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I awoke the next morning in a panic. What had I done last night? I had molested my little sister, is what I’d done; the fact that she had seduced me into it, made little difference to my guilt. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was just after 6. Good, Lisa hasn’t left for school yet.



It took me a second to get out of bed, my arms being useless in their casts, and I tramped down the stairs to her room. There was light coming from under her door, so I used my knee to knock softly. I heard rustling noises, and the door opened shortly afterwards.



Lisa stood before me, her hair a half rustled mess of auburn tangles, no makeup, and in the same clothing she left my room in, which is to say, next to nothing. I could easily make out her slightly largish nipples through the worn fabric. She caught her breath at the sight of me.



“Listen Lisa, I am so sorry about last night. I didn’t mean for things to happen like that, and I hope that one day you will forgive me.” I said, before she had a chance to speak.



She looked at me for a few moments considering, before finally speaking. “No. I don’t think I will. Last night you gave me the best orgasm of my life, and if you think I am going to forget something like that, you’re wrong. I meant what I said. I expect you to take my virginity. Now if you don’t mind, I am trying to get ready for school.” She spoke so matter-of-factly, and with such determination that I didn’t have a chance to say anything before she turned around and shut the door in my face.



Bemused, but feeling a little better, I plodded upstairs and back to my room. I somehow managed to get myself under the blankets, and was soon back to sleep.



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“Wake up, young man. I need to talk to you.”



My eyes popped open as I heard mom say these words. Somehow she had found out about Lisa and me. Did Lisa tell?



I struggled upright, and waited for her to continue. “I have to go run some errands this afternoon, and I am afraid I can’t take you with me. It will only be for a couple hours, do you think you can manage that long?”



I quickly hid a sigh of relief. What was she doing that she couldn’t take me? Maybe she had a boyfriend or something. Somehow that thought made me jealous, and I quickly had to tamp down the feeling. “Yeah, I should be fine that long.”



“Good. Now, I did the math, and you haven’t bathed since you’ve been home. You haven’t started to stink yet, but why start?” She laughed softly at her own little joke. “Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes, and we’ll get you cleaned up.”



I had to groan. Not only would I have to be naked in front of my mom again, but she was going to have to wash me all over. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep my erection down.



Resigned to my fate (There was no way I was going to stink for the next few months!), I got up and waited for mom in the bathroom. Her auburn hair was tied back, and she wore somewhat tight fitting clothing that showed her figure off to great effect. She was also smiling from ear to ear.



She started the bathtub filling, and then turned to me. “Better go pee first. You don’t want to have to go, halfway through,” she said, the smile never leaving her lips. I waited while she pulled down my shorts, and when I tried to turn around she stopped me. “Don’t men prefer to pee standing up?” She asked.



“Yes, but I can’t hold it myself.” I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth.



“I’ll take care of that. Just face the toilet, and I’ll aim.” Knowing there was no arguing with her, I turned, and did as I was told. She placed her left hand on my hip, and brought her right arm around my body, grasping my penis right below the head, and aimed it for my feet.



“That’s too low, mom. Aim a little higher.”



“Okay, but you better not hit the back of the toilet. I don’t want to have to clean that up.” She lifted a little, and I slowly let my stream flow. Sure enough, it landed just inside the toilet, and Mom readjusted her aim. “No wonder you men always pee all over the place. This is harder than it looks.”



I wished my mom had chosen a different word than ‘harder’, as I could already feel my cock slowly start to grow in her grip. Luckily I was done before I was fully grown. She shook me a couple times, which felt nice, before I remembered who was doing it. Her hand seemed to linger just a moment longer, before she ordered me into the tub.



With her help, I slowly sat down in the almost too hot water. I couldn’t help hide a sigh of relief as the water began to envelop me. I usually shower, and had forgotten what a nice hot bath could feel like.



“Are you going to sit there all day, or are you going to give me your feet, so I can wash them?”



I opened my eyes, remembering my mom, and handed her my right foot. I couldn’t help but notice how her breasts sat on the edge of the tub, as she sat on the floor and leaned in to grab my foot. Her hands were already soapy, and she began to slowly wash my foot. The washing soon turned into a foot massage, which I wasn’t going to complain about. Her fingers and thumbs dug into my feet, and a feeling of relaxation came over me. When she was done with that foot, she did the same with my left foot. She then moved up to my calves, doing the same for them as she had for my feet. My thighs soon followed, and I heard a moan, that I was embarrassed to realize had come from me. Mom’s hands felt like magic as she worked, and I was like putty in her hands.



“Hello. Looks like you really are enjoying this.” I look down, only to realize I had a raging boner, bobbing above the surface of the water.



“I’m so sorry, mom.” I pleaded, and realized I had been doing a lot of apologizing lately. “I didn’t mean to, it was just so relaxing, I didn’t even know it was happening, I swear!”



“Relax, hunny. The same thing used to happen to your dad, before he died. I would give him a good massage after a hard day of work, and afterwards we’d… Well, anyway, it’s alright. Let’s just get the rest of you clean, and then if you need me to, I can take care of that, too.” She winked at me, still wearing that beautiful smile, and I could feel my face turning beet red.



Mom moved behind me, and washed my hair, continuing the pattern of washing, followed by massage. She moved to my ears, and I never knew before how good an ear rub could feel. By the time she was done with my back I was once again lost in the feel of her fingers on my body. She had me lay back a little, and had to lean way in to get around my arms, to reach my chest. Her hands played across my pecks, and seemed to spend a little extra time on my nipples, which felt good, but again, I had never had this happen before. She finished with my abs, and ordered me to stand up, so she could get the final parts.



She had to help me stand, my muscles felt like Jell-O. I was once again forcefully reminded of my erection as it now proudly proclaimed itself in the air.



“Turn around,” Mom ordered, and I did as told, turning my back to her. Her hands began to roam my buttocks, and even slid between the cheeks as she massaged them. Finally her hands moved around to my front, but she didn’t have me turn around. Instead, her arms wrapped around my torso, and I could feel her body pressed against me from behind, as her hands slowly began to wash my most private of areas. She started slowly, softly cupping my balls, somehow rolling them around in her right hand. Her left hand grasped the base of my cock, and began to twist as she slowly moved up my turgid pole. It felt so good there was no way I was going to stop her, even though it WAS my mom. Her left hand finally reached the head of my penis, and she continued her twisting movement on it. I moaned loudly, unwilling and unwanting to hold it in. “That feels gooood!” I crooned. I heard a giggle behind me, and I smiled. Mom removed her left hand, but only for a second, as I felt it slip between my legs for better access. She really began to play with the underside of my crotch, and another loud moan escaped my lips.



I became aware of the feeling of her body sliding up and down my back, and her left hand started to move faster on my cock. I could feel her breasts, squeezed tightly between our bodies, and with the feeling of everything else, it amounted to too much. “I’m cumming, mom. Oh, Gawd, am I cumming!” I started shooting all over the back of the tub, and mom had to support my weight to keep me from collapsing.



As soon as I was recovered enough to support myself, mom let go, and started draining the tub. She turned on the faucet, and pulled the knob to start the sprayer. She used it to rinse off the remaining soap, and the back of the tub.



I turned to look at her, and noticed that I could clearly see her nipples through her wet shirt. They were hard! I had never noticed before, but they stuck out pretty far from the rest of her areola.



“All better, now?” I heard her ask, and looked up to realize I had been busted looking at her tits. The twinkle in her eyes told me I wasn’t in any trouble.



“Uh, yeah. Thanks mom. That was great!” Without thinking, I added. “I wish there were something I could do for you in return.”



“No, hunny. That would be wrong. I only do this to help you out. Besides, you already paid me with that wonderful date, yesterday!” Her smile brightened, and I couldn’t help but catch it at the memory of our ‘date’.



Mom dried me off, and when she was done drying my hair, I surprised her with a quick peck on the lips. She stood frozen for a second, and I feared I had screwed up, as her hand rose to touch where our lips met. Shock was in her eyes for only a moment, before the twinkle returned, and nothing was said as she finished drying me off. I didn’t know why I had kissed her, and I couldn’t pin it on any one thing. All I knew was that I was extremely grateful to have her for a mother.



Mom made brunch, and I was surprised to find how hungry I was. I devoured the food as quickly as she could feed it to me. Afterwards, I went back to my room, and painstakingly checked my email, while mom did chores around the house.



There was another one from Jenny, telling me how sorry she was for what happened, and please not to kick her out of the apartment. She was willing to do whatever it took, to make it up to me. I deleted it without replying.



I spent the next few hours just browsing the internet, mainly going where a mouse click could take me, so I could avoid trying to type, when mom entered to let me know she was getting ready to leave, and if there was anything I needed. I decided I had better go to the bathroom one last time, so I wouldn’t have to hold it while she was gone.



I found that I was no longer embarrassed to do this, and didn’t mind as mom held me and aimed. After she pulled my pants up, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and told me she would be back as soon as possible, but if not, Lisa would be back in a few hours anyway, and she had left our neighbor, John’s, number on the fridge. I bid her adieu, and went back to the computer.



I was only on for a couple minutes, when I heard a knock on the door. As I got to the door, I began to curse. I could see her through the glass on the door, standing there, her curly red hair draped around her shoulder, a miniskirt that was just a couple inches short of decent, and green eyes sparkling as she saw me too.



