Stan ran and got a step stool and set it up in front of the table as he climbed stepped up on it and asked his daughter, “Can you clean me off baby? When your done make sure you put a lot of spit on it.”



Still drained from her massive orgasm she said, “O.K. daddy.” as she opened up and invited him into her mouth as she slowly went up and down on her brother dick. After a couple minutes of sucking all her cum off her fathers cock. He stepped down off the stool and went behind Lily and opened up the table drawer where he conveniently had some lube stored from when him and his wife would fuck on the table when the kids were at school. He stepped back up on the stool and lubed up his finger and rubbed it around on Lily’s bouncing asshole and she asked, “What are you doing daddy?”



He casually responded, “Well baby, I’m going to fuck your ass.” He could tell she got scared because, even though she was still fucking her brother her ass tightened up. He reassured her, “Don’t worry baby, daddy’s done this before, just relax. You’ll love it. I promise.” Trusting her father she relaxed and so did her hole. He gently inserted his finger and it made her start grinding her brothers cock and he loved it because, Kevin let out a pleasurable moan. Then, slowly and gently he started fingering her virgin ass and daddy was right. She did love it because, she started working towards her climax again.



Just then, Stan said, “O.K. honey, you’re going to have to stay still for a second.”



She stopped and looked back and encouraged him by saying, “Please daddy, punish my virgin ass, I’ve been so bad.” He didn’t want to be gentle after that and she asked for it. So he rammed his cock straight into her virgin hole and she shrieked in pain and almost cried out, “OWWW DADDY THAT HURTS!”



He replied heartlessly, “It’s supposed to. You’re a bad girl, remember. It’s a punishment.” “OWWW DADDY!!!! OWW!”



“Stop crying and just keep fucking your brother and you’ll like it. I promise. We’ll make you cum again.”



She submitted again, “OK daddy, I’ll obey.” She started bucking with 2 cocks in her.



Kevin commented, “Damn sis, dads cock is making you so tight.”



“Thanks Kevin…. Your cock is so huge. I’m glad it fits my tight pussy.”

Not long after I finished writing the last part in the series, Gift from Outer Space, I wrote a couple more chapters on what I thought would happen next. I wanted to explore some sci-fi concepts and revisit some of my favorite characters. However, life got extremely busy and a part of me felt the most interesting part of their tale had been told.



Now they’re back, at least for two chapters or so. To those new to the series, be forewarned that it features dickgirls doing other girls. If you haven’t read the other chapters, I hope this makes you interested in checking them out. If you don’t, no worries. I have recapped the back story for the sake of new readers. This story picks up pretty much right where “Gift” left off.




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Renee’s blue eyes gazed at Earth through the Amphitryon’s windows. It was a distant blue sphere set against the star-studded blackness of space and the horizon of the moon. She could make out the distinctive shape of Africa, and even the Sahara, but from a distance of 240,000 miles it all seemed so very small.



The ship’s medical robot came wheeling out of one of the rooms and down the hall, carrying a large bundle of bedclothes. Renee nodded in greeting.



“Doctor,” she said, trying to make humor out of the irony.



The robot stopped. “Is my assistance required?”



“No, get going.”



With that, the robot moved on down the hall. It seemed to Renee that lately the ship’s medical robot was employed more as a housekeeper than anything else. All it did was change out bedsheets around the clock, and pick up after her and her girlfriends.



Renee could hear their voices emanating from one of the staterooms. She remained where she was for the moment, hoping in vain to just enjoy the view of Earth in peace. It wasn’t their chattering that distracted her, it was how she was trying to anticipate the questions her folks would ask. She couldn’t help going over her practiced lies and deflections. She couldn’t tell them the truth, but how could she hope to look mom in the eye, lie, and get away with it?



“Nothing to fear,” she told herself. “Mom and dad love me.”



There would be admonishments. After all, she had flunked out of college and her “lesbian lover roommate” Nina would get some of the blame. It was unjust and unfair. She had much bigger accomplishments than getting a few passing grades, she just couldn’t tell her parents about them. The whole story was utterly unbelievable, perverted, and pornographic.



“Let’s see now Renee,” she could envision her dad saying, after she told the whole story. “In summary, you had an alien cock and fucked nearly everyone in sight. Meanwhile the aliens tried to kidnap you to get it back. Do I have that right, young lady?”



Nope, they would think she was on acid and crack! Tell that story, and sooner or later one of her parents would sneak off to the phone and call a shrink or a rehab clinic. Worse, their image of their daughter would be shattered forever.



Renee sighed and resigned to let the unjust accusations against her and Nina stand, and just make sure her parents knew she loved them both anyway. With that, she headed to Josie’s stateroom, where the girls had gathered.



Josie was there of course. The petite brunette was in a conversation with Kirsten and Bonnie. Rather, Josie was the only one not talking, the other two were yammering away like yentas at a tupperware party. All of them were wearing white bathrobes.



Renee smiled at the girls. Seeing them living in these staterooms gave Renee a feeling of accomplishment. Recently these surroundings had been her prison, and the windows had offered views of various distant places. Now she could see Earth outside, and inside her friends were there with her, free to come and go as they pleased. Yes, she had come a long way. Thanks to a mad robot named Loki, Nina’s support, and luck, they had overcome the machinations of a corrupt bureaucrat that had tried to confiscate her property.



It was a very special and unique piece of property.



What at first appeared to be no more than a strap-on dildo turned out to be an alien sex symbiont. Nina had given it as a novelty to Renee. They thought it would fulfill some of their sex fantasies, but they wound up with a new life they had never bargained for. Renee found herself bonded with the symbiont and no one, not even she, could remove it.



On the capitol world of Serra-5, a mechanized schoolmistress named Lady Vera was informed about the symbiont falling into the laps of the clueless Earth dwellers. She tried to finangle a way to legally abduct them and collect the valuable symbiont. She used her ties to arrange for Renee and her suitemates at the college dorm to be transported to her headquarters at Pleasure Castle.



There were several legs to the journey. Initially they were detained in a single large cell on the moon. Alone with her girlfriends, the symbiont put Renee’s libido into high gear. She fucked her gorgeous coeds night and day, trying every position the moon’s low gravity would allow. She was insatiable, and they were addicted to her cock.



Then she was transferred to the Amphitryon after a few days, where she met a pair of exotic sex slaves that happened to be there by chance. The slaves, Macy and Leifa, were curious about Renee and sought her out, against orders that dictated solitary confinement.



The slaves, categorically known as Avashai, built a friendship that lasted despite being forged in the heat of ongoing sexual trysts. Although Renee was a prisoner that would eventually be delivered as live cargo to Vera’s Pleasure Castle, even this could not prevent their reunion. (For more on this, read A Union Consummated and Gift from Outer Space 1-7)



Renee had heard enough chit chat. The clock was ticking on their last opportunity to visit Earth.



“Ladies, why aren’t you dressed? We’re going.” Renee addressed the girls, placing her hands on her hips. “Don’t you have your beacons?”



“We do,” said Josie.



“It’s the last time. I don’t know why I dread going so much. I miss home,” Kirsten the uptight too-perfect blonde said.



“Oh, I am gonna miss this planet,” Bonnie sighed. “Though, it’s almost difficult to go.”



“Of course it’s difficult,” Josie said. “Seeing your parents again, only to tell them you’re leaving again?”



“They thought we were missing or dead,” Kirsten sighed. “They’re bound to be clingy, and not want us to leave so soon.”



“Well, you know what I think. There’s no sense in going,” Josie flatly stated. “We can’t even tell them the truth.”



As she spoke, Nina emerged from one of the staterooms, dressed in a black skin-tight jump suit with a red jacket on top.



“Let’s do this,” she said, in her Bronx Peurto Rican accent. “Hey, come on, get dressed!” she snapped at the girls. “Hello? Now!



They dispersed to go change. All except Josie.



“I’ve decided to stay here,” Josie said. “There’s a few things I might want to do down there, but really, I don’t know if I could live with myself after all the lying. It’s just not going to work for me.”



Nina and Renee looked at her. Josie was the brains of the group, the girls considered her their best kept secret. They automatically respected her decision.



“Well, no one is gonna make you go,” Nina said. “Just think about it some.”



“Your parents know you’re alright?”



“Yes, I’ve been e-mailing them.”



“Hmm, wonder how long it’s going to take after we leave before she gets all tangled up in bed with Macy and Leifa?” Nina mused with a grin. All three giggled.



“You’re looking great in that outfit,” Josie deflected, admiring Nina’s supple curves through her skin-tight outfit.



“Why thank you,” Nina said.



“Hey, that’s my fiancee you’re hitting on,” Renee said with mock jealousy.



“Josie can compliment me anytime,” Nina said reassuringly.



“Well, you know I have been thinking about when Nina puts TeeGee on, I’d like to um, you know,” Josie blushed. “Which I think you would all agree is understandable.” TeeGee was the nickname of the phallic symbiont. “Are you guys going to be exclusive?”



“I’m going to have a talk with Nina about that,” Renee said. “I know how hard it is to resist temptation.”



There was an awkward silence.



“I still can’t get over that outfit,” Josie said to Nina. “You look like a biker chick from the future!”



“Yeah,” Renee added. “Aren’t your parents going to think it’s a little unusual?”



You try to find Behtorian styles that match Earth’s. Besides, we’re in New York!” she grinned. “They’ll just think I’ve been adapting to college life or some shit. Anyway, they’ll have better things to ask me about than my style of clothes.” Nina grinned. “Not that I’m going to be able to tell them much. I’ll just tell ‘em as many lies as it takes to get ‘em to shut up and stop worrying about me. Before they know it, I’ll be back on this ship.”



“Are you going to tell them about me?” Renee asked.



“I still don’t know, it depends if they’re gettin’ all loco when they see me. You know I want to, but,” she paused.



“I know.” Renee understood all too well. This might be their last chance to leave their parents with kind memories, rather than angst over their daughter’s homosexuality.



“I just can’t wait till we get back to the ship,” Nina effervesced. “Because then I can put him on.”



***



All the others had left to spend their last day on Earth. Josie sat down at her desk and flipped on a couple of holographic displays. She had access to a wealth of holographic documentaries. There was so much to learn about, she couldn’t decide whether to read up on the most up-to-date engineering and industrial practices or take a detailed look at what astrophysicists had found out about exploration of things like nebulas and gas giants.



The intercom rang briefly and Macy’s voice came over the line. “Josie? We’ve just finished assisting all the girls through the teleporter. They said you weren’t going.” It was Macy’s voice.



“That’s right, I’m just going to relax on the ship.” Josie replied.



“Is that right? Don’t want to see your folks?”



“Nope,”



“How come?”



“Don’t want to lie to them.”



Macy’s voice came over the speakers again.



“Hey you know, there are other things we could do. We have a teleporter here, after all.”



“Hmm. Like what?”



“Oh, I don’t know. We could visit some hot clubs in Europe right now,” Macy replied.



Josie shook her head. “Not in the mood.”



“How about seeing some old friends?” Leifa asked.



Josie thought about it for a second.



“Nope. I don’t want to lie to them either.”



“We could visit some of Earth’s mountains and historical places,” Macy countered.



“Nah.”



“Then what are you going to do?” Macy asked.



“I’m just doing some research here.”



“Research?” Macy furrowed her brow. “What about?”



“About, well, what’s out here in this quadrant. What kind of business there is. You know, where I might go to make my fortunes.”



“Josie, there’s plenty of time for that later. Have a little fun, this is Earth we’re talking about. Your home.”



“Home? Behtor’s billions call it a dirt world – those two words are still ringing in my ears. Seeing it, and the pointlessness of the whole struggle, its just going to depress me.”



“Well, suit yourself then. If you get a moment, come be our company, okay?”



“I was hoping you’d say that.”



***



Josie decided to keep researching a little longer, so as not to give the impression that sex was a higher priority than her studies. She got so wrapped up in it, however, that the little brunette was at her desk for hours.



The door chirped quite unexpectedly, then medical robot announced itself and entered.



Josie realized she could employ the robot’s services in the shower. She started the next audio documentary in her queue, a discussion on Behtor’s demographics, and transferred the audio to the bathroom. Then she hopped out of her desk chair and flung her robes to the floor.



“Doctor,” she said to the robot, “Assist me in the shower.”



Since she was taking on two Avashai, she decided she would like to be clean as a whistle. She stood facing the wall, hands resting on the handrails and legs spread somewhat. Water streamed down her torso and legs. She braced as the robot gently inserted a narrow probe into her rectum. The probe was about the size of a thick pen, and it was made of stainless steel. It had holes along the surface that functioned as spray nozzles, air exchanges, and water intakes, and the like. The front tip tapered to a rounded cone, and the other end was connected to a half dozen hoses.



Once inserted and activated, it made her feel like she was having a bowel movement and a vibrator up there at the same time. This wasn’t Josie’s first time, but she kept looking down between her legs, expecting the worst. As before, there were no leaks of any kind. In less than a minute the procedure was over.



Josie then handed the robot a soapy sponge and instructed it to wash her back. The robot, of course, complied.



That out of the way, she dismissed the robot and finished washing up on her own. After the shower, she had the medical robot do her hair up in a french braid. She thought about the two Avashai caressing her, eagerly thrusting their cocks toward her pelvis. She imagined them both penetrating her at the same time, and found herself getting wet thinking about how it would feel with both of her holes stuffed.



She dismissed the robot then and admired herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was braided to perfection. Her hazel eyes that used to shine with intelligence were framed with extra dark lashes. Her smile was as flawless as her skin, her body athletic and trim. She had smallish but firm, rounded breasts with perky pink nipples. Her legs were toned and sexy, a remnant of her years in high school track.



She slipped on a pink negligee and stood in front of the mirror, giving herself one last look. Her perky pink nipples poked up against the sheer fabric and her ass was looking very tight and juicy in a lacy matching thong.



“Leifa?” she said, her voice activating the intercom. “Ready when you are.”



After a few moments, Leifa’s voice came back over the intercom. “We’ll be there soon.”



Josie decided to check her email. Ever since she had become famous, she had been getting emails from admirers, and it was a very new experience for her. She had been cute in college, but not this alluring. Not even close. Now, she felt like a beauty queen every day, on par with sexpots like Kirsten and Renee. Her self image also had quite an impact on her sexuality. Before, she only liked missionary and doggy style with her boyfriend. Now she was open to a lot more, including fooling around with other girls. Admittedly, she preferred those girls have big cocks but that didn’t stop her from all the kissing and flirting that went on between her and the other coeds.



She had plenty of admirers throughout this quadrant of the Milky Way, known as Behtor. Many of her admirers were hunky or at least cute — on the surface, anyway. She received holo-vids of them constantly, which ranged from clothed to naked and raunchy. She decided to take a look at the latest.



A guy with a trim and muscular build wearing a metallic mask appeared in 3d.



“Josie, you better get on your knees and beg for my cock.”



“Wow,” Josie said to herself. The guy was clearly going for shock value.



“Slobber all over my hot fuck pole. Swallow my load, you cock slut. I will drown you. Say no, and I will bend you over and nail your ass–”



Josie deleted the email. She was reminded why she had her image consultant hire someone to reply to her most hard core fans.



“What a fucking weirdo,” she murmured to herself.



Though she loved muscular, masculine men, Josie was about to get a better fucking than any of her manly admirers could muster, so she didn’t feel like she was missing out on much.



The door chirped.



“It’s Macy and Leifa,” came the latter’s voice, through the intercom.



“Come in,” she replied.



The door opened and the two Avashai walked into the room. They were naked as always, their bodies white with black markings but otherwise the shape of feminine perfection. At least, they were up until the moment they locked their gaze on Josie and almost simultaneously, their cocks sprang out, hardening before Josie’s eyes.



“Josie, I know you’ve been studying hard, but we are going to help you relax.” Leifa said.



“Relax? We are going to fuck like bunnies,” Macy said with a wicked grin.



Josie couldn’t help but gaze at their throbbing dicks. It felt like she had been looking forward to this moment for days. In truth Leifa had boned her just the night before last, but she was excited by the prospect of having them both at the same time.



They walked up to her. Without a word, they began kissing her neck, shoulders and bare skin. As they moved to kiss her breasts, they deftly removed her negligee.



They sank onto the bed as one. Josie’s inhibitions were already in retreat. Now she felt a new side to her coming out, one with a dirty mind and a filthy tongue.



“I want both of you to fuck me at the same time.”



“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Macy said.