I had to bend my body at an awkward angle to open the door lever, and I stood glaring at her. I didn’t say a word, as she looked at my naked chest, and arm casts.



She was the one to finally break the silence. “Oh, baby! I am so sorry this happened to you! I tried to see you in the hospital, but they wouldn’t let me, because I wasn’t kin.” I knew she lied by the way she blinked as she spoke. “Can we please talk? I am truly sorry for what I did, and just want you to forgive me.” Without waiting for me to answer, she ducked under my arms, and entered the front room.



Sighing, I closed the door, and turned to face her, still not saying anything. Walking up to me, she placed her hands on my chest, and looked deep into my eyes. I am a bit taller than her, and as I looked down, I could see the massive cleavage of her 38DD tits. The green in her eyes glinted as she whispered, “I will do ANYthing, to make it up to you.”



I arched an eyebrow at this statement, and then nearly jumped as her hands slid from my chest, to my shorts. I just stood there, as she bent over to pull them down, releasing my cock. Despite my anger at seeing her, the forwardness of her actions was having an effect on me, and I knew I was getting hard. That was one of the best things about Jenny; she was always horny, and always willing to please.



I looked down as I felt her lips engulf the head of my cock, and begin to bring it the rest of the way back to life.



She was truly talented when it came to sucking cock, and soon had me at full mast. She stood up, and bent over in front of me, pulling up her skirt. I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties. This minx knew all my turn-ons! She backed up to me slowly, until my cock sat between her small butt cheeks. She wiggled her ass, groaning, and I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to reach down and put it in, but that was something I simply wasn’t capable of doing. After a few moments of this, she finally looked back to see what was taking so long, and I almost had to laugh at the look of embarrassment that crossed her face.



She reached between her legs, grasped my cock at the base, and aimed for her glory. She slid back slowly, and I felt every delicious inch of this redhead’s pussy as it sucked and milked my cock deeper into its folds. I moaned, unable to hold back, and started moving my hips. This slut was so wet already, that I sank all 7 inches into her without a problem. Ahh, yes! Good ‘ole Jenny. The thought occurred to me that if she were taking care of me, I wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassments of my sister and mom helping me do everything.



Then the image of Jenny on top of old Jones flashed through my mind, followed quickly by the look my sister had after her orgasm last night, and the pleasure my mom had during our date, and I quickly dismissed going back home with Jenny. In fact, the whole thing made me angry, and I stopped moving.



“What’s wrong, baby? I was just about to cum.” Jenny asked in a whiny voice, that I usually found cute, but this time it annoyed me. I looked down at where I was buried in her pussy, and nearly pulled out and told her to get the hell out, but something else occurred to me instead. Right above my cock was her tiny brown asshole. The one thing she never let me do was go back there.



“I want to fuck you in the ass.” It was the first words I’d spoken to her since she had arrived, and I smiled as she looked at me with defiance.



“What? No! You know I won’t do that! Never.”



I started to slowly pull out. “Oh. Okay then. I just could have sworn I heard you say that you would do ANYthing to make it up to me, but if you’re sure.” I was now about a quarter of the way out.



“Anything but that, baby. You know I think it is disgusting. Please, I will do anything but that!” I could see the pleading in her eyes, and a small part of me (a VERY small part) almost pitied her.



As I talked, I continued to extricate myself. “No. I asked only one thing of you, and you won’t do it. I see what ‘anything’ means to you.” My tone was condescending, and I smiled as I saw the look of disbelief on her face. I have never treated her (much less any woman) like this, but she deserved it. This and so much more. I was now about halfway out of her.



“Baby, I love you! I know I screwed up, but please don’t ask that of me. Anything but THAT.”



“I either fuck you in the ass, or you get out, and I never see you again.” My tone was firm. I wasn’t budging… Well, except for my cock, which only had the head still in her warm wet pussy.



“Fine!” She squealed, and I could see that all resistance had left her. I slammed my cock home, and was greeted by her cumming on my cock. She loved to be rammed like that, and I knew all of HER turn-ons.



“I’ll even be nice about it. I’ll lie on the floor, and you can put it in at your own pace,” I told her, the condescending tone returning.



She just meekly nodded, and waited for me to lie down. I felt almost foolish, lying on my back, my arms stiffly raised in the air, but quickly forgot about that as Jenny removed her shirt and bra, freeing her voluptuous breasts. Her nipples were large and hard as she squatted over me.



“Okay, baby. I will do this for you. Only for you, baby, because I love you so much.” She refused to look at me as she spoke, but I felt her hand grasp me penis, and aim for her ass. She slowly started to lower herself, and I was surprised to find that I went in so easily. It only took me a moment to realize what was happening.



“I said your ass, Jenny.” I was not letting her out of this one.



“I know. I promise I will, but I want to make sure you are lubed up enough, so that it doesn’t hurt too much.” She began to rock her hips, and I could feel myself buried deep inside her. She grabbed her left breast and began pinching her nipple with one hand, while reaching down to her clit with the other hand. Once again I saw through her ruse. She was doing everything she could to get me off, in the hopes that I would change my mind, and who could blame her if I came while she was trying to get me ‘lubed up’ enough?



Knowing her game I could defeat it. Anytime I thought I might start getting close, I just pictured her riding Jones like this, and the feeling went away immediately.



It didn’t take her long before she started cumming herself, shaking and shuddering on top of me. When she finished, she looked down at me, a small apologetic smile on her face.



“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you cum too. I promise you can do me back there next time.” I couldn’t believe it. The woman actually thought I had cum!. Granted, I have never lasted through one of her orgasms like this before, but still…



“I’m sorry,” I told her. “I didn’t cum yet. By the feel of things, I am definitely ‘lubed up’ enough. Now either stick it in your ass, or get out. I’m not playing around.” I emphasized this with a thrust of my hips, like I was trying to throw her off me.



Fear entered her eyes, and I could tell that she understood I meant business.



“Okay, baby. I will.” I had never heard anyone so broken before. I reveled in it. She lifted up, and my cock slapped my belly with a wet splosh, as soon as it was free from her pussy. Oh, yes. I was definitely lubed up. She aimed me again, and this time as she lowered herself, there was no doubt which hole I was hitting. The resistance told me the truth.



Suddenly there was a pop, and her eyes were scrunched closed as she mouthed the word “owe”, over and over again. She had stopped as soon as the head had passed her sphincter, but I gave a slight lift to my hips to tell her to continue. She opened her eyes, and finally looked at me. I could see anger and maybe even hatred in their green depths, but I no longer cared. She was way too manipulative for me to ever stay with her. I wondered why I had never seen it before.



She started to lower herself, and I could see that there was still pain. I remained motionless as she moved, relishing the feel of her extremely tight asshole as it slid down my cum soaked cock. Finally, her ass rested on my crotch, and she stopped, trying to adjust to the feeling of me deep within her bowels.



I counted to ten, before ordering her to move. The look of anger in her eyes flashed again, but she did as she was told.



“Do you forgive me, baby? Now that you are finally fucking my ass?” Her meek tone jarred with the look in her eyes. Instead of answering, I just close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her.



I lay there for a few moments, eyes closed, as she rocked back and forth on me, until I started to notice a change. I opened my eyes, and saw that she had started to gyrate her hips, and was even biting her lower lip, eyes closed. An expression that told me she was starting to enjoy this. I started to rotate my hips in counterpoint to her, and her eyes flew open and locked on mine.

Her boyfriend’s words echoed in her mind like a bottomless well. “You’re boring as fuck Candice. You never want to do anything kinky or spontaneous.” I’ll show him. I’m keeping my man. She sat on the edge of her bed and slid her black thigh-highs up her long silky legs. She attached them to the straps of her black lace garter belt. Her skimpy thong and double “D” bra matched perfectly. She put on her tan designer trench coat and shiny black heels. Checking her reflection to see that her long blonde curls and generously applied make up were perfect, she decided she was ready to walk out the door.



“Come on its cold out here. Just buzz me in.” She whined into the intercom.



“What’s the magic word?” Bill loved to give Candice a hard time before letting her into his apartment building.



“Please.”



“Nope.”



“Bill, knock it off!”



“Fine, wimp!”



When she entered his spacious apartment over-looking a small lake she was mortified to see his three friends taking up his couch drinking beer and playing X-Box. They all greeted her between their competitive shit-talking.



“Hi you guys. Sweetie, I didn’t know you had company.”



“So?”



She stood, nervously wringing the strap to her jacket in her moist hands. “Take off your coat.” Bill said.



“N-no. It’s fine. I’m chilly.”



“Bullshit the heater’s on full-blast. Take it off, you look retarded.”



“No really, I can’t.”



Annoyed, Bill walked up behind her, reached around her waist, and stripped her jacket off. She gasped and tried to cover herself with her arms.



“What the fuck is this all about!” he exclaimed. His friends paused their game and gawked at Candice. Bill laughed hysterically. “Is this supposed to be your big surprise? How cliché.”



She froze and stared at the floor.



“Holy shit you’re fucking hot!” Frank shouted followed by Jim and Eric’s renditions of his comment. Candice’s heart lifted ever so slightly at the thought of being admired.



“Just give me my jacket back Bill. I’m leaving.”



“Not so fast. You came here in this get-up for a reason didn’t you?” She nodded. “You’re trying to put the spice back in our relationship right?” he scoffed. Her face turned red.



“I’m trying.” She muttered under her breath.



“If you really wanna’ show me how wild you can be you’ll take off your bra and show my friends your tits.” Candice looked up at him with contempt.



“Are you serious?”



“Either do it or leave.”



Candice hesitantly took off her bra revealing her voluminous breasts. The three men on the couch began to holler flattering obscenities. Unexpectedly she noticed herself being turned-on by this attention. Bill snatched her bra from her hand and tossed it on the floor.



“Now turn around and pick it up.” He ordered.



She did so, arousing the men even more. When she handed the garment back to Bill he repeated the action making her bend over again. “This time stay that way.” She remained in a fully bent position while everyone stared. “Pull your panties aside and show us your cunt.” She did as she was told. “Play with it.” She followed instructions and found herself to be soaking wet. This was the most excited she’d ever been.



“Bill, be a good pal and make her sit on my lap.” said Frank.



“You heard him. Get over there.”



She pranced across the room and sat down on Frank’s lap. “Feel free to help yourselves.” Jim graciously offered. She got a pit in her stomach and a lump in her throat. She felt conflicted. On one hand the fact that her boyfriend was willing to share her with these perverts was deeply hurtful and offensive; on the other hand… this was hot. Frank wasted no time taking Bill up on his invitation. He began fondling between her legs. On either side of Frank sat Jim and Eric. Each took a nipple into his mouth and began sucking so hard she imagined a breast pump would have nothing on them. Jim sat in the recliner and started stroking his cock while he watched his buddies toy with his girlfriend. “Somebody eat her out.”



“Dibs!” called Eric. He got on his knees in front of her. Frank forced her legs open and Eric buried his face in her pussy. She moaned with delight. Frank licked her neck and sucked her earlobe. Jim pulled out his dick and put her hand on it. She squeezed and stroked it fast. He let out a grunt.



“Baby, get on your knees and let Eric fuck you while you suck Frank’s dick.” Without a word she got into position and did as she was told. Eric slipped his cock into Candice’s shaved wet pussy. She hummed with enjoyment while she deep-throated Frank. Jim placed her hand around his member and motioned for her to jerk him off. She did.



“Fuck this, there’s room for me in her mouth too.” Jim said.



“Hell no, I don’t want your dick touching mine.” protested Frank.



“Stop being a bitch and share.” Bill demanded.



“Alright, alright!” Both men rose and pushed their cocks into her mouth. She gagged and drooled at first but she quickly adjusted and liked having her mouth bombarded by two men. Eric continued fucking her until he pulled out and came all over her ass. The warm wetness titillated Candice.



“Wipe that shit off. It’s my turn.” Frank got behind her and waited for Eric to clean up his mess. He wiped the cum off with his hand, and then wiped his hand on her hair. He plopped back down on the couch and resumed his video game.



Being the biggest of all the men, Frank’s penis did the most damage when he shoved it in. She squealed and pulled away from him. “Get back here slut.” He pulled her back onto his dick and pounded her cunt relentlessly. She could feel her flesh stretching around his thick cock. It started to burn and ache. Although the pain was erotic she couldn’t wait for him to finish. She focused on giving Jim head without dragging her teeth. Eventually Frank finally stroked himself off on her clit. Her pussy was bright red and tender.



Shoving Frank aside Jim entered Candice. It was too much for her to take. “Please fuck my ass.” She begged.



“No problem.” He spat on her asshole and squeezed his way in slowly. She groaned and shoved her face into the couch cushion.



“That-a-girl honey!” encouraged Bill.



Deeper and deeper he went, in and out, in and out. She whimpered and moaned. About two minutes later he filled her ass with cum. Bill walked up, steered her head with a hand full of her hair to face him and aimed his juices all over her eyes, nose, and cheeks. He let go, left her on her knees, and went back to his recliner. The men put their dicks back in their pants and continued drinking as though it never happened. Candice wiped the semen from her face and sat on the floor.



“Take a shower. You’re filthy.” Bill recommended.



“Okay.” In the shower she tried to reassure herself. I did what I had to do to make him happy. It would have been foolish to say no. I know he loves me; he just has trouble showing it. She shut off the water and dried off with a fluffy white towel. There was a rap on the bathroom door.



“Candice?”



“Yeah babe?”



“Can I come in?”



She opened the door and Bill entered.



“Look, I don’t know how to break this to you but I’m gonna’ need to ask you to leave. We’re kinda’ having a boy’s night and it’s a ‘no girls allowed’ sort of thing. Besides my friends are feeling awkward around you now that you fucked all of them. It’s pretty trashy.”



“But… I… I did it for you.”



“You think cheating on me is gonna’ make me love you more? What kind of girl fucks her boyfriend’s best friends and expects a reward?” He handed her her trench-coat and heels, reached down and picked up her panties, thigh-highs, and garter. “Don’t forget these.” Candice cried, put on her coat and heels, and stormed out.



“You’re one hell of a host Bill.”



“Thanks Frankie. I aim to serve.”

Julie Collins sat quietly in her bosses outer office, fingering herself to the sounds of him hammering young Lisa Vasquez in the next room…and continued to reminisce about when they had first met 6 years ago………..



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The professor leaned back in his big leather chair and enjoyed the attentions of young Katie Thomas, just a week past her 18th birthday, as she worked her lips all over his hard dick from her position between his legs on the floor. He had never bothered to remove her cuffs and he loved the way her small freckled tits jutted out proudly thanks to her arms behind her back. He felt Mindy’s hand on his cheek and turned to kiss the luscious brunette fully and deeply. She was the most passionate kisser the professor had ever encountered, and his cock jumped a little in Katie’s mouth despite the workout he had already put it through.



He broke the kiss off and let his gaze roam over his big oak desk, taking in the sight of Amanda Clark, team captain, struggling vainly against her restraints as Julie and Leslie indulged every lesbo fantasy they had ever had on her gorgeous helpless body.



He stood abruptly, dropping Mindy onto the big leather chair. The professor knew he only had a little more time with these girls before they were missed and he had unfinished business to take care of. He yanked Katie roughly to her feet and tossed her face forward onto his desk beside Amanda.



He took a moment to once again appreciate Katie’s teeny tiny freckled bubble butt, so sweet and innocent with just the slightest wisp of red hair peeking out and cheeks so tight her little pink asshole wasn’t even visible. Not until the professor reached down and parted those cheeks just a little bit, that is.



It was a shame he couldn’t hammer this little ass like it deserved, but Katie was way too small, there would be no hiding the effects of his monster cock from her parents or Doctor. Still, the professor eased his cock head into Katie’s virgin backdoor, exerting just the tiniest pressure and forcing her to open up to him just a bit, giving the little cutie a taste and a promise of things to come.



He backed away suddenly and dumped Katie unceremoniously onto the floor. It was time to finish this. He walked over to the front of his desk, where his Julie and her new assistant Leslie were systematically working over Amanda’s amazing body, tag teaming her amazing body, moving from erogenous zone to erogenous zone, moving with a symmetry the professor had to admire, the two naked young ladies constantly kissing, stroking, licking, biting….Amanda’s graceful neck, her beautiful breasts, and her sweet shaved pussy. Amanda’s body had started to react in spite of herself, her nipples puffy, her breathing a little rough. The professor unhooked the ball gag from her mouth, and Amanda immediately started threatening bloody murder if she wasn’t let go.



“Let me go now or I’ll tell everyone what you are doing! You’ll go to jail!” She threatened.



In response, Julie grabbed her volleyball captain by the hair and yanked her head back, staring her right in the face.



“What are you talking about, Amanda? You’re going to confess stealing the test? After all, it was your idea” She spoke calmly, and a chill went thru Amanda.



“What???!?! ” she screeched “It wasn’t my idea!”



Before Julie could respond, Mindy spoke up



“Oh yes it was Amanda, and all of us will swear to it. And then trying to frame the professor with that silly story about sex to get out of punishment? You told us all that plan too. Very shameful. And that’s what I’d tell anyone who asks.” she said coldly.



“Really, Amanda, you should be ashamed of yourself, what a ridiculous story” Julie added, laughing, before resuming her assault on Amanda’s tight box.



Leslie said nothing, but quietly, out of Amanda’s view, strapped on the dildo Julie had given her and applied some lubricant, stroking it just like a man would, the professor mused.



The professor thought the look on Amanda’s face was priceless as she realized her team had turned on her. She was a good captain and a great player, but she was a bit of a bitch, had used her position to lord it over the other girls, and was now paying the price. Shock, anger, resignation, defeat, all played out in just a few seconds on her pretty face. The professor knew Amanda Clark would be giving him no further trouble.



Her resistance to Julie’s attentions became barely token and she stiffened only momentarily when the professor’s rough hand grabbed her breast. When he thumbed her nipple, though, the sudden thrill shocked Amanda, causing her to release a surprised moan which caused the other girls to giggle.



She meekly complied when the professor reached over with his other hand, grabbed her blonde hair and guided her onto his cock, taking him willingly if not enthusiastically into her mouth. Within a minute or so, Julie’s relentless tongue work and the professor’s attentions had her moaning softly onto the professor’s big dick. She started to take her teacher’s cock deeper, becoming more of a participant, getting into a rhythm. Unfortunately for Amanda, there were a few more surprises in store for the blonde bombshell.