Macy and Leifa began licking Josie’s body, lingering on her mouth and pussy. In a moment she found herself on her back, immobilized by their delicate and arousing touch. She shuddered with pleasure when Leifa’s tongue brushed her clit, and spread her long legs wide.



“Fuck me,” Josie said. “I’m so ready.”



Leifa got on top of Josie and slid herself into Josie’s waiting snatch. Leifa’s cock was just a little above average by Earth’s standards, and it felt like a hot slice of heaven to the once shy college nerd. Leifa pinned Josie’s wrists and kissed her deeply while she began humping her in earnest.



Josie’s eyes went wide, but all she could see was her world exploding in colors.



“Ooh, she’s nice and tight!” Leifa remarked. “Maybe too tight for you,” she joked. Of course, she was speaking to Macy, who was laying next to Josie and slowly fondling her rather oversized cock.



“I know for a fact mine fits in at least two of her holes,” Macy said of her porn-star sized dong. “I haven’t tried the third yet.”



“Oh yeah? Which one is that?” Leifa asked, still thrusting away.



“Her ass, of course,” Macy replied, but her voice was drowned out as Josie screamed and cried out with ecstasy.



“Well, I ask because surely the bookish one has not learned how to get all of your meat in her mouth,” Leifa went on, slowing her thrusts while Josie creamed and whimpered.



“Oh no, she can and she has.” Macy grinned. “Can’t wait to do it again, I might add.”



Josie nodded, getting up and swinging her leg over Macy to straddle her cock.



“I love sucking a big cock.” she said.



“Since when can you suck down one as big as Macy’s?” Leifa asked.



“Since I took a nano-surgery pill while we were at the GLO,” Josie said, referring to the Glass Leaf Oronium, a grand shopping center elsewhere in the galaxy. “Now I can turn off my gag reflex when I choose. I can suck cock like a porn star.”



“Oh, I’ve heard of those,” Leifa said, watching as Josie slowly took Macy’s long, thick fuck stick into her body. Avashai were far more adept at all forms of fellatio and even possessed a special muscular canal for it, but the no-gag pill tended to do a good job for women who could afford it. Josie would be able to comfortably withstand a vigorous throat-fucking.



Somehow, Leifa found that very sexy. She intended to put Josie’s ability to good use, but then she saw Macy spreading Josie’s ass with her fingertips.



Leifa started in with her amari-laced tongue, licking around the puckered up rosebud. With her touch, it began to relax, more and more.



Josie was riding on a wave of pleasure as Leifa’s tongue teased her and Macy’s cock stuffed her. Macy used long, slow strokes to drive her crazy. It made it easier for Leifa to tongue-diddle the brunette’s anus.

I sat quietly in my seat cautiously observing everyone around me. My father had warned me of the dangers of the Boston subway system. But still I sat on the Orange Line, travelling slower than anticipated, towards North Station. Here I would transfer to the red line and head towards South Boston to meet a potentially perfect date I met on-line. Everyone had also warned me about the dangers of on-line dating, but I didn’t care. He seemed perfect.



He had often commented in a respectable way on my short stature. On my large yet perky 34DD breasts. My long brown hair. My ice blue eyes. And through many “sexts” that we had sent each other, he knew that I kept my tiny pussy cleanly shaved, and that it didn’t take much for me to get horny and dripping wet. Thinking about the picture he had sent me of his 9″ penis and how nice it would be to have his thick meat inside of me was making me drip while I was sitting on the train. I was afraid I was going to leave a wet spot when I got up and quickly shifted my position. The vibrations were making me want to moan out loud I was so horny already.



I got through my transfers, and made it to the restaurant. The person that I met at the bar was not the person that I had been talking to. He was tall and dark, nothing like the person that had been described. He quickly started discussing my body and all the things that he wanted to do to me. I became incredibly uncomfortable and was trying to find a way to get out. I didn’t want to get back on the subway alone, but it was only across the street and it was early enough that there might be enough people to get protection. Finally I decided to just leave. I waited until he had stepped out to go to the bathroom and I quickly grabbed my purse. I was feeling a little nervous and had a terrible headache that came out of nowhere. I had only had one drink, why was I feeling so drunk? I gave the bartender a $50 bill and begged him not to say anything about where I had gone. He nodded and pointed to a door at the end of the bar. I thanked him and quickly headed out.



It took a moment to get my bearings in an area I didn’t know, but quickly determined the way I wanted to go to get back to the subway station. I saw street lights at the end of the alley and thought I was in the clear until I felt a hand grab my arm. I jumped, dropping everything in my hands. I turned around and he was standing there. I let out a small shriek with was quickly answered with a hand across my mouth. “After the shows you have given me over the last few days, I expected much more from you. Now, let’s pretend you aren’t a tease and are just going to be a good girl.” I began to cry, fearing that I was about to be raped, knowing that I deserved it. I looked over his shoulder, my vision beginning to become cloudy from my one drink, and thought I saw another person standing behind him. It turns out I was right, and it was the bartender I had tipped to keep quiet.



He pressed me up against the cold brick of the building and lifted me off the ground a couple inches by my face. I was crying now, and having a terrible time keeping my head clear. There was nothing I could do to fight this feeling of intoxication. I felt my body begin to grow weak, and oddly accepting of the advances he was giving. The bartender slid his hand up my thigh, finding my secret that I wasn’t wearing and panties. His cold hand on my hot pussy made me wet. And he knew it. Quickly and forcibly he jammed two fingers in my pussy. I let out a deep breath. “Oh look, the little slut is enjoying it,” my dad said in an evil voice that made me even hotter. The bartender began to finger fuck me until I came, then as quickly as he began he removed his hand. My date dropped to his knees, lifted my skirt, and buried his face in my dripping pussy. I felt his large, pierced tongue lick every inch inside my pussy lips. I was getting so horny, and so tipsy, I had no idea what was going to happen next. But I found out quickly…



They each stood in my face and spit on me. It was oddly arousing. They each grabbed an arm and pulled me to the ground. I knew what was coming next. “Please, don’t do this, not here. Please.” I begged in tears. The bartender licked the salty tears off my face before he stuck his face between my legs. He ate every inch of my hot slit. From clit to asshole. He worked his tongue in my ass, before sticking a finger in my dripping pussy. He slid his finger in and out, knowing it was good and wet, before sliding in down and shoving it viciously into my asshole. “Please, I have never done anal, don’t! Please!” I begged again. It was to no avail. He began viciously finger fucking my asshole with one finger before inserting a second. I could feel him opening his fingers like scissors. I kept crying, but the begging to stop slowly began to stop. I was actually beginning to get even more excited having these fingers in my ass.



I rolled my head back and looked at my date who was standing over me rubbing his hard dick. He spit on my face again before dropping to his knees next to my head. He shoved his dick into my mouth and I gagged. Each time I gagged he shoved it in farther. When he felt I had spit on it enough he moved between my legs. The bartender moved to the side. My date shoved his large dick in my tight hot pussy. It went in with a pop and was painful at first. He thrust in and out for several minutes, while the bartender continued to finger fuck my virgin ass. Suddenly, both removed themselves from me, and rolled me over. They pushed my face onto the pavement, and I was even more aroused. I shouldn’t have been enjoying this, but I was. I felt my date shove his dick back into my now dripping pussy. When I thought that the bartender was done with me, I felt my date lower his body slightly, and felt weight on the small of my back. Before I could object, a disk was shoved deep into my ass. I shrieked in pain, and felt my face pressed harder into the pavement.



They both fucked me for what felt like forever, and as wrong as it was, the double pounding was causing me to orgasm again and again and again. After I thought I was out of cum, one last orgasm shook through my body. I felt both men tense up. I knew they were going to cum. They quickly pulled out of me and rolled me over aggressively. I felt the back of my head hit the pavement. They each put a foot on my shoulder and held me down hard. I watched them standing over me rubbing themselves. Suddenly, at the same time, they shot their hot loads of cum all over my body. It felt like it lasted forever. It was all over my shirt, my tits, in my hair, and my face. They spit on me again and zipped up their pants.



“I will message you for another date soon,” my date said to me. The bartender was gone. I still felt disoriented, and was unable to clean to cum off my body. He walked away. I slid myself back against the alley wall, cried, and lifted my skirt. I touched my pussy lips gently, and a shudder ran through my body. I began to gently rub my clit, and gentle rubbing became vigorous rubbing. I slid my hand down and finger fucked my pussy until I came again. When I finished getting myself off, I mixed the cum on my hand with the cum on my chest and licked it off my finger tips. I took my phone out of my purse and send an E-mail to my date asking where we were going tomorrow night…

I wrote this one just for fun, enjoy!







December 12th Present Day



The twin spirits of Christmas sat in matching leather recliners each holding a tablet computer, each making ‘Hmm’ noises until…



“Looks like you are going to have to start even earlier this year brother… there are so many naughty little girls this year…” Chris said.



“Yeah… all those horny little college freshman…” replied Craig.



“One of these years we are going to have to swap duties…” Chris muttered.



“Oh HELL no, I am not going to be the one to face the wrath of your wife!”



“Angry sex is the best sex I hear…” Chris tried but Craig shook his head.



“Besides I like my job,” Craig said smiling.



“Yeah… I know, a little too well.” Chris said pouting.



“How goes the List Checking gentlemen?” Mrs. Cringle stood in the doorway in her long red robe with white seal fur trim.



Craig had wondered what his brother’s wife looked like under the robe but that was Chris’ domain pure and simple. Donna was a good girl and never did anything naughty he would know if she did that was one of his gifts. He looked her over, seeing the cascade of scarlet locks that fell nearly to her ass and knew she was a curvaceous little minx but ah the details. Did she have puffy nipples… was her pussy trimmed over shaved… could you bounce a sugar cookie off her ass… these are the things Craig thought about on his nightly excursions to the seedier side of Xmas Town. Chris’ elves made such delightful toys for good boys and girls while Craig’s elves fashioned the most cunning sex toys the world had ever seen. His latest hit the clapper vibrator… clap on… clap off… hehe so sue me, he thought, it was a great idea no matter how you packaged it. Then in his Passion Igloo, waited his harem of the most talented elves in the entire world. They came from every nation on earth to audition to be a part of his harem. It was a necessary thing to keep up his stamina for the holiday season after all. Donna? Would he be willing to let Chris have his job for a year just to bang Donna? He thought of Dominique in her tight leather and utter lack of a gag reflex and smiled. This was just a passing fancy… the elves who kept him happy were the best and a little mystique was just not worth giving up all of that.



“It looks like I am starting earlier this year Donna… all those naughty girls doing all those naughty things…” Craig said and saw something that gave him a glimmer of hope, he clearly witnessed Donna bite her lip when he said ‘naughty’.



“I pity you Craig… all that work…” Chris said missing the lip biting entirely.



“Yes Craig… all… that… work…” Donna whispered. “Chris, are you coming to bed?”



“I am almost done here… I’ll be there in just a little bit.” Chris said staring at the tablet as it speedily scrolled through the W’s.



Donna pouted and started to turn but stopped and with a guilty smile opened her robe to me revealing her naked body beneath. NAUGHTY!! Donna was definitely naughty. She had an amazing body with large firm tits topped with pale snowy nipples all puffy with areolas the size of a silver dollar so eager to be licked and sucked. With a petite frame with wide hips and yes an ass to die for! Her pussy hair was shaped like a little snowman above a cute little slit that glistened with need. She turned on her long athletic legs and closed the robe as she did. Mistletoe!



“Chris I am done here… going to grab a bite… see you when I get back?”



“Umm yeah…” he said lost in thought.



Craig followed Donnas’ scent of cinnamon and chocolate to the stables and there she stood trembling.



“I have been ever so naughty Craig…” she said biting her lip again.



I held up the mistletoe and walked over to her and held it above my head.



“You know what this means…” he muttered as she blushed and slowly dropped to her knees.



She tugged open his black robe trimmed in red and took a gentle but firm grip on his ever growing erection. Donna lowered her mouth to it and gave it a little lick.



“Mmm white chocolate… my favorite!” she moaned before letting the head and three inches slide into her mouth.



She licked and swirled her tongue around the tip and shaft and heard Craig moan and get harder by the second. The more she licked and moaned the better he tasted; that was one of Craig’s abilities as the Spirit of Christmas Lust. Donna knew they didn’t have time for actual penetration tonight but soon he would visit her and drive through her fields with a sleigh full of toys. She licked and sucked more and more greedily hearing his soft moans and words of encouragement, something his brother never did. While she sucked him off she thought of all the long nights with Chris in the same position every damn time! Donna took more and more of Craig’s cock down her throat until her lips pressed against the base and with a great sense of accomplishment she deep throated him with immense zeal! Craig reached down and grabbed either side of his brother’s wife’s head and began to fuck her throat. Donna knelt there and reveled in the pleasure her brother in law was taking from her body. Soon… not soon enough… he would be giving her pleasure she so secretly craved. She knew so little concerning sex but was so very eager to learn. Craig began to moan and groan as his member swelled in her mouth and he told her to make a tight seal around the head with her lips and when he said ‘now’ start swallowing. Craig was panting now and Donna being a good girl was ready for his white chocolate load. So when he said NOW she greedily began to swallow and the delicious chocolate treat splashed down her throat.



“I have wanted you to do that to me for a long time you naughty girl,” Craig confessed.



“I have wanted to be naughty but it just took longer with me.”



“Off you go, don’t want to keep Chris waiting,” Craig said. “Wait… here’s an early Xmas gift for you… keep it safe.”



He handed her a long life like dildo wrapped with a nice pink bow.



“Is it magic?” she asked.



“MmHmm… just imagine what you want it to do… and it will.”



“It moves on its own?” Donna asked and Craig nodded, “Ooh goodie, goodie… Merry Xmas Craig!”



“I’ll see you soon.”



Mrs. Cringle’s New Toy



After breakfast with her husband Donna made her way to their bedroom and the full bath attached to it. She ran herself a nice hot bath and prepared for a soak. Donna put her hair up with pins to keep it dry because even with magic it took a long ass time for it to fully dry. She waited for the tub to fill and looked at herself in the full length mirror Craig had given them both a few years back and suddenly realized it wasn’t for them… it had been for her. She examined her reflection and smiled at her glassy double as it mimicked her actions exactly. She closed the door to the bathroom, just in case, and returned to the mirror and watched as her twin cupped her breasts and began to tease the nipples. Donna let out a soft moan of pleasure as unseen hands did indeed fondle her breasts even as her own hands were still at her sides.



“Magic… mirror…” she moaned and her doppelganger nodded and slid a hand between its legs and Donna let out a loud little… “UNNNN… my pussy…”



Her double began to finger its/Donna’s pussy with two fingers sliding them in and out of her slit that grew wetter by the second. Donna was lost in the power of the mirror and all her inhibitions disappeared. Her eyes closed as she felt cool feminine lips on her neck and firm breasts pressed against her back. The two digits inside of her began to thrust, hard now and Donna cried out each time, her pussy soaked completely by now.



‘Open your eyessss…’ said a susurrus-like whisper.



Donna slowly opened her eyes and her double was smiling wickedly and held in its left hand Craig’s gift from last night the enchanted dildo.



‘Watchhhh…’ the double sang.



Her eyes followed the movement of the toy as it travelled downwards and saw her twin take a wider stance and felt her own legs move in time. Donna was now the reflection! The fingers were removed and the dildo took their place! She felt the quite warm rigid head of the toy part her tight pussy lips. It wiggled in the mirror’s grasp and with a life of its own moved inside of her! Donna moaned loud and long as it buried itself inch-by-delicious-inch into her eager wet pussy. Then her twin let go… and the toy began to move in and out of her by itself!



“OH Craig… what a perfect toy for me…” Donna moaned. “Fuck me lover,” she cried out to the dildo, “fuck me… deeper… harder… faster!”



Donna found herself turning so that she was facing the door and then she was bending over, grabbing her ankles and she watched as in the mirror the toy thrust into her as if it were the only visible part of an invisible lover. She felt the force and speed of the toy increase as if it were indeed a real man behind her fucking her tight wet pussy.



“Oh god yessss fuck me! Make me cum lover!”



The dildo pleased her and responded to her desires instantly and soon she was on the verge of climaxing. Faster it pounded into her. Deeper it sunk with each and every thrust. Harder it came jarring her with wonderful force.



“Unnnn… unnn… almost there… almost… YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Donna screamed as she came and the perfect acoustics of the bathroom made her ears ring with her own voice.