Julie’s tongue was replaced by something cold and hard. Before Amanda could process the new feeling, Leslie had rammed the strap on dildo its full 6 inches deep into Amanda’s wet pussy. She tried to fight, this new degradation spurring her defiant nature, but the professor and Julie held her in place, the professor pushing her back, forcing his rod deeper into her throat, fucking her face while Leslie worked the rubber cock steadily into her tight cunt all while Julie worked her nipples expertly and relentlessly.



Soon Amanda was fighting something different, the orgasm that she felt building in spite of herself. Once she acknowledged it to herself, it crested quickly, hitting the gorgeous student like a wave, so obvious that the professor pulled out just to hear the young girl let out a long loud moan of pleasure.



Amanda lay back, exhausted, defeated, and humiliated. The professor moved behind Leslie, her strap on still buried in Amanda’s box, again suffering a pang of disappointment that he couldn’t take Leslie’s tiny little Asian ass right then and there, as delicious as it looked. She was just too tiny to attempt it without a lot of preliminary preparation. He gave it a playful slap, then moved Leslie out of the way, laying his big cock at the entrance to Amanda’s pussy. Another hole he couldn’t fuck, he thought. But he still had options.



He motioned for Julie to turn Amanda over, her feet barely touching the floor, her perfect ass spread before him, her silky blond hair laying in tangles down her perfect back, her arms still cuffed behind her. He made a small gesture to Leslie, and she responded instantly, dutifully working her captain’s ass with her tongue, causing Amanda to moan softly and start to whimper.



Julie, always impatient, pushed Leslie aside and rammed her 6 inch strap on up Amanda’s ass with no warning or preamble, all the way in, pumping it furiously.



“Ohhh! Fuck fuck fuck!” Amanda cried out helplessly.



The sight of Julie ass fucking this beautiful body was an incredible turn on for the professor. Suddenly, Mindy was next to him, her hand on his cock, kissing his neck and whispering



“God this is so hot..you have to fuck her…I want to see you fuck her”



The professor kissed Mindy deeply…and told her again how amazing she was. He had to work out his feelings for this young lady when he had a moment, she flustered him in a way no one else had ever done. He shook his head to clear it and stepped up behind his Julie as she pummeled Amanda’s ass.



Amanda had thrown in the towel, there was no f



fight left in her. She just sobbed softly as Julie violated her most private place with gusto, little ass cheeks tightening with every thrust, taunting Amanda as she took her revenge.



The professor, thinking his assistant was getting a little too big for her britches, grinned evilly, grabbed Julie’s hips, and eased his big dick up her ass without warning, forcing her deeper into Amanda.



Julie let out a loud “OHHH!” of shock at the unexpected anal invasion, but she loved her master and his dick and had learned to love ass fucking under his careful tutelage as well.



After weeks of practice, her ass fit the professors’ cock like a glove, tight but accepting, allowing him to stroke easily and steadily into her, each thrust felt deeply by both Julie and Amanda, letting him fuck both these beauties at the same time. The professor felt his orgasm building, and knew exactly where he wanted to blow it.



He pulled out of Julie, practically tossed her aside, took her place, resting his cock between those perfect buns for just a moment, savoring, before driving his cock up Amanda’s perfect ass in one long smooth stroke. His hard on was at least three inches longer than the rubber dick Julie used, and Amanda’s yelp told him she could tell the difference. The feeling of her virgin ass on his cock was too much for the professor, after only a few strokes, he felt himself coming, and pulled out so he could blow his load all over Amanda’s ass and back. Mindy took him in hand and stroked gently as he spurted again and again…then feeding his dick to Julie so she could clean it off….



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The sound of the front office door opening shocked Julie Collins back to the present. She looked up suddenly, but it was only Marni Thompson, known as “mouse ” because of her shyness, big glasses and habit of dressing like a librarian .. or maybe a bag lady. Julie had discovered though, that the baggy sweaters hid a luscious little body and some strong lesbian tendencies…both of which Ms Collins exploited mercilessly and thoroughly. Mouse was now her chief spy among the student populace, giving the sexy secretary the dirt she needed to help her professor blackmail young women. She had new information for Julie, having gotten a hold of Lisa’s digital camera. Julie Collins laughed out loud as she went through the pictures…girls were so dumb these days! She knew now that Lisa couldn’t be enjoying the pounding she was getting in the next room, but she could fix that. She sent mouse on her way, slipped her soaking panties off and opened the professors inner office door…….

Please read the Whip It out and Amber series for complete background and timeline.







Reflecting back on my experiences with mom, I can remember every single encounter vividly. However with Amber, most encounters are a blur except special occasions. I suppose this is natural.



It was several weeks later before mom and I had a moment together. I remember it well. It was the Monday after Amber and our Valentines’ day weekend.



Mom said she was going to ride to town and shop. She wanted to use my truck while I went to classes, as the roads were slick from recent snow.



Luckily I had put the VCR and movies behind the seat, but now I would have to pay late fees as I would not be able to return them with mom.



Getting in the truck after school mom had groceries piled every where!



“Hey mom, I think there’s room for one more can of pork and beans right here by my foot.”



“There’d be room for several more cans if you didn’t have that VCR in the back. So what did you do this weekend?” mom says.



I can see a smirk on her face as she stares straight ahead over her two handed grip on the wheel.



“Uh, just went to the concert and out to eat.”



“So you didn’t watch these then?” Mom says as she waves a couple of porno tapes in the air.



“Well, maybe.” I responded smiling a little.



Mom just shakes her head as she reads the front cover of one of them.



“Hand Job Harriet” mom reads.



“I guess the title says it all. Was it good?”



“We didn’t get to that one.”



Mom reads the other two titles without comment and lays them aside.



“I’ve never seen a porno, can you believe that? We just never had access. There used to be a theater in Piggott Arkansas that was rumored to show dirties real late at night. Your Aunt Susan and I would try to picture what was in them.”



“I was going to return them today, did you want to watch them first?”



“No, your dad’s home.”



We both sat there for a few seconds and then looking at each other we both blurted out , “Aunt Susan’s!” at the same time.



“She won’t be back from her ski trip for a couple of days.” Mom says.



“Do you really want to go?”



“Yeah, I’ve got the key and we’ve got the time.” Mom says.



I loved watching TV at Aunt Susan’s. They had a big screen TV and a VCR. Highly unusual around here.



Getting there mom carries the tapes in and pops in “Hand-Job Harriet” and gets it going. She sits on the couch and I beside her.



An older lady probably in early 50′s walked out topless with hose and high heels on and introduced herself as Harriet. Mom picked up the tape box and looked at it commenting, “Looks like false advertising.” Leaning over I look at the cover and it has a hot blonde on it.



“Yeah maybe she’s in it later.”



Harriet proceeds to explain she is a hand-job expert and she is going to make the room of men cum from a different style of hand-job. The camera pans to the room and there are several men there naked with hard ons.



We watched her jack off a couple of guys with the standard technique and the tug technique. Both shooting on her tits.



Mom’s sitting there with her arms and legs crossed like she’s watching “MASH” or something.



Harriet then turns to the camera and says she is going to step up the creativity now and explains the next hand-job will be one she calls her velvet pussy and spits in her hand and holds her fingers together. She slides them down directly over the cock where the head would hit her palm and thumb on the opposite side and jacked it off. I could see where it would feel like a pussy.



I’m squirming in my seat now watching the close up of this guy’s cock get jacked by Harriet with all of her lubrication imagining the feeling. Mom hasn’t moved as I keep stealing glances her way.



The guy on the video starts humping the velvet pussy and Harriet starts talking, encouraging him to cum in her pussy and to shoot his cum all up in her. At which time he exclaims he’s cumming and starts shooting streams into Harriet’s hand. The camera zooms in showing his cum leaking out the sides of her hand. Harriet isn’t shy with it and works it in.



The next guy walks up and Harriet turns to the camera holding her cum covered hands up and explains the next one will be what she calls the endless fuck tunnel as she starts with both hands going down the cock one behind the other over and over. No upstrokes just down. The guy held out for quite a while and then she said reverse and started the same endless motion only going up.



Shortly after, the guy started cumming shooting the first strand on Harriets’ face and following with 4 shots on her upper chest and tits.



Harriet is covered with cum and still has three guys to go.



The next guy walks up and she comments she is going to use the corkscrew method on him. She proceeds to grab his cock and using both hands twists in opposite directions as she works her way up and down the cock. He doesn’t hold out long due to the incredible cum lubrication and starts shooting on Harriet’s face and chest. Harriet doesn’t let up twisting and pulling every drop out of him.



Mom finally moves, uncrossing her legs and looks at me saying;”I’d say Harriet needs a shower wouldn’t you?”



“Well, I know Harriet’s not half as hot as you are.” I said as I moved closer hoping to start some action.



Without looking at me mom comments, “I thought we were watching.”



“You mean this isn’t getting you hot?”



“Maybe, but I want to watch some more. Go ahead and whip it out if you want.”



Stripping down we continued to watch Harriet and the next guy, who had a huge cock. He was swinging it back and forth acting real arrogant trying to hit her in the face.



Harriet grabs it and comments “this is a big one.”



The man answers “too big for just a hand job.”



“Oh really tough guy. I think I’m going to make you cum with just the tips of two fingers.”



“Yeah right” he answers with a smirk.



It’s pretty obvious everything’s faked. Typical porno.