As quickly as it had all started her body was hers again and the mirror was just a mirror. The toy slid from her dripping sex and landed with a fleshy plop onto the bathroom floor. Instead of being disgusted Donna scooped it up and held it to her perfect breast as if it were her dear and honored lover. Weak in the knees Donna walked over and slipped into the steamy waters of her bath and let out a nice long contented sigh.



“Damn… I needed that…” she said softly as she let the watery heat sooth her shaky limbs.



She cleaned the toy and set it on the far side of the tub against the wall. No longer caring if her hair got wet or not Donna slipped beneath the surface of the waters and drifted in the post orgasmic bliss and silence the water afforded. Suddenly, she wondered what treat she could give Craig when he visited her. Donna played back the images from the mirror as she caressed herself, fingered her pussy… her pussy! Her reflection’s pussy was bare… shaved clean… was that what he wanted? Would shaving her pussy please Craig? Only one way to find out! Donna’s head lifted from the water her fiery hair clinging to her back and her tits dripping water as she rose and gathered her grooming kit from the shelf above the tub. Donna lifted the small leather bound kit, done in softest doe skin and etched with a single red letter D for Donna. It was another gift from Craig. She opened it and withdrew the elegant gleaming straight razor within. The handle was purest mithril set with mother of pearl. She opened the blade and saw her reflection in its flawless surface. The she flipped it over revealing the other side of the blade carved with elegant elven runes of protection, precision and ever-sharp qualities for the edge. She used it to shave her legs and due to its magic she never fear cutting herself or leaving behind a single hair. Donna soaped up her pubes and with expert strokes of the razor she cut down the crimson snowman and left behind a barren field with no sign hair had ever existed there. She cleaned and dried the blade before returning it to its case and the case to its spot on the shelf. Though it didn’t take long the naughty deed would echo in her mind’s eye for a long time to come. She had a bald pussy! She sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs apart and looked down as she began to play with her newly shaved pussy. Donna found her clit and made slow circles with her index finger and let out a low moan that was echoed directly across from her. She saw that the dildo had actually become completely rigid and was making a purring sort of noise.



“Do you want to fuck me again…” she spoke out loud and the dildo quivered just a bit. “…do you want to be buried here,” she said pointing to her pussy, “once more?”



The toy vibrated now and there could be no doubt it could sense her need. Donna reached over and it literally jumped into her groping hand. She let out a little squeal of surprise but soon was rubbing the head of the false cock between her pussy lips and imagined what another man’s member might look like and gods be praised the toy actually changed shape, thickness and length. It was a more robust thing she held in her grip and it was very eager to please her. The moment the head was in it tore from her grasp and began to fuck her as it did before like a real live breathing man. Donna cupped her tits and began to tease them as the magical member slid in and out with a perfect empathy for her every need. It began nice and slow with patience no man could give her; letting her feel each and every inch of it as it stroked forward and back. Clack… clack… clack… came the sound of Chris’ boots on the steps heading upstairs. She could always hear him a mile away. Donna still impaled by the toy sank beneath the water of the tub and closed her legs tight to keep Chris from seeing what was going on below.



The door to the bathroom opened with a preceding knock.



“Donna, are you okay I thought I heard you shout?” Chris had heard her and came to investigate.



“I’m fine just slipped while getting into the tub,” She lied to him and felt her face burn with shame.



“No need to get embarrassed over a little slip my dear… are you ready for dinner or should I snuggle you in the tub?”



“I am famished could you fix us a little something and I’ll be out in five,” she gave him a brilliant smile even as the toy relentlessly pounded her pussy beneath the water unhindered in the least.



“I understand you need some alone time… I’ll make up something special,” and he was gone.



Donna got onto her hands and knees in the tub and looked over her shoulder watching the toy as it hammered away at her insides pushing her headlong into an even more powerful orgasm than before!



“That’s it lover,” she whispered to it, “fuck me… make momma cum!”



Her orgasm snuck up on her faster than she thought possible and it took shoving her fist into her mouth to keep from screaming as the toy thrust one last time and ground deep in her vibrating like nothing she had ever felt before. Donna’s body shook uncontrollably and she nearly face planted into the front of the tub but managed to bring her hands to bear just in time. She heard the ‘splash’ as the toy fell from her pussy and into the tub’s water. Donna retrieved it and dried it with a soft terry cloth towel and then she thought to dry herself.



“I just wish I could bring you to bed without Chris knowing about it…”



To her utter amazement the toy shimmered and cloaked itself in a flawless invisibility. If it wasn’t for her firm grip on it she wouldn’t know it was there.



“Craig… you are a fucking genius!” she praised her brother in law.



In the Hall of the Dark Elves



Craig sat in his place of prominence among the dancing throng of his harem. Seated on the step below on his left was Dominique in her place her talents and gifts had earned her. Of all the elves that served his needs it was Dominique who was the most brilliant in sexcraft! None could shape shift with such ease and skill as she. None could suck cock and deep throat as well as she. None could take the pounding in either vaginal or anal cavity like she could. In a word… she was Unique. Dominique looked up and smiled knowing something was different with her Lord and Master.



“Your mind is occupied this night Master,” her voice was like liquid sex.



“Yes, yes it is… something has changed… and I don’t know how to proceed,” he confided.



“That is troubling indeed… would a hand job help you think better,” she purred and saw Him crack a thin smile. “How about a foot job that always makes you smile?”



“This is why you are my first and favorite Dominique…” he said nodding and with silvery grace she scoots to position herself directly below Him before spinning around so that her feet were facing Him.



Dominique leaned back on her arms and brought her toes to play and slowly untied the sash at His waist. Then with slow deft movements pulled the robe open revealing His lean muscular body. Craig was diametrically opposite to his brother in so many ways. In appearance He was tall, dark and almost demonically handsome. His long black hair fell in soft ringlets to the middle of His back but the brothers did share the same ice blue eyes that gleamed in almost any light. Craig’s features were noble and heroic with a jet black beard trimmed to perfection. Like Dominique Craig was a gifted shape shifter and could ‘feel’ what the perfect man was for each and every one of the naughty girls on His list. The dark elf let her toes move down and around her Master’s thick, long erection. Her toes gripped Him and began to tease and stroke His shaft as the head of His cock oozed pre-cum. She used this to aid in her pleasing of her Master. Her slick toes moved over tip and shaft sending lovely tingling sensations through Him. He closed His eyes and her pussy was literally dripping by now eager to ride Him but only if He bid her to do so. Dominique continued to pleasure His cock and saw as it grew just a little telling her that He was close to coming. She rubbed her feet along Him faster now and she could see Him stiffen and with a muffled cry His sperm flew and sprayed her thigh and pussy.



‘That didn’t take long,’ she thought to herself. ‘Was He thinking about someone new… someone He wanted but couldn’t have?’



“Is Master pleased,” Dominique asked smiling up at Him.



“Very… that was very intense… I needed that…” He said as if in a dream.



“Who is she Master… shall I take her form for You?”



“That would keep things simple and yet… I would be shirking my duties.”



“Then she has been naughty?”



“Very… I gave her one of the brand new dildos as a gift…”



“Oh she will be very entertained my Lord.”



“Good, the longer she waits the better… for all our sakes.”



Wet Dream



Donna Cringle lay on her back staring up at the stars, the skylight Chris had, had build over their bed allowed her an epic view of the universe. On nights after a satisfying session of love making they would both stare up at the stars and Aurora Borealis and fall asleep cuddled against each other. Now… well now… she turned and looked at Chris’ sleeping… correct that… snoring form. We really needed to have him checked for sleep apnea. Sigh. How long had it really been since she had a satisfying orgasm? She did the math in her head and Donna nearly wept. They had been together over three hundred years and her last real toe curling climax had been… thirty seven years ago! She wasn’t his first wife that Donna knew but she never thought to ask herself what happened to the others… until now. Had they gotten bored as she had? Did they crave more from a physical relationship? Had they been naughty…?



Donna closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep. In her lust forged dreamscape she glided over a sun kissed landscape of grass, hills and mountains. She wore a gorgeous gown spun from living sunlight that gleamed and sparkled in the rays of the dawn star. Donna danced over the grass loving the feel of its soft texture between her toes and the soft spongy earth beneath that. Butterflies danced in the wind and clouds hovered in the sky and birds sang in the trees. The trees! Off to the south was a deep and forbidding forest… she knew she should stay in the daylight but she ached to explore the unknown and see the birds whose song was so achingly sweet. In a way that only happens in dreams with a single step she crossed the vast grassland and was standing before the boughs of the dark and somehow sensual woods. The cool shade and hidden recesses pulled her in. Her once elegant dress woven of light became a clingy red affair of softest, coolest silk. It hugged her tits and ass and left little to the imagination. The caress of the silk was like hands roaming all over her body touching… teasing… mmm she liked this forest.

Meanwhile in the real world Donna’s toy moved from beneath her pillow like some phallic inchworm it crept from its hiding place and like a moth to the flame slunk towards its goal.



Donna walked along the forest path which was dark and mysterious and with each step her pussy got wetter and wetter as the ‘naughty’ dress as she called it continued to caress and pleasure her sensitive skin. Suddenly the path opened into a star lit clearing where burned a mighty bonfire and about it danced ebon skinned elves and beyond the flames… oh beyond the flames a masculine figure in black and scarlet. Donna tore at the dress crying out to be free of its delicious constraints and raced to the fire and watched the elves dance. They were women all, naked and covered only in their sweat from the heat of the flame and the exertion of the dance. Their long silvery hair hung down to their waists and their curvaceous bodies undulated to a hidden music… something Donna wanted… no needed to hear! She knew it was a music a good girl couldn’t hear… but a naughty girl could and when she did hear it, it would guide and move her body in a primal way. Donna knew there was only one way to hear the music… she looked through the flames to the Master of the Hidden Grove and cupped her breasts and teased her nipples and kneaded her tit flesh for Him.



The toy was next to her breasts now and climbed up her body and lodged itself between them… moving… thrusting between her tits. With a deep moan Donna pressed her breasts together and the false cock slid between them with a deep bass purr.



Donna moaned at the strange yet sensual pleasure she was feeling. It felt like a cock between her tits… Mmm she moaned and leaned down flickering her tongue at the unseen member giving it pleasure as she was receiving satisfaction from it. She raised her eyes to the Master and he nodded approvingly. Donna felt a tingling sensation race down her body, across her belly… over her sex and through her legs down to her feet. Like the mirror her body began to move of its own accord and she gave herself up to the motion. Her feet were awkward at first but with each step she became more and more sure and there came to her ear a soft haunting melody that struck a chord between her legs. It was the music… the hidden melody of pleasure… and it moved through her! Her passion rose and she danced nearer and nearer the great fire and feared it burning her no more. This great heat between her legs made manifest by the leaping flames before her was setting her free! Her nipples hardened to an almost painful state and her breath came in great gasps as if in anticipation of something… something deep and wonderful. She reached the circle of dancers and they slowed just enough for her to take her place in the ring of undulating forms… these dark skinned beauties… so alien… so striking and… and her sisters… sisters of the flame!



The toy had crawled along her belly and had rolled/fallen between Donna’s legs and the head was inching to its target… the warm, wet darkness it needed…



Suddenly as it happens in dreams, Donna is no longer with the dancers; she is looking down on the flames from… from the other side of the clearing. She looks over her shoulder and there is the Master of the Hidden Grove and she is straddling him. All she has to do is lower her dripping sex onto his iron hard flesh and they would be one. Her leg muscles quiver and with a gasp of relief she bends her knees and feels the tip of Him opening her up.



The false cock presses against her lips and the head slides in…



She can feel the head of him inside of her… then with a sudden rush of movement He is penetrating… deep… to her very core…



The toy now buried to the hilt begins to thrust in and out of her purring like a demon.



Donna is riding him now and the Master’s cock sends delicious vibrations through her entire body and she thrusts her hips down harder now…



Donna rolls over in her sleep and ends up on her hands and knees. The covers move behind her as the toy slams into her with such force and speed that her juices soak the bed below.



Suddenly they are alone in the grove now just the Master and her. She is on her knees and he is behind her ramming himself into her pussy as fast and hard as He can. Donna has no voice in her dreamscape but if she could she would be screaming her praises and begging for more.



The false cock jackhammers into Donnas dripping pussy and it can sense that she is close… very close to climaxing. It is pleased to make her so very happy. With each orgasm its great purpose is achieved!



So close… so very close… she mouths as the secret music builds and builds in her ears. The symphony of pleasure is reaching is crescendo and so is she. Just a bit longer… and…



The toy rams into her one last time and grinds there while his Mistress’ body convulses around it.



Donna wakes up and feels the fullness of her pussy as the toy fills her to capacity. As the last shivers of pleasure fade into her quivering muscles she rolls onto her belly and looks over at the sleeping form of her husband. Still hungry for pleasure the toy does not fall out but begins to move inside of her once more.



“Yessss… fuck me you delightful toy you…” she whispers into the night.



December 15th Present Day



Chris was up and gone to the factory floor to oversee any last minute orders that might need filling leaving Donna a quivering mass beneath the covers. The toy had returned to its hiding place beneath her pillow and Donna slowly sat up and ran her fingers through her long red hair. She hugged herself in a very contented sort of way and began to sing a little tune as she threw off the covers revealing the rather impressive wet spot on her side of the bed.



“Damn… did we do that…” she moaned to the toy, “Time to change the sheets.”



With a ruby whistle on her lips and a weight lifted from her mind Donna tossed pillows, blankets and sheets onto the floor. The toy was the last remaining thing on the bed.



“Where am I going to put you while I do the laundry?” Donna asked.



The toy purred seductively.



“No… I couldn’t do THAT… or could I?”



Purr growl went the toy.



“I don’t know… I mean we were at it all night long…” she said bending over to gather up the dirty sheets and with a jump and a thrust, “OHMY GOD!!” Donna cried out as the toy buried itself snuggly inside of her. “Mmm feels so good… you are getting so spoiled you know that…”



A few long slow thrusts told her it knew.



“Okay… we will try this ONCE… no guarantees we will do it again alright?”



BUZZ… THRUST… THRUST…



“I don’t know if I can walk my way to the laundry room if you keep that up… slow it down a bit… nice and soft… yessss just like that…”



Donna almost forgot to put on her robe and even then it wasn’t closed and tied off as usual. She liked the feel of the polar breeze between her tits. Barefoot she made her way to the communal laundry building a block from ‘Santa’s’ mansion. Sure they could have had their own washing machine but Donna liked mingling with the elves and getting out of that stuffy old building from time to time. She could have had eager elves come and do her work for her but then what the hell would she do besides cook and bake? Donna noticed she was getting looks from the male and females elves this morning… mostly from the men who were enjoying the new view. She smiled at them and continued on her way. The laundry building was abuzz with activity as was all of Xmas town it being so close to the big day. The structure housing the washing machine was massive and the size of a three story factory but then again it had to be. Donna set her hand on the metal plate and felt the tingling sensation as it scanned her identity. This was not for security purposes it was so the machine knew which laundry belonged to whom. The main room was about twenty foot square with four scanning stations in the center of the room. She took her basket of dirty sheets and set them up next to the stain scanner. Each piece of laundry was scanned and then dropped into the orifice next to the scanner and from there the machine would wet, treat, wash, dry and fold each item it was given. Donna could hear the women at the other stations as they scanned their laundry.



“Cookie… cream… sugar… chocolate…” said the synthesized voice of the washing machine.



Donna froze and realized that when she placed her dirty sheet on the scanner it would alert the others of her nocturnal activities. It would squawk… ‘Masturbation fluids…’ or the like. She hesitated and then realized that she had brought dirty sheets after Chris and her had been together and it had never bothered her then… why now? Was she feeling guilty at what had happened? Were women supposed to feel ashamed for pleasuring themselves? She had to know! Donna set down her sheet and walked to the adjoining scanning station where a petite elf was scanning away in a blissful sort of way.



“Belinda isn’t it?” Donna asked.



“OH… Mrs. Cringle… it’s an honor… can I help you?” Belinda the Elf asked.



“Well yeah… I have a question and I don’t know if I feel comfortable asking it or not.”



“What sort of question?”



“It involves laundry stains…”



“…oh dear me…” Belinda looked around guiltily and then leaned close enough for Donna to smell the ginger and some exotic spice on her. “Did it show?”



“Show… did what show?” Donna asked still leaning in and the toy began to slam into her now as her excitement grew.



“My little secret…” Belinda whispered softly her breath tickling Donna’s ear.