“Lay down” Harriet orders. The guy lays down on his back.



Harriet yells “OH Felicity! come here please.”



The girl on the cover of the box comes out. She’s smoking hot, big tits, long blonde hair, shaved pussy, super high heels.



Harriet directs her to squat over his face and orders him not to touch her. Felicity is squatting over him and teasing him, opening her pussy with her fingers.



Harriet spits on his cock and places her left hand palm down on his stomach just under his cock head. She then takes her pointer and middle finger of her right hand and starts poking gently just below his head.



Pinning his cock to back of her left hand, I’m reminded of when I’ve had blood drawn at the doctor’s office. I realize that’s pretty much what Harriet’s trying to do, Find his vein.



Harriet finally sighs in success and starts very small circular motions with her finger tips. The camera goes back to Felicity who is masturbating over the guys’ face and pulling on her nipple with the other hand.



I can’t take it anymore and start jacking off sitting next to mom, making sure not to cum.



Harriet must have found his sweet spot because she starts talking to him teasingly. “Oh your not such a big boy now are you. Your about to cum aren’t you? Little o’ me with two little fingers making your big cock cum” she comments and the camera goes back to her work.



Her finger tips moving over the same location in a circular fashion a few times then going back and forth like a mini jack off.



The guy starts involuntarily hip thrusting and starts shooting up his chest just as Felicity starts her fake orgasm.



Standing up Harriet walks behind Felicity and looks into the camera. “Felicity, clean this mess up!” and rubs her hand over Felicity’s mouth who starts licking and slurping on her hand.



“Clean that up too” pointing to the man’s stomach and cock and Felicity dives down licking the mess up.



I finally reach over and grab mom’s breast. She still doesn’t respond just watching the movie.



Frustrated I order “Take your sweater off at least, your killing me.”



Mom looks over and smiles. In a good Harriet voice mom mocks, “Do you want Harriet to touch your big cock?” She raises up and pulls off her sweater and bra.



Harriet raises up from watching Felicity cum eat and the camera zooms in on her showing the cum on her face, hands and tits. “Well we still have one left” and the camera moves to a guy standing there with his hard on.



He’s a young guy barely 18 probably. Harriet moves over to him. “I’ve saved my best for last. Do you think your man enough to handle it?” she comments as she rubs on his back, neck and head as she walks around him.



Harriet claps her hands twice like a magician and two guys run out carrying square blocks about a foot high. Harriet gets the kid into position with his knees on the blocks and pushes him forward. His ass is in the air with cock and balls dangling. I stop stroking wondering what’s going to happen. I’ve never seen another guy’s asshole before and frankly it’s not that sexy.



“Felicity get over here” Harriet orders and she comes running. “Now, Felicity is going to assist me in milking this young mans’ cock by massaging his prostate. Do you know where your prostate is?” Harriet asks the kid as she rubs the kid’s back.



“No maam”



“Harriet claps her hands again and the same two guys come running out. “Could you help me please” and the guys pretend to hold his arms down.



“Felicity begin.” Harriet says.



Felicity starts gently licking the guys asshole and entire length of his crack taking care to leave a ton of saliva on his ass. She spent several minutes using her tongue on his ass licking and poking on it. I have to say, it looked like it might feel good.



Not getting any cooperation from mom as she was still just sitting there topless watching the movie, I moved and laid down with my head in her lap and watched Felicity eat that guys ass as I jacked off.



Felicity started using her finger probing his ass and he started fighting like he wanted up but the guys were holding him down. Harriet then walked back into the picture and squatted down over his neck. You could tell her pussy was on it. She starts rubbing his back and reaches down pulling his ass cheeks apart as felicity is getting serious with her fingers.



My hand is moving freely now on my cock and I can feel mom’s tit near my ear. Turning my head I just suck it into my mouth. Sucking on her tit a little I realize mom still really hasn’t responded to this and I feel a little creepy like a baby or something.



Opening my eyes I look up at mom and she’s glued to the TV. Turning my head, Felicity has three fingers completely stuffed up that guys’ ass, fucking it good and Harriet’s laid over his back keeping his ass cheeks spread out.



Felicity suddenly talks for the first time. “I got it!” like she found a million dollars or something.



The camera zooms in and she’s got three fingers buried in his ass twisting and turning reaming him out.



Harriet says “Good, lets begin.”



Mom is squirming a little now and I start sucking on her tit again as Harriet had lost my interest.



Mom actually started stroking my head as I was sucking on her tit. I’m jacking hard, really wanting to cum when mom slaps my hand away.



“Don’t cum yet we have all afternoon.”



Harriet is standing behind Felicity as Felicity is fucking that guys’ ass with 3 fingers to the hilt. Harriet moves a hand under one of Felicity’s arms and is massaging a big tit as she talks to the camera.



“Felicity is now squeezing his prostate between her fingers milking it similar to this.” Harriet explains as the camera moves in and Harriet has a big nipple between her fingers pulling on it cigarette style.



I have to be honest, it sounded like the “Wild Kingdom” on Sunday nights. I can just hear Marlin Perkins narrate as Jim Fowler stalks a lion.



Looking up at mom I notice she’s flushed and really getting into the movie. I raise up and she looks at me connecting for the first time since we started the movie. She moves into me and searches for my mouth finding my tongue ready.



I love sucking on mom’s tongue. She willingly gives me control of it as I suck it into my mouth trying to swallow it. I can tell her tongue is significantly larger than Amber’s. I can actually feel mom’s tongue at the very back of mine.



Pushing me off, mom breathes heavy and turns to the TV as we hug.



Harriet is still pulling on one of Felicitys’ nipples and has started fingering Felicity’s pussy from the rear.



“Felicity you’re a little slut aren’t you. Your pussy is drenched. You love fucking that guys’ ass don’t you?”



“Yes miss Harriet.”



Mom stands up suddenly eyes glued to the screen. I think she is really freaked and excited about this lesbian stuff.



She starts shedding her jeans and I move behind her still sitting on the couch so I can get into her ass as it becomes accessible.



“Oh Miss Marilyn you have such a nice ass” I mock Harriet.



A hand comes flying into the side of my head and mom hasn’t event turned around.



“I’m mom buster” she comments.



Pulling mom directly down on my lap we laugh.



Mom still has her eyes on the TV. Felicity is now spitting on her hand relubing it.



“Do you think she’s going to get that whole thing in?” mom asks me as she continues watching.



“I don’t’ know but she’s giving it the old college try.”



Mom jumps up suddenly as we both realize at the same time, my cock is swimming in her pussy juice.



“Sit at that end” Mom says.



“Oh come on mom”



“Now or I’m putting my pants on.”



“OK OK, relax.” I move down out of harms’ way and sit down taking in the movie again and mom sits down as well.



The camera goes to a wide view showing Harriet with a large part of her hand up Felicity’s cunt and felicity’s up the boys’ ass.



Harriet’s on her knees now and asks the boy “are you ready to cum?”



“Yes Please!!” He half grunts and screams.



“Well you’ve been a good boy, very cooperative.”



She is really working Felicitys’ pussy over. Her hand is shoving roughly into the cunt but not all the way. It’s erotic as hell. Harriet lays down for position, as one hand is fucking Felicity. She then swipes up her chest getting cum on her other hand and says “OK here we go” and reaches under the boy and grabs his cock.



Mom raises her feet to the cushion and spreads them diving her hand to her pussy. I’m torn between what to watch as she leans her head back and her eyes glaze. A sight I’ve seen before and know what’s going to happen.



“You can’t cum either” I say to her.



She answers without looking “OK”



There’s a close up of Harriet’s hand as the boy is fucking it. The cum is turning frothy and he’s humping like crazy. It looks pretty fucking awesome.



“He’s cumming!” Harriet announces as the camera shows him shooting endlessly onto the tile floor. She milks him for all he’s worth.



The camera goes to Felicitys’ stuffed pussy as she is bouncing on Harriets’ hand. Harriet pulls it out commenting “You’ve already cum you little slut”



The camera moves to Felicitys’ hand as Harriet moves around to examine the damage to the kids ass.



A close up shows her hand has sunk four fingers in his ass. Harriet is oohing and aahing over it as Felicity pulls out.



For some reason mom is loving this as she starts fingering her pussy looking at that guy’s open ass.



“Felicity clean that up” Harriet says pointing to the floor. Felicity starts licking the floor as the camera shows her open cunt.



Harriet lays down and orders Felicity to eat her and clean her up.



Felicity starts eating her pussy and licking all the cum off her.



I guess this was the grand finale as Harriet cums, the curtains fall on the movie.



Looking at mom she’s going to town on her pussy and she looks at me and smiles pulling her hand out saying “whew! I better slow down. Put the other movie in.”



“Mom I got to cum.”



“No you don’t, you can wait. Put the other movie in, I want to watch it. I’ll never get another chance.”



I slammed the other one in and sat back down.



This one was in the middle of it and it was a straight gang bang scene. One lady getting fucked and cummed on over and over.



Mom’s fingering her pussy watching the movie and I ask her to turn towards me so I can see.



She does and then scoots up and is sitting on the arm of the couch which gives me a great shot of her pussy which she is destroying.



Looking at mom I realize how hot she is. Legs spread, tits sagging yet full of life and the look on her face is pure carnal and just for me.



“Mom, you are so fucking beautiful” I tell her.