The toy was now grinding and purring deep inside Donna.



“No…” Donna purred, “…why don’t you share.”



Belinda stood up her firm breasts now at mouth level with Donna then she looked around before returning to her conspirator-like position.



“I… gosh I am so embarrassed to say it… I…”



“Tell me dearest…” Donna moaned softly as an orgasm snuck up on her and caused her to shudder despite her best efforts.



“…oh goodness… I pretreat my stains… there I said it!”



Donna and the elf stood up and Donna’s disappointment was clearly evident.



“So what did you want to ask me?” Belinda asked in her sweetest voice.



“Well I was kind of embarrassed to scan the sheets off my bed with others in here…” Donna began.



“Sheets do get dirty…” Belinda said and then ‘Ding!’ she realized what Donna meant. “…oh… you mean those sorts of stains…” Belinda blushed and continued. “Well we all dirty our sheets in the wedding bed…”



“We didn’t stain the bed… I did… alone…” Donna dropped the bomb.



Blink… blink… went Belinda’s eyes… then they grew real big and she really blushed.



“OH… well when Henry is on the factory floor this time of year… I don’t get to see him a lot… so I… I mean it’s only natural for a woman to take care of things. Even elves mast… well you know…”



“Clear as a bell Belinda…” Donna thought and turned to leave and stopped. “Um Belinda…”



“Yes Mrs. Cringle…”



“Call me Donna… Belinda if you ever get bored around the house… please don’t hesitate to stop by and we can… make some gingerbread men together.”



“That would be nice… Donna.”



Donna returned to her scanning station and put the stained sheet on the scanner and waited.



“White chocolate… fluids…” said the voice and she tossed the sheet into the chute and continued until sheets, blankets and pillow cases were all scanned and tossed.



As she walked over to other side of the building where the clean laundry could be collected Donna watched Belinda walking in front of her and enjoyed the way her bubble butt did its little dance. That’s why men like asses so much! Suddenly she realized she wanted to ravage the poor elf and have her way with her. The toy sang between her legs and sent sensations not unlike a tongue lapping at her clit. Versatile little thing had to give it credit there. This was a whole new level of naughty… her conscience reared its ugly head and she knew it would be terribly wrong to seduce Belinda and ruin her blissfully ‘nice’ life. Belinda and Donna sat next to each other waiting for their laundry to be done. Ten minutes passed when… Belinda began squirming in her seat and Donna didn’t miss this.



“Something wrong,” Donna asked.



Belinda blushed and bit her lip before leaning close to Donna.



“Umm… Donnnna… oh god…” Belinda’s hand gripped Donna’s arm tightly, “…coming… Mmmm feels so good… so deep… so long and thick….”



“Belinda…” Donna whispered, “What the hell is wrong with you?”



“Sensitive… reason I can’t work at the toy factories… super sensitivity to toy magic… would get caught up in their enchantments… Nnnng so deep in my little pusssssy…”



Donna realized her close proximity and duration had triggered a reaction by Belinda.



“I got to go…” Donna said trying to stand but Belinda’s hand had a death grip on her.



“NO…” she hissed/whimpered, “Don’t go… please…”



“Well… okay…” Donna said taking her seat again. “How does it feel?”



“Wonderful…” Belinda smiled dreamily, “my sister told me about this one…”



“Your sister,” Donna asked as Belinda’s eyes rolled up and she came again.



“Dominique… she is Craig’s head of R and D on the ‘other’ side of town.”



“So she made my toy?”



“YESSS…” Belinda moaned softly.



“You don’t look…”



“I am reformed… I was once His favorite until Dominique stole Him away.”



“Ah… then I guess we shouldn’t ‘bake’ cookies together…”



“Mmm…” Belinda purred, “Have you ever had your beaters licked by a pro? I love the taste of batter… licking it from between my fingers…”



The toy began to hammer into Donna now sensing her growing excitement.



“Faster…” Belinda moaned.



“Deeper…” Donna whispered.



“Belinda… Belinda Elfingham? Your laundry is ready.”



Belinda stood up quickly and walked over and away from the seductive influences of Donna’s toy and without a look back she left the laundry building.



“Donna Cringle… oh I will take care of this Mrs. Cringle…” a young handsome male elf said gingerly loading her now clean laundry into a basket. “I can carry this for you if you’d like?”



Blissfully unaware of the danger she posed to his niceness she shook off the desire to accept his offer; because if she did the moment he stepped inside of the house…



“That’s a dear,” she said handing him her old basket for the new one, “but I can manage.”



Jill Frost



She is an ancient winter spirit older by far than the brothers but she had to admit that the younger brother had a good thing going. He supplied her with toys and she made sure that there was a white Xmas. She had received a message telling her that a new toy needed testing. This always got Jill feeling the heat between her legs especially fierce.



Her arrival was heralded by the north wind and a light shower of snow and ice. Unlike the brothers she did not require any form of transportation; wherever the north wind blew she could make herself manifest. The temperature in the pleasure igloo dropped and the elves scattered like autumn leaves before the storm. Jill Frost strode into Craig’s domain as if she owned the place and in a way… she did. She was tall, at six feet even, with long sapphire hair and eyes that glittered like ice. She wore no clothing and her naked form was at first disturbing to look upon because of the unhealthy tint of her skin and yet the perfection of her proportions and features stirred lust in any male loin.



“Craig… I am here for my gift.” Her voice was cold and distant.



“Are you now,” Craig said as he appeared with a crystalline box in his hands with a blue bow adorning it.



“Is that… for me…” Jill asked.



“Are you pointing to the box or my cock?” Craig asked smiling.



“You are a bold one Craig Cringle,” She said musing, “if I like the toy I will allow you the opportunity to penetrate me with your cock.”



“Fair enough,” he said handing her the gift.



He had been trying to fuck her for centuries and tonight might just be the night. Jill looked down at the box she held and saw no obvious way to open it.



“It’s a puzzle box,” she mused.



“Yes but I can tell you what’s inside is worth the effort.” Craig said.



“It had better be,” Jill said studying the box. “Is this foreplay Craig Cringle?”



“I am glad you noticed… yes it is…”



“I like it,” her voice carried an almost warm tone to it.



“Bring in the refreshments,” Craig shouted and the elves returned with tables and chairs and all manner of food and drink both hot and cold.



Craig was unsure if Jill could even drink a hot beverage or not. Dominique took her place seated next to her Master and watched the force of nature warily.



“Will she be cross if she cannot open the box?” Dominique whispered.



“I think you underestimate the intelligence is that luscious body across from me.”



Jill looked up for a moment, smiled then returned to solving the puzzle box.



“Wait for it…” Craig whispered. “Wait for it… there…”



The frost goddess looked beyond the box and checked out Dominique’s tits, ass and legs before nodding and then finally a full smile.



“Master is so very wise…” Dominique moaned. “…does Master need anything?”



“Yes… but I will tell you when.” Craig said knowing that timing was everything.



“Very good Master,” She moaned.



Craig and his elves ate and drank in semi silence as slowly but surely Jill solved the puzzle. After exactly one hour Craig offered the goddess something to drink.



“Are you thirsty oh beautiful one?”



“Flatterer… but yes this mental exertion has made me a bit dehydrated and ravenous. Serve me.”



The audible gasp from the elves echoed everywhere but Jill didn’t notice. Craig rose and pointed to carafes until she nodded her approval and again to food until a plate was filled to her liking. Jill set the box on her lap and slowly attacked her food and drink with glacial speed. When she was halfway through her meal Craig clapped his hands once and Jill’s sapphire hair went flying as her head flew upwards. The expression of pleasant surprise on her face was priceless.



“My box is vibrating…” she moaned.



“Technically the toy in the box is vibrating.”



“Mmm I want my toy… now!” Jill said standing up and thrusting the box towards Craig. “Open it!”



“There is a small fee for that particular service,” he said smiling.



“You wish to fuck me?” she asked her smile mirroring his own. “Very well Flatterer and Conniver… open my box and you may fuck me… after I see what the toy does…”



But inside of simply taking the box from her he stood up and walked up behind her. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her down so that she was sitting in his lap.



“Put the box in your lap again,” he whispered in her ear.



“Your penis is rubbing against my sex…” she placed the box in her lap once more. “…now what?”



“Let me take care of you… watch my hands…” He moaned in her ear.



Craig’s hands settled over the box and began to push, press and slide panels on the surface of the box and Jill’s gaze was directed downward. After a minute he brought his hands to her tits and cupped them and teased her nipples. Jill watched as he fondled and groped her.



“NNNNNN that is not solving the puzzle…” she moaned.



“You said,” he kissed her long elegant neck, “and I quote ‘open my box’…” he pinched her nipples lightly and another moan escaped her lips. “Your words not mine.”



“NNNNNN I never specified which ‘box’ for you to open… so you are working on both?”



“Exactly…” one hand remained on her left breast the other returned to the puzzle box.



“You can’t fuck me until I try out the toy…” she moaned loud and clear for all to hear.

I am in my usual perch. Back row, extreme left, primed for a quick getaway at the end of the lecture. Of course, the other advantage to this position is that nobody can risk a sideways glance at my notes, or lean over and squint curiously at my doodling from behind. There is a mountain of course texts between me and my only neighbour, and an unobstructed view of the object of my pathetic lusts.



Professor Eliot Sinclair lectures on the Cultural Legacy of the French Revolution today, but he could be delivering his stylish verbiage and polished aphorisms in fluent Klingon for all I am taking in. I am oblivious to all but his measured, long-legged pacing in front of the screen. Every movement is stagey, large, yet tightly controlled. He uses his hands to stunning effect, pointing and tapping with those long pale fingers, or flourishing them in elegant gestures. He always wears light coloured suits, linen in the summer, with open necked white shirts, giving him an expensive, colonial lordly kind of air and his high-maintenance hairstyle, all sandy waves and crests with a sharp little beard betrays vanity. He appears on television a lot as a rent-an-intellectual when Newsnight is a man short; heading for media-darling status (or media whoredom, as is sometimes disloyally whispered in the common room).



So far, so sexy. Tall, slender, aquiline-featured, authoritative, intelligent. But what really sets him apart from your average academic heart-throb is The Voice. It is why this lecture theatre is packed to the rafters every time he gives the address instead of half-heartedly half-full as per usual; and why most of the avid listeners are girls (notwithstanding that Humanities, Arts and Languages are female-dominated faculties anyway). We all come to listen to that dark, low, minimum 70% cocoa solids, velvet woman-trap of a voice, loving every trick in its repertoire from the sarcastic sneer to the honeyed hush. It is seduction itself.



Five minutes until the end of the lecture and my notes are sheer mumbo-jumbo.



‘SINCLAIR IS THE SEX’ is written in a banner headline at the top, amidst doodles and loopy squiggles. Below I have scribbled a nonsensical blurt of rabid passion, stream-of-consciousness stylee.



“How would it feel to be pressed against your Professorial chest? Would you be brutal or gentle, or both? In a collision of lips, how long would it be before teeth and tongue intervened, taking my mouth with seigneurial arrogance and mixing my breath with yours? Your voice intones my name in my dreams; it lives inside my head and tortures my nights with hot sweet suggestions, while by day it gives me reading lists and dispassionately criticises my Voltaire essay….” Well, you get the picture. There is much more in this fervid vein, pouring out like inky madness from my brain. I need to get a grip, but not today.



He is wrapping up the lecture; books and pens are being stowed in bags all across the theatre. It is time for my swift getaway. I gather my belongings to my chest and head for the double doors across the steps. But I am not swift enough.



“Miss Newland.” The Voice is saying my name, creating a knee-trembling effect in me.



You see, over the last couple of weeks, I have come to the Professor’s notice. I have been having a little too much fun in my exciting First Year at university, resulting in a scandalous paucity of work being handed in. My tutor lagged on me to Sinclair, who is Head of Department, and I found myself carpeted before him and told in no uncertain terms that I would be handing in the essay deficit within the next fortnight or finding myself an alternative career path. He was thrillingly masterful, but on the downside, I have had to spend every goddamn night since cramping my hand in the library. I have one piece left to hand in. It is due today. I haven’t finished it, and was counting on a rushed hour in the study room and last-minute dash to hand it in before five. I curse my idiocy. I should have skipped this lecture. But I am addicted.



I make a reluctant descent of the steps, regarding his haughtily raised eyebrow from beneath my sulky lashes. My cheeks are flushed with mortification at the few interested student types still hanging around to check out this embarrassing scene.



“Shouldn’t you have something for me?” he asks. My stomach churns at the trace of danger in his tone.



“It’s in my pigeonhole,” I lie. “In the Common Room. I can drop it into your office.”



He regards me, clearly not believing a word of it. “You are fully aware of the tenuousness of your situation, Miss Newland, I trust?”



“Of course.”



“No later than five,” he says, and turns to dismantle his audio-visual equipment.



I hare up the stairs and out to freedom. Whew, that was nearly very nasty.



*



At one minute to five, I race upstairs to the Professor’s office and leave my completed essay in an envelope in the in-tray of his secretary’s desk. There is no way I am knocking on his office door and giving it to him personally – I know I would get my second lecture of the day from him, and this one would be of the serpent-tongued, ear-burning variety. His secretary has already gone home, so I make sure the envelope is in a prominent position, marking it clearly ‘BETH NEWLAND’S ESSAY ON BEAUMARCHAIS’. Then I scamper off for a pint with my mates in the Union. I bloody well deserve one, after all.



*



Dearbhla and Emily are waiting for me in our usual booth. They applaud my entrance and push a plastic cup of warm lager over to me.



“Yay, Beth lives to fight another day. Was he OK or do you have internal injuries we can’t see?” enquires Dearbhla cheerily.



“I left it on his desk,” I confide. “Didn’t want him catching me on the way out and giving me the full spiel about self-discipline and responsibility again.” I wince at the memory. He has the art of reprimand down pat.



“Oh, I wouldn’t mind half an hour alone in his office,” contributes Emily dreamily. We are all besotted with him. I despair of the future of feminism, frankly.



“Hmmm,” we all drift away into pleasant pastures of Sinclair-ravishment.



“Oh, Beth!” Dearbhla comes to and remembers something. “Did you get those tickets for Gogol Bordello?”



“I sure did,” I exclaim, brightening at the prospect. I dive into my embroidered tote bag and seek the precious items of which she speaks. “Ugh! Hang on! What’s this?” I pull out a sheaf of papers. My Beaumarchais essay. “What the fuck?!”



I stare at it in wild surmise for a minute or two. So….what…have I given…Sinclair?



MY LECTURE NOTES.



My wail of “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” attracts attention from the four corners of the bar.



What am I going to do?



*



It is a little after six and dusk is falling on the leafy avenue that is home to the Department of European Studies. There are no lights in the windows and my forlorn hope that any of the staff might be burning the Friday night oil for long enough to admit me is doomed. Of course they have all left on the dot of five for their various romantic assignations, weekend minibreaks and mammoth booze sessions, just like any normal human being would.



I turn to Emily. “This is no good. He must have gone home.” I clutch at a hank of my hair in anguish. My life is over.



“Well…where does he live?” she muses, clutching at straws. “Can’t you find out and make up some excuse to get in?”



I stare at her. In our wildest ale-fuelled dreams we have sometimes imagined calling on Sinclair at home and inveigling our way into his longed-for affections, but it was always understood that this was pure fantasy.



“He’d think I was some kind of obsessed stalker. He’d call the police. Then I’d be looking at a criminal record as well as being out of here on my arse.”



“Oh, I don’t think he’d think that,” offers Dearbhla. “I think he’d be pretty reasonable. If you just told him you’d made an honest mistake.”



“Reasonable? Have you ever been hauled in by him?”



“He can’t be that bad.”



“He’s terrifying,” I say with finality. “Hot. But terrifying.”



“I think he’s got a soft spot for you,” says Emily. That girl needs to see Student Counselling Services. “Look, let’s go into the library and look him up in the phone book. You could call him at home…tell him you’ve given him the wrong thing.”



“NO! I don’t want to tell him. I don’t want him to see what I’ve given him. I’ll have to think of another pretext…then get in there and swap the envelopes somehow. It’s the only way to avoid ending up in the Infirmary with terminal embarrassment.”



“Why? What did you give him?”



“Don’t ask.”



*



The phone book reveals his address to be Flat 2, 87 Oaklands Road in the poshest area of town. Fortunately, this is a district adjacent to the University, so within twenty minutes we are milling anxiously by the wall, staring up the driveway to a stately grey stone building with enormous picture windows. I don’t know which one is Flat 2, but I’m hoping it’s one of the ones with a light on. I check the cars in the driveway, but I don’t know what he drives, if indeed he drives at all, so that’s no help.