She just smiles at me as she seeks her own satisfaction. I’m jacking my cock seriously now and can’t wait any longer.



“Mom I need to cum, really”



“OK, come here”



I walk on my knees between her legs and she grabs my cock as I lean in and start kissing her and playing with a nipple.



Mom pulls away from me and looks me in the eyes. “Shoot it on my pussy.”



“OK”



Mom leans back as far as she can bracing on the back of the couch and pulls her legs up. She spreads her pussy with one hand giving me a good target and I go for it.



I start jacking my cock pointing it at her pussy about 3 inches away. My first shot was dead on painting her pink pussy entrance with my cum. I lost control on the second and it went up her stomach. I got control of the 3rd and 4th back on her pussy. She was soaked.



Mom’s pulling on a nipple I noticed like Harriet did to Felicity, cigarette style. I laid down on the couch to rest under mom’s pussy. Mom starts fingering her pussy and my cum hard. She reaches down and grabs my arm. “DO it for me” she says taking my hand and pushing it to her pussy. “DO it for me please” she begs as my hand makes contact with her cum covered soaking wet pussy.



I’ve already cum so I’m kind of not into it as my fingers easily sink in 4 deep. I raised up and turned around to work on her better and reinserted 4 fingers as mom is loving it.



Twisting and turning my hand aggressively like I saw Harriet do to Felicity.



“Get in the floor” mom says as she starts moving off the arm and slides to the sitting position with her ass on the edge of the couch.



Punching her pussy with my fingers again her pussy is loose and juicy mixing with my cum. I’m not holding too much back as I work her over. Mom moves her hand to mine to help control what she wants.



“Do it, I want it. Do it, put it in Jamie, put your hand in” mom moans as she is pulling urgently on my hand.



“Are you sure?”



“Yes, do it. Just push.”



I start pushing and twist to my thumb. Mom looks down and sees the problem. Pushing with her fingers on my thumb knuckle and pulling with her other hand on my forearm, all of a sudden I fell forward slightly as it broke through.



Mom lets my hand go and grabs her knees pulling up and wide. “OH don’t take it out, that feels so good!



I decided to experiment and pushed in as far as I could. Edging slowly in and back lubing up the upper channel as I went. Past my wrist slightly I stopped and watched her and began playing with her clit a little.



“Fuck me, just Fuck me” mom asks. I start slowly in and out, scared to hurt her.



“Faster” mom demands and I increase the pace and the distance of my plunging. I got as far into her as was comfortable. (I later measured my arm based on a mole on my arm.) It was 13″.



I am fucking her forcefully now and massaging her clit with my other hand.



Mom has exhausted herself from writhing on my hand and I can tell she can’t keep her legs up any longer.



“Turn over” I offer. Mom starts carefully turning over and I can feel my hand twist inside as she gets situated with her ass in the air.



This is the first time I have seen her asshole.



Mom’s head is buried in the couch cushion and I start my fisting again, working on her clit as well. Mom starts getting into it in this better position.

I seriously want to finger or lick her ass but can’t due to the logistics of the situation.



She’s power stroking on my arm now. I know a couple of times I went past my 13″ mark. Mom has started burying my fist and holding it in just gyrating her hips trying to feel my entire arm in her. Then she would pull out to the thumb and plunge back burying it again and holding it.



My cock is back in the game as I see the inner tissue of her pussy being pulled out on my arm as she rides it.



Mom buries my arm in her one more time and holds it while I finger her clit. She begins cumming trying desperately to take more of my arm. I can feel something against my fist. I’m not going any further and she’s loving it. Just holding me deep as she cums.



I think this has to be the most fucked up thing I’ve ever done or thought about. I’m excited but also slightly sick. Mom is obviously in another world satisfying some hidden obsession.



She finally stops cumming and is immobile with my arm up her. My finger has ceased on her clit.



“Suck me” I tell her as I start to pull out. Mom moans her disapproval feeling my hand extract slowly out, but she’s a gamer and slides down head first on my cock burying it in her throat.



She starts trying to slide off the couch for comfort and I pull her thigh around into the natural 69 and admire her fucking wide open cunt.



Being able to see that deep into her excites me to another level and I move my fist back up and bury it in her not very gently. It went in and she didn’t even flinch. I gently fist her again more to remind me it was real than for any other reason.



Pulling my fist out I study her gaping pussy. My cum’s been turned to froth and makes her pussy look so used up.



I start cumming staring at mom’s wore out cunt.



I filled her mouth and as I finished, she raised up and turned around laying by me as we kissed.



As we lay there I comment “man, Amber never could have done that.”



“Yeah well I didn’t think I could either.”



“You’ve never done that before? I thought maybe you had.”



“Not hardly. That movie got me excited.”



“Don’t get mad at me but your not going to be able to have sex for a while. Dad’s going to notice something’s different.”



Mom turned spooning with me. We laid like that as I felt her tits.



“Your dad hasn’t made love to me in a few weeks. He’s been acting weird. Haven’t you noticed?”



“No, not really.”



“I woke him up a couple of days ago and gave him the greatest blowjob ever and he didn’t really act appreciative.”



I really don’t know what to say and just run my hand over her side and down to her ass. Pushing her slightly over and her leg forward I run it to her pussy feeling it. For some juvenile reason I am so proud of this huge hole I’ve created.



I pulled some juice up through her taint and rubbed her asshole like I owned it. She didn’t budge which surprised me. I figured she was going to elbow me or something.



A college professor is always saying in class to take advantage of your opportunities, so that’s what I did as I worked my finger up her ass while she was willing. I noticed immediately her ass was far tighter than Ambers’ first was. I added more lube but her ass was really tight.



“That’s a surprise” I comment in mom’s ear.



“What?”



“Your far tighter than Amber”



“Oh really! So why is that a surprise?”



“I just figured you had maybe used it more, know what I mean?”



Mom giggles a little “Oh so I’m a slut like Harriet and Felicity huh? I’ll have you know your in virgin territory.”



My finger’s buried up her ass and I wiggle it a little to remind her of it. I start some fucking motion and start kissing and sucking on her neck getting hot realizing I am abusing moms’ ass.



I whisper in her ear, “You’re my little slut aren’t you?” This ass thing has got me so excited. I can’t help myself.



“Say it. You’re my slut aren’t you?” I whisper in her ear and forcefully fuck her ass with my finger.



Mom raises her head and turns so she can look me in the eye. I think I’m about to get it and she surprises me. She barely whispers it. “I’m your slut” and kisses me forcefully.



Pulling off I breath in her ear “play with your wet cunt” as she lays her head back on my arm I can feel her hand move to her pussy. I pull out and ease down to her pussy getting my fingers wet and moving back to her ass I push two in and twist, getting them seated firmly.



My free hand is by her mouth and I shove two fingers in her mouth pushing her head back.



“Your so fucking sexy. I love your big tits and nasty pussy. I love to watch you fuck yourself. “you act like such a whore for me. I love it”



Mom moans around my fingers. She’s grinding on her hand now and my fingers just go along for the ride stuck up her ass.



Contrary to Amber, Mom’s getting off on this dirty talk. I really thought it would have been the other way around. Amber loves to talk so much and Mom doesn’t.



Mom’s grinding good on her hand and I pull my hand out of her mouth and pull back a little to get a good push up her ass. Saying out loud and as crudely as possible; “You like acting like a nasty slut don’t you?”



Mom moans “umm hum” as she keeps humping her hand.



I am working my fingers roughly in her ass when mom finally goes stiff as a board cumming on both our fingers in her ass and cunt and sucking on my other digits.



I don’t want it to end and didn’t want her to forget this moment.



“This ass is mine ok?”



Mom shakes her head yes as I wiggle my fingers a little in her just enjoying this moment. Mom finally laid her head down and relaxed while I got my jollies reaming her ass out.



“Maybe you need to rent some pornos and show dad what a slut you are.” I said to mom.



“He’s the one that needs to rent the pornos not me. I don’t know what his problem is. Sex has always been good. It’s been even better since us. Know what I mean?”



“yeah.”



I still have my fingers buried up her ass and she asks me “have you done Amber in the rear?”



“Yeah this weekend was the first time.”



“Did she like it?”



“Well, she didn’t dislike it. We didn’t use



enough lube and she got a little scared.”



“From what?”



“What I said to her.”



Trying a mom trick, I twisted my fingers in her ass trying to take her mind off the questions.



It didn’t work.



“What did you say to her?” Mom asks again.



“Kind of what I said to you just now.”



“Oh” is all mom says and lays there for a little bit just letting me ream out her ass.



“Why are you saying those things?”



“There’s just something about the position and power. Does that make sense?”



Mom doesn’t answer and I keep trying to explain. “It’s like I own her or something and she cant do anything but take it. It’s like I’m using her for my enjoyment only, you know?”



Wiggling my fingers in her ass I ask “Be honest, you liked it didn’t you?”



Looking at the back of mom’s head I see her nod yes. “I like to hear it but I don’t like to say it. I like to be told what to do and just taken and used. I think most women like that though.”



” I don’t like it that you hurt Amber’s feelings.”



“She’s ok now, after I explained. She admitted it excited her.”



Pulling my hand out of her ass I whispered in her ear, “did you like seeing those women together?”



“It was definitely exciting.” Mom said getting up and started getting dressed.



“We need to get home” as she grabbed her panties.



“Give those to me” as I hold my hand out.