The time is approaching seven in the evening. Even if he is in, I estimate that it’s extremely unlikely he has bothered to look at my essay yet. It’s the weekend…he will be relaxing with a glass of wine, perhaps. Reading the paper. Making something to eat. He’d better not be on the phone to some woman setting up a date…grrr. He might be in the shower…mmmm. The idea that he could answer the door wrapped in a towel with beads of moisture clinging to his skin chivvies me along the gravel driveway towards the big, imposing porch. I have instructed Dearbhla and Emily to wait for me in the nearest pub. With any luck, I’ll be there with them, sinking a pint by half seven, mission accomplished.



What a mission though. I am dying. I have already rung his number to ascertain whether he is in, but got his answerphone. That means nothing though – almost everyone I know screens their calls, and I didn’t leave a message.



I examine the brass plate in the wall with its highly polished buzzer buttons. Next to each is the number of the flat together with the name of its occupant. ‘Flat 2 – Sinclair.’ Does he live alone? Everyone says he was seeing Dr Blakey until last term; the split is rumoured to be acrimonious. She certainly looks as if a lemon has exploded in her gullet every time they encounter each other in the common room, so it could be true.



I imagine my courage to be a physical object, a big ball of coloured elastic bands or something, and cup my hands as if holding it. Here it is; tangible and real. I have courage. I can use it. I press the buzzer. My heart jumps into my throat and starts to strangle my tonsils. Will I be able to speak or will a hoarse croak be my only way of conveying my identity?



I wait a geological age and then nearly jump out of my skin at a terse, “Hello?” Unmistakably The Voice, but not sounding too hospitable. This is a very, very bad idea. I should just bolt now. But my essay! If he sounds pissed off now, what is he going to sound like on Monday morning?



“Professor Sinclair? I’m very sorry to bother you at home…but it’s urgent. About my essay…oh, this is Beth Newland, by the way…you see, the thing is…”



“Come in,” he says, wearily. The door buzzes and I push it open, finding myself in an extremely well-kept vestibule, its black and white floor tiles gleaming. I crane my neck around this spacious reception area, wondering where Flat 2 might be located.



“Upstairs,” floats a disembodied echo from above. Shivers. I head for the stairs, almost wetting my knickers with the surreal excitement of it. I have been admitted! I am approaching Sinclair in his lair. The lair of Sinclair. I giggle hysterically.



On the landing, the door of Flat 2 is slightly ajar. I push against its solid oak and it opens into a luxurious high-ceilinged apartment. Moving from the hallway through to the main room, I am confronted by the breathtaking sight of Professor Eliot Sinclair standing by one of his picture windows with a large glass of red wine in his hand, barefoot in trousers and shirtsleeves. He is so hot I wish I hadn’t worn a jacket. His expression is a risky mix of quizzical, reproachful and irate.



“Well?” he says challengingly. “What could possibly be so important that you had to disturb me at home on a Friday evening, Miss Newland? I’m expecting nothing short of national emergency.”



Shit. This is going to sound really lame. Out of the corner of my eye I glimpse his briefcase, still unopened on a coffee table.



“I wondered if I could have my essay back. I just wanted to change something in the conclusion…”



“Out of the question,” he snaps. “Is that really all you came here for?”



“Well,” I say, all kinds of desperate gambits crowding into my head as a cold sweat manifests on my brow. “You said if I ever wanted to borrow your book about the Jacobins…I’d really like to read it…” I expect him to backhand me across the room for my audacity, but he actually narrows his eyes for a second then visibly preens himself. Vanity has outperformed suspicion, hooray for vanity.



“I’d be happy to lend you a copy,” he says, running a hand through his luxuriant hair. “I’m sure you’d find it invaluable in your studies. It should be on the required reading list.”



Of course, he would say that…he wrote the damned thing. I’ve heard it’s outrageously boring.



“I’ll just fetch one from my study,” he says, and he puts down his wine and leaves the room. Yes!



Losing no time at all, I dive on the briefcase and click it open, my shaking fingers fumbling madly through the documents and leaflets within, thinking I’ve found it, then seeing it’s just a conference proposal…where the fuck is it?



“Could this be what you’re looking for?” enquires a sardonic voice behind me. I drop down to knees that seem to no longer contain bones and slowly turn to face my interlocuter. He brandishes a fistful of A4. Even from this distance, the legend ‘SINCLAIR IS THE SEX’ sears itself upon my agonised consciousness. May I shrivel up and dissolve on the spot, please, God?



“It was a mistake,” I whisper. “I mixed them up.”



“A mistake too far this time, Miss Newland,” he says, drawing near. “Get up.”



I stand up somehow, dropping my tote bag with the real essay at my feet. He is planted inches away from me, his considerable height necessitating the craning of my neck if I want a view other than the open neck of his shirt. Though that is a very fine view in itself.



“Is this,” he waves my textual gibberings in my face, “some kind of a joke?”



“No, Sir,” I squeak. “It’s..I just…an accident.” I cannot look him in the face.



“A car crash, Miss Newland. Like the rest of your life, seemingly. If this is your version of pulling yourself together and taking responsibility for yourself…” Oh God, not this again. I can’t bear it. I hide my face in my hands.



“You will look at me when I’m talking to you, Miss Newland,” he insists brutally. What a bastard. I can’t believe I fancy the guy. But looking into his face against my will, a shot of pure desire disturbs the general angst once more. “So, having messed up yet again, under patently false pretences you gain access to my private rooms and abuse my goodwill by rooting through my personal belongings.” Yeah, but it sounds worse than it is, Professor, I want to protest. I know better to interrupt him mid-scold though, so I let him get on with it. Until his next statement sends a massive shockwave pulsing from head to toe. “I should put you over my knee.”



What? Did he just say?



I look at him for clarification, my eyes wide with a sudden quivering vulnerability that is as delicious as it is scary. He can’t possibly know this…can he?…but he has just put his tapering finger on my favourite fantasy.



“Over your knee?” I echo stupidly, my voice sounding thick and slow. “You mean..?”



“I’ve rarely met a more suitable candidate for taking in hand,” he says. Ooooh. I feel all squirmy. That stern look in his eye and the nearness of his warmth, his scent…I’m a bit faint. Am I imagining a bit of sexual tension in the air?



“But I did all the essays,” I defend myself, somehow knowing that it is going to be too little too late. We seem to have crossed the Rubicon somewhere along the line.



“I’m not just talking about your slapdash approach to your studies, Miss Newland,” he says softly. “Your manner is disrespectful, bordering on insolent. You seem to think you are here to drink too much and sleep all day. You insult the philanthropists who have endowed this university and given such as you this opportunity to commune with greatness. If your tendencies aren’t caught and corrected soon, you will be out on your ear, young lady.”



Talk about a character assassination. I am cut to the quick.



“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “Can I give you the essay now?”



“I haven’t quite decided whether to accept it yet,” he says haughtily.



“What do you mean? It’s compulsory coursework!”



“Ah, you understand that now, do you?” He stands looking at me for a long, long time. I focus on the big framed print on the wall behind him. Charlotte Corday stabbing Marat in the bath. Cool. Cogs are whirring inside his head, it seems; he is making momentous decisions. As long as they don’t involve my signing on to the dole, I’ll accept them, whatever they are.



“Do you seriously want to keep your place on the degree course, Miss Newland?” he asks finally.



“Of course I do! I’ve worked really hard over the last two weeks! I’ve eaten, slept and dreamed the bloody French Revolution.”



He half-smiles and fixes his eyes beadily on me preparatory to making or breaking my future.



“Very well, I’m prepared to hold your place open for you, but you need to understand that this is your last chance. You are on probation.”



I am dismayed. This is so unfair. I have been the model student lately; I even went to all the lectures, Friday afternoon as well. Above and beyond the call of duty.



“What does that mean, Sir?” I sulk, sticking out my lower lip in textbook disgruntled fashion.



“It means, Miss Newland, that I am going to take a personal interest in your progress. You will report to my office twice a week with all relevant reading lists, essays and lecture notes so I can ensure you are keeping up with the demands of the syllabus. Additionally, I want to see you here every Sunday evening for extra work.”



“Extra work?”



“I intend to be strict with you; it seems to be the only way to keep you from falling by the wayside. I am far too busy to be nursemaiding recalcitrant First Years as a rule, but in this case, I am prepared to make the time.”



Oh. Why? The whole sexual tension question hangs in the air again. Is it my imagination?



“Right. Thanks,” I say, not particularly sincerely. I think about my friends waiting for me in the pub. I am absolutely dying for a stiff drink. “Can I go now?”



“Have you listened to a word I’ve said?” he hisses indignantly. I stiffen and my hairs stand on end. There is danger in the room. “I expect a serious improvement in your attitude, Miss Newland, and I’m inclined to give you your first lesson here and now.”



He glides down to a sitting position on the sofa and begins rolling up his sleeves to the elbow. My mouth drops open….he was actually serious about spanking me…?



“Let’s see how committed you are to your studies, shall we? Now you can place yourself across my knee or you can go home and pack your bags. Which is it to be? Hmmm?”



He holds my consternated eyes coolly. Well…I can fulfil a long-held fantasy or I can write off my life. No-brainer. I giggle nervously and slump forward over the accommodating lap of my Head of Department.



“Sensible girl,” he murmurs. “You understand that you need to be punished, don’t you?”

This is a short story, but I think a pretty good one. Comments are always welcome and encouraged. If you like it let me know. If you didn’t, let me know as well but please tell me why. I can’t improve if I don’t get criticism. I welcome criticism on content or mechanics.



I dedicate this and all my stories to my sweetheart and the love of my life; she completes me and is so good to me. May we always be together and enjoy life as it is meant to be enjoyed.




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So, Kim is at home alone. John is still at work. She is a little bored and thinking of the last time she made love with him. Because she was thinking of the last time, she is getting pretty horny and can feel herself getting wet and that familiar itch in her pussy, the kind that just needs to be scratch. She remembers how well John is at taking care of that itch, but he is at work and isn’t due home for a couple of hours



She thinks to herself “Should I wait for him to get home? I am PRETTY horny right now and really need to be fucked. But he won’t be home for a while. What should I do?”



Then she remembers the vibrating dildo he had her buy earlier. She remembers how embarrassed she was to buy it from the shop, but she didn’t like the idea of ordering it online. He had said she had to buy it last week, so she did. She remembers that she bought one about the size of his penis because she wanted to feel like it was him and not the dildo.



Opening the drawer where she hid it so no one else would see, she took the dildo out and turned it on to make sure the batteries were still good. After-all, John sure used it a lot on her after she bought it. After turning the knob, the familiar whirring emanated from the rubber toy so she knew the batteries were still good.



She removed her shirt and workout bra. Then she loosened and unzipped the pants and slid them down her legs, followed by the same for her panties. She couldn’t help but notice the damp spot in them already. She thought to herself she often had the same damp spot, something that didn’t happen nearly as often as it had since she met John.



She then lay down on their bed and drew her knees up spreading her legs. She started by rubbing the dildo up and down her slit without placing it in. She could see the dampness on it that it received from her wet pussy. She placed the dildo to the entrance to her pussy and just slightly pushed it in, not quite penetrating, but just teasing herself just like John did when he used it on her. She held it there and felt the vibrations on her clit and really liked the sensation.



She then pulled it out and rubbed the tip up and down her slit again, continuing to tease herself. She placed the tip back to the center of her hole and pushed it all the way in. This caused her to moan out loud. She held it there all the way in for a few moments, relishing the feeling of being full. She couldn’t help but with it was John’s cock, but he wasn’t expected home for a while yet. She then pulled it out and slowly pushed it back in. Pulling it all the way out again, she teased her clit some more with the tip of the vibrating phallus then plunged it back in. This elicited another moan from her.



She pulled it out and pushed it back in several times and could feel the fire build inside of her. She was moaning loudly in time with her plunges. She then rolled over onto her stomach and reached down with her hand under her to stroke the dildo in and out. She closed her legs together to increase the pressure the dildo was causing, increasing the sensations it was having inside her and to enhance the vibrations on her cunt. Her twat was squishing, she was so wet from her manipulation.



She was getting closer and closer to coming and could feel the explosion coming on inside of her. Just as she was about to come, she heard a familiar voice from behind her though she couldn’t see him.



John says out loud “So, you couldn’t wait for me, heh?”



She couldn’t help but be startled and started to remove the vibrator from her twat, but John covered it with his hand holding it in.



John said with an authoritative tone, “No, leave it in!”



He straddles her legs and then she notices that he is already naked. She then realizes he must have been standing there watching her for a while, long enough to get quietly undressed. She must have been so distracted, she didn’t notice or hear him even come in. She can’t see him very well face down, but she feels the raging hard-on as he straddles her legs and feels it laying up her crack.



John says “So, if your twat is already full, where shall I put my cock?”



She can’t see his face, but she can feel him grinning anyway. He reaches to the nightstand next to the bed and opens the drawer. He grabs the lubricant they keep there and she fills him flip the cap open. She then feels him lift his cock and she feels the cool lubricant splash onto her crack and run down all the way to her pussy. She then feels him stroke himself, assuming he is lubing his prick with more lubricant.



Then she feels him scoot down a little. She feels her ass cheeks spread and feels the cool air on her asshole. But it doesn’t stay cool long, because she feels the spongy feeling of his cockhead as he places it against her asshole. She feels him shift his legs downward, but he does it carefully so as not to put pressure on his cock, at least not yet. Then she feels him push his hips forward just a little and she feels the pop if his cockhead as it enters. It burns a little as it usually does, but he waits with his prick head just inside until the burn goes away. Then she feels him apply more pressure and feels his dick slide into her about two inches. He stops again.



She can feel the vibrating dildo pushed deep inside her pussy and John’s cock in her ass and can’t remember ever feeling so full. It is a strange sensation, but she likes the feeling. He then pushes in and feels his hair tickling her ass. He must be all the way in now. She can full both his prick and the dildo so close together and really feels full now. He stops and waits a minute or two; it is hard to tell time with all the stimulation. Then she feels him pulling his pelvis back and feels his cock as it empties from her ass, but he stops before completely pulling it out. He stays there with just the head inside. She can really feel the vibrating cock in her pussy now and the stimulation is starting to get to her again.



Suddenly, she feels John push in again and slide his entire cock inside her ass again. Both sigh at the same time. She looks over her shoulder and sees John looking at her. She asks “so how does the vibrating dildo in my pussy feel to you?”



John says “Wow, the vibrations are really driving me nuts!”



He pulls out again and quickly pushes back in. Kim can feel her climax coming again. It had subsided considerably when John startled her earlier. He then starts slow stroking in and out while the vibrations from the fake cock in her pussy continues stimulation her clit and the insides of her cunt. John starts stroking faster and faster and her plateau is coming quickly. She is starting to see those familiar stars when she has a really strong orgasm. Suddenly her entire body tenses and she shuts her eyes and screams loudly as her orgasm hits her like an elephant jumping off a diving board. Her pussy and ass clench hard and she almost pushes the dildo out. She might have pushed John’s prick out as well, but he had stopped when she came and held himself deep inside her ass.



Her ass clenching and her scream pushed John over the edge as well and he can feel the cum boiling out of the slit in his cock depositing itself deep in her ass. She feels the warm sensation in her ass and that pushes her even higher. John pulls out a little and slams back in, shooting more spurts of his juice up her ass. He makes short little strokes in and out in time with the pulses of semen coming out of his cock and continues to do this for what seems like a really long time, all the while moaning and grunting animalistic sounds. He pushes in one last time and Kim feels the last spurt flowing deep inside her.



Kim feels John slowly relax and drop from holding up his torso with his hands so that his entire from is completely covering her entire back. His cock is still wedged in her ass, but she can feel him deflating. He kisses the back of her neck several times. She turns her head as far as it would go and he kisses her on the lips.



“I am kind of glad you didn’t wait for me. I really enjoyed that. I love you, sweetheart”, says John.



“I love you too.” says Kim. “Welcome home. Did you get off early?”

Hi there :) The other night, I woke up soaked in sweat and a squirt puddle from an intense dream I had. My Dom had me type it out and send it to him. He was so impressed that he had me submit it here. When I originally typed it out, it was in first person telling him (Adrian) about being fucked by Sean. If there are any typos or continuity errors, I apologize for missing them when I revised this. To answer any questions people might have, yes, both men I describe are actually in porn, and yes, those are accurate descriptions of them. I’m a lucky woman ;) They haven’t DP-ed me yet, but we’re planning it soon. Hope you enjoy this!



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Sean had been making me his whore all night, which wasn’t hard for him. At 6’3″ and 200lbs of lean, hard, wiry muscle, he could go all night. His 8 ½” cock was so thick around that I couldn’t deep throat it, but he made me anyway, holding the back of my head tightly and ignoring the tears running down my face. If my hands hadn’t been tied behind my back, I would have pushed him away, but, as it was, all I could do was take it. Picking me up my throat, he led me to my couch. As he bent me over the arm by the back of my neck, he slapped my ass, hard.



“That’s a lovely shade of red,” he muttered before slapping me again, this time on the opposite cheek. He repeated the process until I was yelping at each blow, then he started fucking with me, pausing between each slap and feinting, making me flinch. I snapped at him, telling him to stop fucking with me and just hit me already if he was going to. He did, slapping me harder than he had been before, this time not pausing between each blow, and making me scream and yelp and try to twist away. When he stopped, I was shaking and hoping that he was done spanking me and ready to fuck me. Telling me to stay there, he walked into the bedroom and came back out with the gag in one hand, and my crop in the other.



“Since you can’t be quiet and take what you asked for, you’re not speaking for the rest of the night.” I told him to fuck off, and that he wouldn’t be able to stay quiet if I wailed on him the way he had wailed on me. His only response was to loop the gag around my face and cinch it roughly. I couldn’t glare at him since he was behind me, but I would have if I could. He spread my legs with his, and nestled his cock against my ass. I arched my hips to rub against it, and he pulled back and snapped the crop against my ass. The gag muffled my yelp, and I bit into it when he hit me again, this time on my lower back. The next blow was harder, and across that sweet spot where my ass and thigh meet. He painted my lower back and ass with crop marks, and there were tears in my eyes by the time he stopped.



He started rubbing his cock along my lips, and I stayed still this time, not rubbing against him like I wanted to. When he grabbed my ass roughly, digging his fingertips into the tender flesh, I whimpered and squirmed away. His ankles pushed mine further apart, and I hoped that he would fuck me now, that he would slide deep inside me and make me cum all over his cock and make the burning in my ass go away. I was half right. His fingers spread me open, and I felt so exposed for a split second before I felt the head of his cock slide into me, making me moan. This time I couldn’t help but move my hips and press back onto him. He felt so fucking good as he sank further and further into me, filling and stretching my cunt. Even his hand resting on my hip felt good as it held me down while he sank into me. I changed the angle of my hips so I could grind my clit into the arm of the couch beneath me, and whined when he pulled out of me.



“You’re not in control, bitch,” was all the warning I had before I felt the crop assailing my ass again. Fuck, it hurt. My ass felt like it was on fire as it was, and he was stoking the flames. When he hit the same spot three times in a row, I screamed and let the tears in my eyes fall down my face. It burned and stung and ached, there would definitely be bruises later. When he stopped, I thought he was finished and would fuck me again. Fucking please just fuck me again. Stop beating me and fill me and pound me and make me scream in pleasure instead of pain. If I could speak, I’d be begging for his cock, begging for him to fill me and make me his whore.



A finger slid between my lips and teased me, sliding in and out oh-so-slowly, caressing me, making me clench and shiver as my body begged for more. One finger turned into two, and I moaned in pleasure and frustration. It still wasn’t enough. I wanted more. When I felt his tongue licking at me, my moan turned into a whimper. God, I hated that. It made me feel so vulnerable, but so fucking good. It was soft and warm and I could feel his breath caressing my pussy. The soft touch of his tongue disappeared, and I felt his teeth sink into my flesh right next to my cunt. He only bit harder when I whined, and it hurt so good as he finger fucked me faster and harder, circling my clit with his thumb. He wouldn’t touch it though, just circle around it, teasing me, making me beg silently for that one little touch that would send me from being a ball of tension into mind-blowing bliss. It never came, and neither did I. He wouldn’t let me. Not then from finger fucking, and not later when he was pounding into me.



Tears were running down my face as I writhed on his cock. My teeth clenched around the gag as he made me moan and squirm and cry. Every time I came close to cumming, he would stop fucking me and pinch a welt left by the crop or spank me again until the pain outweighed the pleasure. Over and over again, he built me up just to throw me back down and make me suffer as he danced around my orgasm. He used my arms tied behind my back as a lever to slam into me even harder, and I was so lost in the pleasure that I hardly noticed his fingertips twisting cruelly into my tender ass. He said something that didn’t register, oh God his cock felt so good, so deep inside me, I felt so full, how could I not cum? Two fingers sliding into my ass is how. The pain made me cry out and jerk away from him, but he simply pulled me back by my arms and made me take it.



“Did you really think your ass wasn’t getting claimed tonight, you stupid little cunt?” He kept fucking me, sliding easily in and out of my sopping pussy. It was just enough to balance the pain of his fingers in my ass. I heard him spit just before feeling the cold saliva drip down his fingers around my ass. He began pumping them in and out of me in time with his cock filling my pussy, and the pain lessened as I relaxed around him and focused on the pleasure radiating from deep inside me. He spat again, and I felt so degraded as he used that instead of lube to keep fucking my ass with his fingers. The pain was gone, but not the embarrassment I felt as he fucked both of my holes. How could this feel so good? It shouldn’t feel so good to be treated this way, to be violated and degraded and shown that all I am is a little slut. But it felt so good… How could I not want this? His fingers sank deeper into my ass, and he began snapping his hips to slam into me again. I hooked my calves around his legs to take everything he was giving me, and felt the pulsing deep inside me that began building me up again, getting close to orgasm, that sweet release, that electric bliss, that mind-numbing explosion. Oh, Christ it was right there, just don’t stop, PLEASE don’t stop! Please don’t cum! But he did, grunting and seating himself deep inside me to fill me to the brim. The added heat deep within me almost pushed me over the brink. Almost.



He slid his fingers out of my ass as he pulled out of me, and I whimpered as I let myself collapse onto the bed. He rolled me over onto my back, and told me to stay there. Like I was going anywhere, honestly. He reached around the edge of the bed, and when I saw the nipple clamps I whimpered in delight. They felt so good; maybe they would push me over the edge. Oh fucking Christ I need to cum. But no, all he did was place them on the bed next to me and told me that he was going to shower to give me time to cool off. Are you fucking serious? That bastard! He really wouldn’t give me an inch! He rolled his eyes at my furious expression, and then scowled when it didn’t go away.



“Don’t you fucking look at me like that, whore,” he growled. He didn’t stop at telling me, smart man, and slapped me across the face hard enough to make my ears ring. There must be a direct line from my face to my pussy, because I felt it gush and I started shaking as I almost came.



By the time he was out of the shower, I had backed off from the edge of an orgasm but was still wound beyond belief. I needed to cum. My knees were twitching, and it was all I could do to not squirm. He had put his clothes back on, and I got worried. Would he really leave me like this? Any orgasm I could give myself would be nothing compared to cumming with him inside me. Please don’t leave me like this. When he reached down to pick up the nipple clamps, I was confused. He was obviously done playing, what was he doing? I moaned softly when he fastened them around me, and wished that he would give them a nice, hard twist, one that would make me go limp and writhe at the same time. He saw my face and smirked.



“What? You thought we were done? No. We’re just going to see Adrian now. I’m going to drive you there, and you’re not going to let any of my cum drip out of your pussy.” Adrian. The name alone made my stomach and pussy clench. Adiran fucked me better than anyone else ever had, and probably ever would. He was my Dom, and being with him was bliss.



Sean tugged on the nipple clamps with one hand, and pulled me up by my shoulder with the other. He draped my long black wool coat over my shoulders, but didn’t zip it up, leaving a gap for him to lead my by the clamps. When we got to the parking lot, I stopped. I didn’t have any shoes on and didn’t want to walk across it at night. I moaned behind the gag to get his attention, and when he saw that I didn’t want to walk across, he picked me up to carry me to the car, letting the coat fall open. I whimpered and tried to curl into him. I didn’t want my neighbors to see me naked. He wouldn’t let me hide very much though, and I got cold fast without any cover.



When he put me in the car, he didn’t put the coat back around my shoulders before he buckled me in. So this is how it was going to be, hm? A naked car ride? At least it was a short drive. It may be short, but he made sure to keep me from hiding in my seat whenever we stopped and someone might see. There were few enough people on the road that it was only a little embarrassing, and very hot. It was hard to keep cum from dripping out of my pussy when I was so wet.



Sean parked right in front of Adrian’s apartment, and left the coat in the car as he led me inside by the clamps. I was shivering a little as I stood there while he took his coat and shoes off. There he was, sitting on the couch. Adrian was 5’11″, significantly shorter than Sean, but so built with lean muscle that he weighed only twenty pounds less at 180lbs. Both he and Sean dwarfed my 150lbs of muscle on my 5’7″ frame. Adrian was wearing the faded blue jeans that I loved; they clung to his perfect thighs and ass so wonderfully. He was shirtless, showing off his nipple rings and broad chest, and didn’t acknowledge me as he and Sean spoke other than to ask how Sean had treated me. Sean grasped my shoulders to turn me around and show Adrian the welts on my ass, and I could almost hear the two of them grin as Adrian got up to trace his fingers along the raised flesh. Goosebumps erupted on my body from the light touch of his fingers, and I spread my legs a bit when his hand reached down to caress my pussy. His fingers were gentle as one slid inside me to feel Sean’s warm cum still in my cunt.



“I like the gag. Good choice leaving it on,” he commended Sean. Adrian still hadn’t said anything to me directly, and the objectiveness of it made me even wetter. My pussy clenched around his finger, and he pulled it out to slide along my ass.



“You played with this, too?” Sean nodded, and went to make himself a drink. I squirmed my hips away from the invading finger, and his hand slid back between my legs to pull me back by my pussy.



“You know better than to pull away from me. You are not in control. You are nothing more than a whore, a set of holes for me to take my pleasure in.” Adrian’s other hand grasped the back of my neck tightly. “You will not squirm away, you will not protest. You will take whatever is given to you, and you will enjoy it.” He released my pussy to untie my wrists, and turned me by my neck to face him. My eyes were wide, and it was obvious that I had been crying by the makeup smeared across my face in rivulets. I had clasped my hands around my chest to try and warm myself, and Adrian let go of my neck to pull them down to my sides.



“Do you understand?” The look in his eyes – hard, aroused intelligence and dominance – made my stomach clench and knees twitch as I nodded. There was no way I could argue with him. He knew exactly how to make me want to be a good little whore. His good little whore.



“Then get on your knees. You’re not allowed to speak other than to beg tonight.” His hands quickly undid the buckle on the gag, and he pulled his already hard cock from his pants.



“Open your mouth.” Before the words had left his mouth, I was on my knees with my mouth open, taking the head of his thick cock into my mouth. I moaned as I tasted him and felt his flesh heavy on my tongue. He tasted so good; it always made me want more. Relaxing my throat, I slid farther down onto his cock, keeping my lips tight around the shaft as I traced a line along the underside with my tongue. His head hit the back of my throat, and I took a deep breath before sliding my mouth to the base of his cock. I gagged a little as I pulled back, and ignored the need to breathe as I slid my lips to the base again. My body wanted to panic as I stayed there for a moment, feeling how thick he was in my throat before I slid almost all the way back to his head and wrapped my hand around the shaft.



“Hands on my thighs.” I placed them there, and felt each of his hands take a fistful of hair to hold my head in place as he started to face-fuck me. I couldn’t breathe and whimpered as I fought from pulling back. Feeling how much control he had over me made my hips squirm, and I dug my fingertips into his thick thighs to keep from playing with myself. Sean’s cum started to drip from my pussy down my thighs as I clenched and squirmed. Adrian stopped abruptly, pulling out of my mouth without letting go of my hair, and I gasped for air.



“Good girl.” The words made my body tremble, and I wrapped my mouth back around the cock in front of me, wanting more of it in my mouth. As I sucked, I heard Sean walk around behind me and felt him place a hand on the back of my head. The touch made me shiver and I moaned around Adrian’s cock in my mouth. I felt so small on my knees between the two massive men, and it felt so right. I was here to please, and being on my knees was a visual reminder.



Pulling my mouth off of Adrian’s cock, I looked up into his blue eyes and pleaded, “Please fuck me! Please make me cum! I want to cum on your cock so badly, please!” I glanced back and forth between him and Sean, and they smiled at each other.



“Not yet, slut.” I couldn’t help but whimper. Denying me only made me hornier. It made me so wet that they were in control and ignoring what I wanted. I straddled Adrian’s leg and ground my clit softly into his shin, humping pitifully against him. Doing my best to look like a pitiful, horny mess, which is exactly what I was, I stared up at him as I stroked his cock.



“Please?” I whimpered.



“No. And you’ve made a mess of yourself. We need to fix that.” He gestured derisively to the cum running down my thighs. I gasped as Sean picked me up by my arms, and sat back on the couch with me in his lap. He spread his thighs with mine, and wrapped his ankles around my calves so that I couldn’t close my legs. His hands were unyielding around my arms and torso. I couldn’t move within his grasp, and the knowledge made me squirm even more. Adrian knelt in front of me, and began licking up my thigh from my knee, tracing the path Sean’s cum had made down my legs. I whimpered and tried to pull away. Being eaten out made me feel vulnerable enough, but cleaning Sean’s cum from my body was even worse. Or better, depending on your perspective. Sean held to me tighter as I wiggled, trying futilely to get away. Adrian placed his broad hands on my thighs and kept licking slowly, alternating between my thighs. The closer his mouth came to my pussy, the more I whimpered. He paused once he reached the apex of my thighs, and locked eyes with mine as he slowly lowered his mouth to my cunt, and licked slowly between my lips. I couldn’t break from his intense gaze as his tongue traced along my clit, dipping down into my pussy. The look in Adrian’s eyes, the vulnerability I was feeling, being trapped and bound by Sean’s limbs, and the expert tongue teasing me was winding me up faster than I thought possible.



One of Adrian’s hands reached up to pull at the chain between my nipples while the other dipped into my pussy, teasing me with two fingers. His tongue lapped at my pussy, teasing me with its warmth. My hips wiggled and tried to press into his face as he teased my clit.



“Please! Please let me cum! Make me cum! Please!” I couldn’t stand not cumming any more. I needed that release; I needed to cum on his hands and face. It didn’t matter that I was sitting in Sean’s lap – I needed to cum. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned, arching into Sean’s arms as Adrian slid four fingers deep inside my cunt. His mouth stayed wrapped around my clit, and his other hand moved from the nipple clamps down to press down on my stomach, stimulating my g-spot from the outside. It felt like I was shattering and sinking and flying all at once. There was nothing but the hand inside me and the limbs wrapped around my body. Some part of me was dimly aware of the fluid gushing down my legs, soaking Sean’s lap beneath me as I writhed and clenched around Adrian’s hand. It vaguely registered that I was being spoken to, and I strained to understand what was being said.



“Is this what you wanted, whore? Is this what you needed? Is it?” Adrian asked sharply. I felt Sean’s cock hardening beneath me as I soaked his pants, and the sensation kept me over the brink and made me cum even harder.



“Fuck yes! Please don’t stop! Please, God!” Sean let go of my arms to clutch at my breasts and nipples, and I yelped in response and pressed into his hands. Being caught between the two of them was as much like a rock and a hard place as a person can get, and it was blowing my mind. One of Sean’s hands moved from my breast to grasp my throat, and I leaned into it, needing it. His fingers dug into my windpipe and the veins in my neck, and I lost myself in the dizziness that added to my orgasm. I was so lost in the pleasure that I hardly noticed Adrian reaching a finger back to slip into my ass. It was so soaked in my juices that it slid in easily. As my orgasm faded, the dizziness from Sean’s hand around my throat kept me from focusing on the discomfort in my ass.



I whimpered, or tried to, and Adrian growled, “Take it, bitch. You fucking love it. And you’re going to love me fucking it.” I nodded and gasped for air, still twitching from my orgasm. Adrian stood, and began walking up the stairs, then Sean stood beneath me and I slid to the floor, unable to stand from lack of air and lack of any mental capacity.