You want my panties? Why?”



“Souvenir” Mom smiles and hands them to me.



Pulling her to me I wipe them through her pussy and she said, “I think you’re the nasty one.”



On the drive home I kept coming back to dad and their situation. It was bothering me.



I started paying attention to dad hanging around the house e little more trying to read him. He’s always been quiet and just worked away on the farm keeping the workers going.



It was several days later and I was expecting a letter from Amber and was waiting on the mail. We usually could expect our mail at the same time and she was 30 minutes late.



“Hey mom when’s the mail gonna run?”



“Should be here any minute. She’s been running late occasionally.”



Hearing a car I head out to the box to meet the carrier.



“Hey Jamie” I hear and look up. It’s Diane Schmidt. She’s the aunt of Danny Carroll a friend of mine.



“Hey Diane, how long you been our mail carrier I didn’t know you were doing this route now.”



“Oh since after Christmas. How you been? your looking as good as ever. Good enough to eat. When we gonna see you at the river? Some good parties lately.”



“Oh I don’t know I’ve been gone most weekends.”



“Still seeing Amber?”



“Yeah.”



“She’s a hottie I bet your nailing her good aren’t you?”



I just smile, it’s awkward hearing this kind of talk from an older woman that I really don’t know that well and walk off waving. “Gotta go, see you later.”



Watching her, I’m reminded of everything I know about her. She’s 32, skinny with small tits and a little ass. Long stringy blonde hair. She’s always smoking and talks crude all the time. Loves to talk about sex and how great she is at it. She got divorced a couple of years ago and started coming to High School parties. She took more than a few 18 year olds home with her.



Walking back to the house a little warning bell is going off in my head.



The next few days I make a point of being around the house. It’s the 3rd day and dad leaves about 20 minutes before the mail runs. Timing it, Diane is 30 minutes late that day.



Yesterday she was on time. My heart jumps and I think I’m going to be sick. No way can dad be fucking Diane Schmidt. Mom’s far hotter than her.



I can’t jump to conclusions and spend the next few days trying to figure out where they would go so close to the house yet not get caught. I drove the roads but the area was just too risky. The most likely place was the sand pits but they are open to the road as well. Pulling back to the road I look and see tire tracks going to the back of the sand pits and follow it. Getting there I see a dug out section in the side of the hill just big enough for a couple of vehicles. Pretty damn smart. My dad’s pretty damn smart.



The next few days I staked out the sand pits by walking into the area and hiding. The second day on the job paid off. Diane’s car pulled in and swung right into the cutout of the hill. I watched her shedding her clothes and about that time my dad’s truck turned in from the opposite direction.



I didn’t need to see anymore and headed home.



My dad was cheating on my mom with Diane Schmidt! A true skanky slut!



I couldn’t confront my dad about this, who could? But mom was going to catch on like I just did. I had no doubt she would beat the shit out of Diane and probably dad.



I started formulating a plan and didn’t like it one bit.



The next day I hung with Mom as I didn’t need to do anymore scouting, just thinking.



She had been unusually cranky the past few days and I realized I had been ignoring her with school and investigating dad. I decided to try and spend some time with her.



I got home early and mom was in the kitchen. Walking behind her I reached around caressing her breast and kissing her neck. “I’ve missed you lately.”



“I’ve been right here at home.” As she keeps on folding clothes on the table.



“Do we have a little time?”



Mom smiles at me. “Absolutely!”



She turns around and says “Lets make it quick though.”



Mom pulls up her sun dress and she doesn’t have on any panties and sits down in the chair in front of me as she is getting ready to blow me.



Remembering this is about mom today, I sink to my knees and push her legs up. I quickly dive into her pussy before she can object. Her pussy is open and it always surprises me. Her lips are brown and pulling her apart, pink shows glistening.



This is the first time I am seriously pleasing mom with my mouth and the pressure is on me. I run my tongue straight up the middle lapping her and end on her clit licking it good.



It doesn’t take long for her fuck hole to start oozing. I push two fingers in and root around loving the freedom in her. My tongue on her clit and my fingers fucking her is starting to work and I keep it simple and direct.



Mom has unbuttoned her dress and has her breasts out tweaking her nipples. Leaning back and looking at her I have the first serious urge to fuck her. She’s so sexy just laid out wanting pleasure.



We’ve moved through all scenarios and yet getting to fuck her is not going to happen and I know it. I dive back into her pussy taking my mind off it.



Moms hips are picking up pace and I can feel her pussy moving on my face. As her speed increases I just try to keep pressure for her to rub against as she starts cumming on my face. Her pussy is smearing my face and I can feel her lips on each side of my mouth as her movement has opened her hole up.



Mom cums holding my head against her as she tries to control her noises.



Standing up I can see out the window and there’s dust on the dirt road. “I think Dad’s coming”



Mom looks at me and smiles “Better luck next time Buster” as she gets her dress into place.



I slap her ass hard getting a little revenge. “Hey I won’t be home until late tonight, I’m going out.”



“OK, anywhere in particular?”



“Just hanging out.”



That night I went to a river party hoping to run into Diane. It was cold and a lot of bonfires were going as I moved around searching her out. It was a couple of hours later when Diane finally showed up. I knew I would need to move fast or someone was going to pounce on it.



Diane’s a coarse and vulgar person and guys are drawn to her as she’s easy and there is no mystery. She lays it out what she’s after.



Walking up to her I’ve brought an extra beer. “Hey Diane, I decided to take you up on the party. How about a beer?”



“Hey Jamie, thanks. You stepping out on that little cheerleader finally?”



“With the right girl anything’s possible” I respond as I close into her comfort zone.



“You could be trouble” Diane comments but doesn’t back down.



“No way, you must be all talk Diane” I prod her.



“Yeah, that’s me. All talk.” Diane says laughing as she takes a drink.



Moving in I tilt her head up and kiss her. She doesn’t shirk from it but doesn’t give in.



Diane looks around, “this isn’t a gossip free zone.”



“Cool. Let’s go somewhere more private.”



“My place, follow me.” She says.



As I drive following her, I piece together our conversation and realize she’s afraid of getting caught. She’s never been concerned about that before. She can’t be afraid of Amber and she’s slept with a lot of married men openly. It might be too much though for people to find out she’s fucking father and son at the same time.



Getting to Diane’s I don’t waste time and she’s agreeable leading me to her bedroom.



It’s no mystery why she’s appealing. She’s uninhibited and has a fuck me body. Skinny, small bubble ass, her tits are small and sag. She is not particularly pretty but her DNA reeks of a nasty slut and she’s proud of it.



Diane’s shirks her clothes faster than me.



Keeping my plan in my thoughts, I have to give her my best.



I push her down on the bed and pick her ankles up as I kneel between her legs.



“I’ve been thinking of fucking you for so long. I’ve jacked off a thousand times picturing you.”



“Go for it” she says looking up at me through her open legs.



Not wasting time I line up and shove in without resistance. Her pussy is small and wet. Not much character to her lips. I just fuck her for several minutes focusing on her. I finally pull out as I was edging and went down on her, my first tonguing dumps a ton of spit on her cunt and I worked her clit over licking and sucking on it.



“Oh fuck, eat me. Your good at that.” Her encouragement spurs me on. I roll over on my back pulling her small body onto my face letting her ride it and she doesn’t hesitate grinding her ass on my face.



“Oh yeah I’m gonna cum. Fuck yeah!” She says as her tempo increases and she hops on my face toward her end.



As soon as she’s done I move around and grab her by the hair and roughly pull her mouth to my cock shoving it in. She takes it roughly without complaint. I ride her face not caring about her comfort. She pulls my leg around into a 69 and I fall forward on top of her. My cock buried in her mouth.



I can feel Diane turn her head to the side to spit my cock out. She pulls my hips back and buries her face in my ass. I feel her tongue run up my crack until she reaches my asshole and she isn’t playing around. She’s seriously tongue fucking my ass, licking and sucking and I have to say it was an awesome feeling. Diane reaches around me and grabs my wet cock and is jacking me while she tongue fucks my ass. I start cumming shooting up landing on her small tits and stomach. She doesn’t let up on my ass until I finally just sit on her face in exhaustion.



Falling over I lean back and kiss her, showing my appreciation.



“You liked that huh? I bet cutesy Amber doesn’t do that does she?” Diane says as she lights up a cigarette.



“Not yet anyway” I answer as honestly as possible, not wanting to disparage Amber’s abilities.



“We’re just getting started.”Diane says running her free hand through my cum casually. She grabs her knees and pulls them back spreading her pussy open. “Eat me some more, your good at it.”



I eat her pussy until my cock gets hard and and then missionary fuck her for a while until I’m tired. Rolling her over she rides my cock. We’ve both reached a point where we don’t need to cum just enjoying the fucking.



“I love your mouth, I say eventually and push her off straddling her chest with my cock on her face shoving it in. The angles’ not perfect but it keeps it wet.



Grabbing my cock I start jacking it and don’t hold back when the feeling hits me shooting her face all up. Diane uses my cock to clean her face up and sucking the cum off my tip.



I fingered her to another orgasm.



Diane and I fucked again that night and she complimented me that I was a stayer. I had to be if I wanted to succeed.



Diane and I started hooking up and I made sure I brought my A game. I was still tracking Diane and Dad’s rendezvous’ trying to find a pattern.