Sean sounded surprised and a little worried as he asked Adrian, “Is this normal?” gesturing to his pants. He had only fucked me twice before, and hadn’t made me squirt. Adrian saw me at least once a week, and almost always made me squirt. I looked up from the floor, and smiled as I saw that the denim of Sean’s jeans was soaked almost down to his knees. My nipples ached and my pussy twitched with the after affects from cumming, and I greedily wished for more.

Kimberly – her husband’s home-cum-ing



This is sort of a side story to the continuing series about the women that Willis meets in his accounting department. As happens with some of my characters, they begin to lead their own lives. Kimberly has become an incredibly erotic woman and her single story has developed a into full life story. This story occurs after “Kimberly – her husband’s back-story.”



Robert could not wait to get home and scheduled his flight to arrive about noon on Friday so that he could have some time with Kimberly before his son came home. The anticipation was driving him crazy but he showed great restraint in not masturbating after Wednesday evening, wanting to save his desire and semen for his wife.



As he walked out of the secure area he saw her waiting and looking for him to come out of the other concourse. Her long wavy blond hair was very distinctive and caught everyone else’s eye, but with her looking the wrong way, he had the opportunity to look her over and that caused a great stirring in his loins.



That thick wavy hair flowed over her white blouse and down to the small of her back. It was the color of ripe wheat with a just a few hairs turning towards platinum. A cute small nose was centered below sparkling green/grey eyes sheltered below thin blond eyebrows. She was of a slender build and her breasts filled the blouse without being dies-proportionate. With a nearly flat belly, her narrow waist flared to wonderfully proportionate hips tightly wrapped in fashionable jeans that drew his eyes down her lean strong thighs. Her dainty feet were in open toed high-heeled sandals that made her about five foot and ten inches tall, perfect for his six foot frame.



Then she turned and her pale reddish face lit up as she saw him, her thin lips forming a wide smile that told him more than words how much she still loved him. She moved quickly towards him and he dropped his bag to take her in his arms. Kimberly enjoyed the feel of her husband’s large cock as her full body molded against his and their lips met in a deep kiss. As their tongues danced together his hand slid down over her trim ass and squeezed gently.



Kimberly broke the embrace to look around, worried that someone had noticed and only saw others greeting friends and family. She looked up at Robert and whispered,



“Be careful, honey.”



“Baby you are so hot,” he whispered, his face close to hers. “You turn me on something fierce. I can’t wait to get you home!” They broke their embrace and walked hand in hand to baggage claim. Robert stayed to pick-up his bag while Kimberly retrieved the car and met him in front of the building.



She let him drive home and they talked of normal things about his trip. There was a huge amount of sexual tension in the car but they both knew that it could only be released when they got home. Kimberly tried very hard not to distract him too much during the drive but saw his eyes looking her over every chance he had.



When they got home, there was a rush to get to the door, like kids racing to get somewhere first. She unlocked the door and ran inside, but Robert caught her hand as he closed the door and he pulled her back to him. Beverly couldn’t stop the powerful shiver that flowed through her body in anticipation of the release to cum. Breathing heavily, she turned to face him and gasped as his hand reached up to cup her face and bring it close to his. She reached out and started to unbutton his shirt with her fingers. Crazy with anticipation, Robert dropped his arms and let the shirt fall to the floor.



“I love you,” Kimberly said breathlessly as she rubbed her fingers through his chest hair. His hands returned and started on her blouse buttons. He pulled the tail of her blouse from her jeans when he finished the buttons. With practiced dexterity, her reached around and opened the clasp of her bra, then slid blouse and bra off her shoulders.



As more clothes fell to the floor, he slid one hand over her smooth skin and down to her right breast, where he cupped the weight in his hand drawing a gasp from her. His other hand slid around her back to pull her forward as he leaned down to suck her hard nipple into his mouths.



“Oh God…yes!” Kimberly hissed as she dug her fingers into his hair.



When he moved his hand down to her pants and pressed his fingers against the growing damp spot on her crotch she threw her head back and gasped. His hand moved up and tugged at the button of her pants, popping that open. She pulled her stomach in as he tugged her zipper down and tried to release her from her tight jeans.



There was a moment of laughter as they worked to release her hips and legs from her pants and in the process they moved further into the living room. As soon as he could he returned his lips to her breast, this time on the other nipple. While his mouth suckled on her firm tit, his fingers explored the soft and luxuriant blond hairs on her pubic mound. A contented sigh escaped Kimberly’s throat as he teased her with his fingertips, caressing the pad of curly hair.



“Yes…” she breathed. Robert’s penis was painfully constricted in his own pants and he straightened up and moved back from her. Popping open the button on his casual pants, he pulled the zipper down as he stepped out of his shoes. Smiling, his wife bent down and pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing his substantial shaft that she knew so well.



“Lookie what I found!” she said gleefully as she wrapped her hand around his bare cock. She’d been with men who were as long or even longer, like her son, and with men that were as thick. As she looked at his cock in all its full, naked glory, she knew that his was the absolute best combination of length, thickness and curve for her body. Many cocks could give her pleasure but this one was the best.



What made it even more special was that he kept it shaved. Since his one tour in the Red Sea on a Navy ship, he had discovered his crotch itched a lot less with his pubic hair removed. Every two to three days he simply soaped in up and shaved it while in the shower. It was an even greater benefit that it eliminated that un-erotic moment when a woman has to stop her oral love to remove a pubic hair from her mouth. Kimberly loved the smooth skin surrounding his cock and how soft his scrotum felt in her hands without hair. She desperately wanted him inside her soon.



Robert’s wife stroked and caressed his shaft as he kicked his pants free from his ankles and she was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum that oozed from the little slit in his swollen cockhead. Kimberly saw this and her desire brought her to her knees before she was aware of what she was doing. Her slender tongue snaked out to collect the clear drop, which she savored in her mouth. She felt his meat throb in her hand in reaction to the touch of her tongue.



Kimberly looked up into his bright blue eyes and caressed the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. She smiled as she felt his whole body shiver in reaction to her tongue circling the rim of his tip; then she opened her mouth wide to take him in.



“Oh God,” Robert moaned as he watched his wife sucked the swollen head an inch of the shaft into her mouth. Easing back a bit, she then took him deeper, struggling already with the ache in her jaw as she spread her mouth wide to engulf his thick cock



From years of experience she knew that he was too big for her mouth at first, so she focused relaxing her jaw and taking more each time. With a slow but relentless pace her head bobbed up and down on his shaft and her cheeks puff repeatedly as her mouth filled with the man meat she desired so much. Robert’s groans grew in volume and she knew he was going to loose control soon. As much as she loved drinking his cum, she needed a fucking orgasm too much right now. She opened her mouth and backed off, letting his saliva coated cock ease out of her mouth.



“Fuck me honey,” she told him as she lay back on the carpet and spread herself for him. Robert knelt down between her spread legs and paused, staring at this sexy mother of three nearly grown children that was completely naked in front of him. With her blond hair haloing her beautiful face and her pert breasts standing proud of her chest, she was an erotic vision that many men would dream about all their lives. Reaching down, he spread her thighs further apart to look at wet, throbbing pussy that had given birth to their three children. To him it still looked as good as it did all those years ago when they first got together.



“What are you looking at me like that for?” his wife hissed.



“You look so good to eat,” he told her and sprawled between her long legs, pushing up her thighs to allow his mouth a better approach to her succulent cunt. In her state of excitement it was a moment before she understood he was eating her, not fucking her. She shuddered at the first touch of his tongue tentatively sliding between the soft folds of her outer lips.



“Ah! Oh baby! What are you doing?”



Her husband’s mouth was unavailable for speech. He treasured the flavor of his wife’s pussy and the way it felt to his tongue as he explored her pink and juicy slit. Kimberly had been horny enough before he went down on her and thought that all she wanted in the world at that moment was his cock inside her. She didn’t think she needed any foreplay as her aching cunt was already wet and itchy.



“No, baby! Don’t…have to…lick my!” She panted. “Just fuck me!” The last part was a more of a whine but Robert didn’t answer. He used his fingers to hold his wife’s pussy lips apart permitting his tongue to dive deep into her fragrant opening. The vaginal juice ran out of her depths and onto his chin while his mustache and upper lip pressed against her fat and swollen clit protruding at the top of her cuntslit.



Moving his tongue higher, Robert showed his skill at licking his wife’s pussy as he began swabbing her clit up and down. The naked woman squealed under his attention, clutching his head with both her hands as she frantically thrust her hips off the carpet and fucked her hungry hole onto his face.



“God yes!” she cried out. “Lick it!! Oh…suck it! Make me cum!”



Being a loving and obedient husband, Robert kept licking and kissing her clit and pussy. He shifted one hand and caressed the thick blond colored curls that covered her lower belly. Taking her clit between his lips, he sucked it gently into his mouth and rubbed it with his tongue. At the same time his slid his pinkie down and caressed her crinkled little sphincter, softly running his finger over and around it.



Kimberly felt the climax build deep inside her belly, causing her nipples and asshole to tingle as pre-orgasmic sensations started shooting though her network of nerves, sending waves of violent pleasure through her body. Then she tripped over the edge and was cumming uncontrollably, while her husband tried to hold on to her and continue sucking on her clit.



“AAhhh… Unnggh…cuummiinngg!” she howled. Her vagina squirted and spasmed, giving Robert a shock and finally causing him to back his face away from her. It was nearly a minute before the spasms subsided but Kimberly still had a deep and aching need inside her body; one that she had felt before. It was the need to feel her husband’s thick shaft pounding into her cunt as hard as he could shove it in.



“Please fuck me, honey,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Shove it in me now!”



Robert crawled up between her thighs with his great cock protruding out from his stomach and mounted the mother of his children. Impatiently she reached down grasped the meaty shaft and guided the purple knob to her open gash. She groaned as she felt the thickness penetrate her and stretch her entrance around the familiar thickness of his cock.



“Yes,” she hissed in response. Robert positioned himself above her, spreading his knees apart to put his body in the ideal posture to thrust his cock into her. When he started stroking in and out, pushing his organ deeper into her, his wife bent her neck upwards to look down as her favorite veined cock slid in and out of her body. The view was very exciting and she humped upwards and wiggled her hips and ass, thrusting back against him.



“Deeper,” she panted. “More!”



Robert reared up and started stroking harder, pounding hard against Kimberly’s pubic mound. When his cock was buried to the balls in her cunt, she shuddered as little precursor spasms started to spread throughout her body. It had been forever since she was this ravenous and at the same time he felt so wonderfully filling inside her. Her pussy was sucking and throbbing uncontrollably around probing stiffness of his cock.



Feeling the pressure of his orgasm approaching much sooner than he wanted, Robert stopped and lay still above her. He kept his cock motionless while he rested, looking down at his beautiful and sexy wife. Her face was flushed and some of her hair was stuck to the perspiration around the edge of her face. The rest of her luscious blond hair was fanned out on the carpet beneath her head. But the eyes that looked up at him burned with sexual craving.



“Don’t stop now!” she yelled at him. “Fuck me!” To punctuate her desire, Kimberly pulled her long legs as high as she could and set her heels against the small of his back. Then she began humping like crazy, frantically fucking her tight, wet pussy onto her husband’s great cock.



Robert reared back until only the bloated head of his penis was still with his wife’s hungry pussy, then came down hard against her, ramming every bit of his meaty shaft into her body. The sex crazed woman beneath him humped back for his every stroke, her legs pulling them together and spurring him to go faster. Her head rolled side to side in the nest of her hair while her firm breasts bounced and quivered as she moved her body under him. Robert strained to meet his wife’s demanding rhythm, thrusting his cock deep and hard into her hot, sucking cunt.



“Yes…honey! Unngggh! Shit…do it…harder…more!” Kimberly demanded of him as her pussy started to spasm around his big cock. “Fuck me…Fuck me!” she shouted. Robert was already fucking his wife as hard as he could. The sweat ran down his chest as he persistently labored between her thighs, making deep rumbling noises as he continuously rammed his thick prick into the depths of her sucking pussy. The mature wife and mother could feel another wave of spasms welling up within her abdomen and her cock-filled fuck hole squeezed down even tighter around her husband’s wonderful cock.



“I’m…cumming…again!” she yelled. “Now-now-nnooooooowwwww!” Her whole body burst into a luscious orgasm, the pink walls of her pussy contracting around her husband’s tremendous cock. Kimberly’s body shook uncontrollably as the orgasm took her entire body, racking her muscles with waves of pleasure so intense that they edged on painful. Her pussy ejaculated warm fluid that shot against Robert’s skin and flowed down between their loins.



Robert rammed his cock as deep as possible and then the huge load of cum he had held back gushed out of his prick. In a remote part of her consciousness, Kimberly felt it spraying, the eruption deep inside her womb. The load of scalding semen coated the entire inside of her sex and oozed out as she flexed her fucking muscles around the erupting manhood, helping her man to completely drain his balls completely into her.



Collapsing into his elbows, tried to hold his weight off of her while they both tried to recover from their incredible joint orgasm. When his elbows started to shake, he eased his hips back until his swollen cock sloshed out of Kimberly’s wet hole, then rolled over and dropped onto the floor beside her.



“Wow,” she breathed. “I still love the ways you make me cum.” Robert rolled back towards her and kissed her as his hand enveloped her breast, rubbing the soft and warm sphere with his hands and tweaking the large nipple between his finger and thumb. She spasmed at his and felt a surge of goo flow out of her quivering pussy. She moved quickly to place her hand over the opening to hold it in.



“I think I need to go clean up,” she laughed. Robert stood up and helped his wife to her feet. She followed him to their bathroom, awkwardly holding her hand on her dripping pussy to hold the juices in. With a sigh she sat down on the toilet and let the juices flow out while she reached for her douche to rinse. Robert stepped into the shower to rinse of the sweat from their living room floor rut. Turning the water on, he stood under the hot spray, letting it flow over his face and down over my body. It felt so relaxing.



As he stood in the shower, he heard the click and the magnet catch grabbed the glass door closed and knew he was not alone. Soft hands reached around his body, one focused on rubbing his nipples as the other moved down to caress his penis. Those two wonderfully firm breasts pressed against his back and he groaned with pleasure.



Kimberly pushed her pubic mound against his hard ass, scrubbing her pubic hair against his flesh. With her firm breasts rubbing against his back her pointy nipples raked his skin like fingers. Still pumping his hardening cock, she leaned forward and kissed him on the neck before whispering into his ear.



“Guess who?” she said.



Turned around, Robert drew his wife into his embrace. His thick cock pressed against her soft tummy as he leaned down and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Playfulness was replaced with desire as Kimberly moaned into his mouth. Grabbing his ass, she drew him even tighter against her body and ground her pelvis up and down his shaft. After a few moments, she broke the kiss with a gasp and smiled at him.



Picking up the soap, he started soaping up her body. He loved the feel of her slick and soapy breasts in his hands. Kimberly’s tits were not large mountains of breast flesh and, because of their moderate size, had no real sag to them at all. He loved that they jutted out, firm and taut like a twenty-year-old, nothing like one would expect for a woman approaching 50.



Knowing his preference, Kimberly turned around and presented her back to him. Robert moved her hair over her shoulder and soaped up her back, ensuring that her entire back was coated in slick, soapy bubbles. They he put the soap down and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his body. His hands cupped her breasts as his penis nestled between the muscular globes of her backside. Wiggling his body against hers, he used his stiff chest hair as a scrubby against her back while his cock slide up on down in the crack of her ass. To his cock, it was very similar to being inside her, and he really enjoyed how her smooth skin felt with the soap all over it.



Kimberly placed her hands over his, pressing them into her tits as she pushed her ass back against him. It thrilled her too, and teased her sensitive ass tremendously. She moaned passionately at the feeling he stirred inside her, and she knew that she had to have him again. Moving away from him, she directed the spray against his body and rinsed the soap from his front.



Looking up into his eyes, his beautiful wife slowly knelt down, running her hands over the wet skin on his chest and belly to reach his groin. With one slender hand she carefully cupped his slick scrotum while wrapping her other hand around the shaved skin at the base of his firm shaft. Slowly she leaned closer to rub the soft skin of his glans on cheek, the warm skin thrilling her senses. She teased him as she used her tongue to lick here and there on his penis before finally opening her mouth sucking the first three inches inside.



Robert could not help but groan as his wife’s hot mouth and talented tongue worked their familiar magic on his groin. By reaching out he placed his fingers on her head and guided her match his back and forth rocking motion as he fucked her face while the hot shower spray flowed down over them.

Caressing his balls while stroking and suck on his shaft quickly had him soon had him raring to fuck her and she backed off. She knew that he would last a while for his second time, and she wanted to enjoy it in a more comfortable setting. She released him raised up, leaning in and rubbing her breasts up his belly and chest as she did. When their faces met, she kissed him deeply, letting him feel the passion burning within.



When they broke this kiss, they each rinsed any remaining soap off the other, then shut off the water and stepped out. They helped dry each other, touching and caressing in a fun but mild way that reduced the passion back to a low simmer. Robert loved the way she glowed when she was horny, with her eyes alive and bright. Helping her dry her hair, he playfully laid his cock on her shoulder as he worked the brush and dryer through her hair. Kimberly turned her head and kissed it.



When her thick blond hair was completely dry, it flowed down her back like a blanket of the finest straw, with beautiful strands of platinum glistening in random places. Smiling at her husband, she led him to their bed.



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Kyle walked up to the front of the house a bit nervous. He knew his dad was home and was not sure how he would take that fact that his wife had been screwing around on him…with her son! Mom said that his dad would be more than cool about it but he was not sure. He opened the door and was stopped in his tracks. There his dad’s bag sat right next to the door. The floor and sofa were littered with discarded clothing, including his dad’s underwear and his mom’s bra. The carpet in front of the sofa had a pressed down pattern where someone had laid. In the center was a wet area. Kyle pressed his finger to it and lifted it to his nose…and smelled his mother’s pussy!



Kyle turned towards the kitchen and heard frantic moaning and a bed squeaking down the hall towards his parents’ room. Kyle just stood there, unable to believe his ears, and instantly feeling his cock growing hard inside his shorts. He had heard his parents fucking before but never this clearly.



“Oh God, baby!” His mother was obviously in the throes of ecstasy. “Your big cock…it’s going to…make me…cum…again!” Kyle put his school stuff down and made his way down the hall to their room, his mind already filing with erotic images of his sexy mother having orgasms.



The voices grew louder and he found their door wide open. Kyle knew he should not look but the incestuous lust he had for his mother drove him to want to see and he couldn’t help himself. He moved toward the open door and stared in.



His mother was on top of his father, who lay on his back, smiling up at her with his feet toward the door. Her hair flowed down her back and nearly covered her ass in a silky, golden mantle. Kyle watched his father massage mom’s marvelous tits for several moments and she moved up and down on top of him. The breasts that once nursed him were not the enormous mounds placed there by some doctor, but were perfectly formed, moderately sized globes of flesh that still stuck out like they were attached to a much younger woman. There was almost no perceptible sag to them in spite of nursing three children nearly 20 year ago. Her areolas formed a slightly darker cup of pebbled flesh surrounding her big rubbery nipples. The areolas were exactly centered on each breast but slightly lower on the outside of each melon, making her breasts seem a little bigger than the scant C cups they actually were.



His mom was approaching an orgasm, obviously not her first, and her tight ass moved in a frantic frenzy and she rammed her hungry pussy up and down on dad’s huge cock. This was also the first time he had seen his dad’s cock in quite a while and it was noticeably thicker than his own. He wondered how his mother could take it all but obviously she was more than capable.



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“Gonna…cum,” she panted. Clutching at Robert’s shoulders, she slammed her pussy down onto the base of his prick harder. Robert leaned back and enjoyed the view of her wonderful tits bouncing on her chest as she heaved herself up and down. He glanced down and at the junction of their groins could see her juice coating his hard cock. Kimberly stopped after a few more minutes of frantic up and down movement.



“My legs are giving out,” she giggled. She shifted her legs so she was straddling him and resting her weight on his hips. Lift his hips up as he held her thighs down, she began to grind her clit against his pubic bone. Starting to grind her ass in a circular motion against him, she felt a new and exciting sensation. Imagine after all these years they were still discovering each other!



“Ohhhh!” she moaned as she increased the speed of her movements. “That feels so gooood!” Her husband tightened the grip on her hips and began to move his hips up against her body as part of the grinding motion. Kimberly suddenly shivered and placed her hands on his chest to brace herself better.



“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed. “Oh…baby…yesss! Don’t…stop! That’s SOO GOOD!” Robert shifted a little to get a better angle and suddenly noticed his son watching from the doorway. His shorts and underwear were around his ankles and his hard cock was in his hand. Kyle’s hand stopped mid stroke as he realized his father saw him, but Robert smiled at him and motioned with his head to come closer.



“We’re not alone,” he told his wife. Her eyes opened wide and saw her son in the mirror, hard cock jutting out from his crotch. She stared at the reflection of his long cock for a moment and knew that she would have that too. That though was enough to put her completely over the edge. She rolled her hips as she thrust herself down on her husband’s cock, completely filling her pussy. She cried out, as her whole abdomen clenched around the thick cock and a gush of her come spilled out onto his cock and legs.



“Oh…God,” she yelled. “Cumming!” She kept thrusting against him as her body was consumed with orgasmic spasms. She threw her head back while her hands clutched at the nearly painful muscle contractions in her belly. Her legs were shaking as wave after wave tortured her body.



Robert pulled her hips down hard as he planted his cock deep in her pussy and groaned as semen sprayed from of his cock, blasting deep into her womb. He grunted as another shot of his seed filled her.



It was all too much for Kyle as well. His hand was sliding up and down his cock and with a grunt he came in a huge spray of seed that fell onto the carpet. His second and third shot fell short of the first, and then he staggered to his mother’s dressing chair and sat down. The room was silent for a while except for some heavy breathing.



It seemed like ages to Kimberly until her muscles begin to relax; and she slowly laid her body on top of her husband, her breasts crushed against his hairy chest. As she relaxed, the muscles of her pussy eased the grip around Robert’s thick cock and it gradually slipped out of her, releasing a surge of her juices mixed with his cum. It poured over the clean shaven base of his cock and formed a musky puddle on the bed under his ass.



For several moments Kimberly seemed unable to move as this last orgasm felt like it had drained every bit of energy from her body. Every time she climaxed with her husband in the past had been fantastic, but this orgasm, with her son/lover in the room was nearly overwhelming. As her body slowly returned to normal, she turned her head and laid it on her husband’s shoulder so she could look at her son. Kyle sat in the chair looking at his mother and father on the bed as he caught his breath. In his lap, she saw his long manhood, still swollen and only a bit soft after just shooting his first load of the afternoon. The longer she looked at his rod of pleasurable meat, the stronger the heady desire to have it inside her.



Carefully placing her hands around Robert, Kimberly leisurely lifted her lithe body to her hands and knees above her exhausted husband. Feeling more juices ooze out of her quim, she slowly moved to the edge of the bed and carefully rose to her feet.



“Wow,” she whispered. “That was something else.” Kyle nodded in agreement as he looked at his mother’s sexy body. Kimberly looked over at her husband but he was already dozing off. Looking at her son, she extended an arm to him.



“Help your mother to the bathroom,” she said softly. “I need to clean myself up.” Kyle rose and took his mother’s arm, steadying her as she walked to the bathroom. She went to the sink and wet a washcloth, using it to wipe up all the juices that had oozed out of her from her husband’s great pounding. Then she filled her pink rubber douche bag and sat on the toilet. She squeezed the bag and shuddered as the warm water flooded her vagina, rinsing out the large deposit of sperm that Robert left inside her.



Kyle stared in fascination as she spread her legs and slid the nozzle between her swollen labia. When the water came pouring out his eyes opened wide in amazement. He had never seen anything like that before and it was…kinky…and intimate. His flaccid cock twitched as his mind focused on what his mother was doing.



The twitch caught Kimberly’s eye and she stared at his cock, watching the long, meaty pole as it hung from its hair base. She realized that she was still horny in spite of just getting twice fucked hard by her husband’s great shaft. It amazed her that she couldn’t stand to go ten minutes without more of the sexual stimulation she hungered for.



“Come here, baby.” she purred to him as she reached out to him. He moved closer and, taking him by the hips, Kimberly guided her son to stand directly in front of her. As it got closer to her face, she brushed her cheek against his already stiffening prick.



“I am still so horny, Kyle,” Kimberly whispered. “If I suck your cock, will you give me another hard fucking?”



“What about Dad?” Kyle asked.



“Don’t worry,” she told him as she wrapped her fingers around the root of his cock. “I’ll take care of him too.” Staring at the knob as she started sliding her hand up and down his shaft, she could smell the musky smell of her son’s cum. The thought that her son’s long shaft would soon be fucking her hungry cunt turned her on even more. She opened her mouth, groaning with pleasure as she took the prick into her mouth. That her son’s cock wasn’t entirely hard yet meant she could suck and gnaw on it with ease. With her eyes closed, his mother started cock sucking her son, moving her lips eagerly up and down his shaft and loving feel of it getting harder in her mouth.



Kyle moved his hands to her head, moving her blonde hair away so he could readily observe his mother’s mouth on his cock. As her mouth filled with penis, Kimberly’s face reddened with effort and her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily through her nose. As his prick grew hard in sudden little jerks, Kyle began to move his hips to thrust in and out of her mouth until the huge pole was again as hard as iron. The depraved mother wanted to suck the cum from his cock but forced herself to stop sucking, knowing how much she wanted to feel his prick inside her pussy. She took the penis from her mouth and inspected her son’s stiff organ. The swollen head and long shaft now glistened with her own saliva.



“That’s good!” she said and lifted herself off the toilet. Taking him by the penis, she led him back to her bed, where her husband lay naked on his back, his now deflated penis sticky with her juices. Releasing her hold on Kyle’s shaft, she crawled onto the empty side of the bed, her well-fucked pussy tingling with expectation of more stomach-churning pounding. The naked mother shook her long blonde hair to the side, then reached back and spread one ass cheek to the side to exposing her red and swollen pussy her son’s eyes…and shaft. With his father laid out on the bed in front of her, Kyle moved up behind her, but instead of his penis, Kyle attacked her with his mouth.



“Oh God,” she gasped as a pre-orgasmic shiver swept through her body. She thrust her hips back at his face and he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy. As she did, her face lowered and her husband’s deflated penis was in front of her. Unable to resist the treat in front of her as well, she leaned down further and ran her tongue up and down his penis. It tasted of her pussy which did not revolt her but spurred her to lick even more. Robert moaned and she watched as the fleshy tube of meat began to thicken and lengthen. Twisting her head, she opened her mouth and sucked her way up the side of his shaft, caressing it with her tongue. He awoke as her mouth reached his foreskin, where the stimulation became intense and he flinched for a moment. Robert’s eyes glanced at his son eating his wife, then back to her face. They shared a smile and she continued teasing his cock without taking it fully into her mouth.



While she continued to work on her husband’s growing penis with her tongue, her son’s very diligent tongue was swiftly taking her to her own orgasm again. Taking pleasure in the way he gently rubbed and licked at her hypersensitive clit, she reached down to the hanging ball sac between Robert’s legs. Taking it in her hand, she gently cupped the weighty testacies, feeling the smoothness of his shaved skin even down to the little ridge that lead to his butthole. She heard a gasp from her husband as her finger touched his puckered hole.



With her mouth fully occupied on her husband, she unexpectedly felt her son’s fingers touch the delicate crinkles of swollen flesh adjacent to her vaginal opening. She quit sucking on Robert’s heavy cock and held it still in her mouth as she focused on Kyle’s touching and caressing of her nether region. She knew his touch was moving her closer to another incredible orgasm. He was carefully playing with the sensitive and swollen lips of her pussy with his fingers as he flicked his tongue across her tiny little clit. When he slid his long fingers into the squishy warmth of her drenched cunt, Tyler could feel his mother shudder slightly. He was ready to send his quivering mother into her own orgasm and knew what would trigger it



He started slamming his fingers in and out of her dripping pussy as he moved his face closer to her firm ass. He looked at her delicious puckered rosette and breathed gently over it. Kimberly groaned and wiggled her ass at him. He moved even closer behind her and ran his tongue from the top of her ass crack down to her little anus. He circled it a couple of times to tease his mother and she groaned with desire, so he took a deep breath and pushed his tongue into her asshole as hard as he could. Kyle could feel the clenching of the tight little muscles in her sphincter as he tried to push his tongue into her ass. The muscles relaxed and opened as she grew more and more excited. Beverly released her husband’s cock from her mouth as she began pleading for the orgasm she felt coming.



“Don’t stop…licking my ass…lick…momma’s ass,” she whined and she pressed her ass against her son’s face. Then it became a howl.



“OH YES…LICK…MYASS…FINGERS…I’M COMMMIIINNNGGG.” Tyler felt her ass clamp down on his tongue as her pussy squeezed his fingers inside her. The intensity of her orgasm made the muscles in her body spasmed as wave after wave of contractions washed over her. She pushed him away and fell over into a fetal position on the bed as she shuddered and trembled through an all consuming orgasm. Over and over her body shook as wave after wave of uncontrollable muscle spasms twisted her. It was some time before her eyes opened and she was able to take in the space around her.



What she saw was her husband and her son, both with pounding erections, looking at her. In spite of the orgasms she had already experienced, her mind hungered for the two large cocks she had in front of her now. With her stiff nipples tingling and her pussy getting wet again, her mind pictured the incestuous threesome of having her husband and her son double-fuck her. It was the most depraved thing her kinky mind had every imagined. But for all her wildness, Kimberly had never been double-fucked before in her life. Even with all the wild sex she had enjoyed that day with her husband and now her son, her whole being was thrilled with the concept of being filled by two wonderful cocks at the same time.



Kimberly uncurled her body and crawled towards her husband Robert. He smiled back at her as he lay there with his enormous shaft glistening with her spit lying over his stomach. Crawling over Robert, she placed her knees on the bed to either side of his hips and, taking his familiar cock in her hand, she directed the swollen knob against her wet and itchy pussy lips.



“Look at me Kyle,” she hissed teasingly. “I know you like watching your mother’s cunt being filled by a thick cock like your dad’s.” Kyle was watching, his hand now jacking on his own prick as he waited for whatever came next. Kimberly smiled as she felt Robert’s big prick stretching her pussy, loving how the walls of her cunt squeezed and gripped the shaft as she slowly lowered herself onto it. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she wiggled and thrust her hips down, driving his stiff cock drive all the way up her hungry vagina.



Robert responded by starting to thrust back up at her, sliding his vast manhood into her pussy. Kimberly could feel it vanishing into her, moving deep inside the depths of her pussy and squeezing out some of extra juices. Her hunger over came her control and she started hastily smashing her pussy down on her husband’s cock.



“Fuck me,” she panted. “Fuck…my…cunt!” Robert pulled her down hard…hard enough to hurt as his thick cock totally filled her and she cried out in pain and stopped. She opened her eyes and saw her son standing by the bed, his long cock in hand. She remembered her plan and told her son to get on the bed behind her. As she felt the bed sagging behind her, Kimberly lowered herself flat on Robert’s strong chest, her nipples tickled by his stiff chest hair.



She reached behind her and grasped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide to display her pink, itchy anus to her horny son.



“Take my ass,” she hissed at him.



Kyle wisely leaned forward and dropped a gob of spittle onto her hole before pressing his cockhead against her back door. Kimberly shivered as she experienced the pressure of her son’s cock against her sphincter. With a quick shove from her son, his prick passing through her anal muscle ring and shoved into the rubbery warmth of her bowels.



“Oh, baby!” she gasped. “Oh shit…it’s so big back there!” Kyle paused to let his mother adapt to his entrance, but it was only a moment before she reach back and pulling him towards her. He slowly pushed forward, feeling resistance as the tight asshole compressing around his prick. The first half of his cock sunk into her shithole easily but after that Kyle had to push harder and use in and out strokes to force the rest into his mother’s rectum.



For Kimberly, it felt like she was being fucked by a draft horse. The two pricks she loved were big enough separately, but having them in her pussy and asshole at the same time made them seem even larger. Only a thin membrane separated her pussy and rectum and that membrane being stretched by the thickness of Robert’s cock and the length of Kyle’s cock. With a grunt, her son managed to force his cum-laden cock all the way into the strong grip of his mother’s bowels until his thighs pressed against her ass. For a moment they were all still as Kimberly absorbed the fullness of one big prick in the pressurized warmth of her bowels and another in the throbbing moistness of her quivering pussy.



The mother of three had never felt the all-encompassing crush of raw hunger for fucking before in her life; it was overwhelming to her mind. Cautiously she started humping between her two wonder men, thrusting her cunt onto Robert’s thick shaft one moment and enthusiastically pushing her ass onto Kyle’s long prick the next.

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