The only thing I could figure out was Dad would leave the house and pass the sand pits at which point he would pass Diane and it was probably a signal for her to turn in. If she didn’t pass him she kept up her route. I had to simply guess what day dad was going to get the urge to fuck the slut.



It took about 3 weeks of fucking Diane before I thought I could make it work.



“Hey mom”¸I yelled coming in from school on a Monday. I stood around drinking a soda talking trying to figure out a way to bring up dad.



“So how’s everything on the Dad front?”



“Not good” she answers without turning.



“When’s the last time you guys did it?”



She looks at me studying me. “this isn’t a game Jamie.”



“I know that, I’m just concerned. When was the last time?”



“Weeks ago.”



Thinking to myself I know it’s been wednesday since he met Diane last and I convince myself today’s the day. Dad’s hanging around the house and barn which is a sign.



I take off early without giving anyone a chance to stop me and wait for Diane.



She pulls up and I get out giving her my best kiss showing her my need.



“You got some time? I’ve been thinking about you.”



“I don’t know, this might not be a good time. Your dad goes up and down these roads all the time. Is he home?”



“No he went to town today.” I say convincingly as possible. “The sand pits, lets head up there.”



She looks at me really hard looking for a sign in my face but I hold my lust for her on it.



“Come on Diane I need you, I’m fucking crazy for you. Just a few minutes.”



“OK, but go quick I got to get to work.” Diane says as she takes off.



I pulled in to the entrance and stopped. Looking at the little side road I know the slut usually goes down.



She pulls in and stops next to me. I wave her over to the truck and she comes running. Shedding my boots and pants as she gets in I attack her and she shows appreciation.



“Oh yeah, you’re a horny fucker aren’t you!” as she takes her pants off and straddles me. I push up into her used up cunt with the knowledge this is the last time. I pound her from the bottom trying to hurt her.



Looking at my watch I’ve got about 5 minutes before dad will pass. I push Diane off and pull her up turning her toward the rear window and move behind her sliding my hand to her front, frigging her wet pussy and pulling on her clit keeping her under my control.



Running my other hand from the rear to her fuckhole I work her front and back. I start pulling her lube to her taint and ass. She doesn’t balk when I reach her asshole and I run my finger in it.



I lube her ass up again and spit on my hand rubbing it on my cock. Pulling Diane’s shoulders I whisper, “I’ve gotta fuck your ass, I need it so bad.”



She reaches back spreading her small cheeks and I run my cock up to it and push in not really caring about her comfort. She grunts a little but pushes back on me and I immediately understand she’s been ass fucked many times and knows the procedure.



My cock slides in and I send it to the bottom making sure she feels it. Grabbing her small hips I can control her like a puppet pulling and pushing her off my cock. I have staying power as I’m distracted waiting, just waiting.



I finally see dust and grab Diane’s hair pulling her head back roughly so she won’t see it.



I’m really reaming her ass out just as Dad’s truck slows, our vehicles can be seen from the road and he turns into the drive pulling up behind me. I keep my eyes on Diane simply not able to look at him. There’s no doubt we are seen. Diane finally looks up and sees dad. She pushes back and screams in surprise, “Shit! It’s your Dad! I’m in so much trouble, FUCK!”



I look up and meet dad’s eyes finally and he just stares, then throws the truck in reverse and takes off toward home.



Diane is visibly pissed “What the fuck! You said he went to town.”



“I guess I was wrong, it’s not really a big deal. Come on turn over so I can finish” as I pull her hip roughly, not giving her a chance and shove my cock up her lubed ass.



“Hurry the fuck up asshole” Diane says as I am using her ass. I can tell this will be our last time and frankly I don’t care. I’m hitting her ass so hard now trying to get all the revenge I can. Over and over I pound on her pinning her to the seat. Diane’s grunting trying to keep it together. I finally feel my balls tightening as I pull out and shove it in the last time, dumping my load well up her shit hole.



As I come to a stop Diane is breathing heavy.



“Fuck! You’re an asshole, that hurt. What’s your problem?” she complains as she gets her pants on.



Diane gets out and slams the door without saying goodbye. I think we’re through.



Now comes the hard part as I head home. Pulling in the drive dad’s truck is there.



Walking in I’m hesitant where to go and decide the bathroom to clean up. After finishing, I head to the kitchen for a soda. Moms’ demeanor tells me everything.



“You’re an idiot” She says without looking at me.



“Why?” playing dumb.



“Your dad told me he saw you with Diane Schmidt. He was madder than I’ve ever seen him. He said you were having sex with her.



“Your cheating on Amber with that slut? Not to mention me” she hisses like a viper.



“I’m sorry mom, it just happened.” The selfish part of me wants to spill the beans but I can’t break her heart and I have to carry this through.



“How long?”



“Just a couple of weeks” as I shave the truth a little.



“You’re an absolute fucking idiot. Get out of here.”



I turn and head out. I had anticipated this, but the reality is worse.



I don’t see dad until the next day. He was avoiding me, as well as me him.Seeing him at the barn Tuesday afternoon, I figured this was as good a time as any to complete the plan.



“Hey dad” I yelled as I walked up.He nodded without comment.



“Look about yesterday, I know that was stupid. Diane’s been hitting on me for weeks and I finally started seeing her a couple of weeks ago.”



“It’s not anything serious, just fun. I’m sure you’ve heard about her, she sleeps with everybody.” I say cold bloodedly, as I scan his face for a weakness.



“It looked serious.” Dad says.



“It didn’t mean anything, it was stupid I know.”



“She’s a tramp?”



“Yeah she sleeps with tons of people. She’s just a fun girl. She’s not embarrassed by it.”



“I see” he comments and turns away and just keeps working, ignoring me.



“Yeah well I’m sorry, it won’t happen again I think she was getting tired of me.”



“OK”



I walk off knowing I hurt him. I think I fully understand what happened. Dad’s always just worked away on the farm for the past 20+ years and along comes a girl brazen enough to seduce him and he probably thought there was more to it. Or she may have been looking for a sugar daddy, who knows. But my plan worked. The end justified the means.



Mom chewed me out one more time asking me “what if Amber finds out?”



“I don’t know mom” as this was my biggest fear as well.



I didn’t have the guts to ask her about us.







It’s mid april. It’s been about 2 weeks since I was caught with Diane. Since February, Amber and I talked on the phone a lot but she couldn’t come home and I was busy here with Dad and Diane during that time.



We were growing apart and she didn’t sound right on the phone. I had asked her to come home the past two weekends or I would even go there and she refused always having excuses. I’m afraid she heard some rumors about Diane but didn’t know for sure.



Friday afternoon finds me in my room trying to figure out a solution to my Amber problem.



Mom walks into the room dressed to the nines in a black dress, heels, makeup and hair done. She’s putting in earrings.



As we all know now if you’ve been following my story, mom is a pretty practical person rarely dressing up, especially in a dress. She looks hotter than I’ve probably ever seen her.



“Your dad and I are leaving in a couple of hours. As soon as he gets home.”



“Tell Tracey I said Hi.”



“You can still come with us.”



“No I’m just going to stay here.”



Walking closer she asks “What’s up with Amber?”



“I don’t know, she sounds different on the phone and keeps refusing to come home.”



Mom shakes her head and smirks, looking away.



“What! Your not gonna start on me again about Diane are you? I don’t need to hear it.”



“No that really isn’t what I was thinking. We’ve switched rolls. Now your having problems with Amber and your dad and I are really getting along. We need to all get on the same page huh?”



Looking at her I ask, “What do you mean about dad?”



“He sent me flowers last week and hasn’t been able to keep his hands off me. Heck it was his idea we go see Tracey and get a room. He kept saying I hope Jamie doesn’t go so we can be alone.”



I smile. “That’s cool.”



“Look Jamie, I’m still a little ticked about Diane but I was out of line saying I felt you cheated on me. Your free to make those kinds of decisions without my factoring into them regardless of how stupid your decision making is.”



“Gee thanks.”



Mom smiles and puts her high heel on the bed. “Like my new shoes?”



“Yeah, I saw them. They’re pretty sexy.”



Raising her skirt hem exposing her pussy she asks,”Like my new look?” It is clean shaven as a baby’s butt. Mom usually keeps a close trim but not shaven.



“Yeah reminds me of Amber, she keeps hers like that.”



“She does? How does she do it? It’s hard work.”



“She said she hits the high spots everyday and once a week does a complete shave.”



“I”ll try it for a while.”



“So you want a taste before I leave?”



This is definitely the first time I’m really not in the mood, but I’m not going to refuse her.



“Oh yeah” I reply with a little enthusiasm.



Get on the floor I don’t want to lay down and mess my dress up.”



Laying on the floor mom squats over my face facing my feet.



Looking up at her shaven pussy it appears even bigger than ever. Her folds are open and she is sopping wet. She’s expecting a good time this weekend. As she’s on her heels and the direction she’s facing, I can only get into her fuck hole and can easily taste and feel her juices entering my mouth. I suck on her lips and hole a little.



“So how long’s it been for you?” mom asks as I am eating her out.



“Since I was with a girl?”



“Yeah”



“Since Diane. I’ve jacked off in your panties a few times though” I said smiling.



“Oh I forgot about those. You’re a dirty little boy” mom says laughing.



“I might want to see those one day.” She says.



“OK”



Lowering my head as my neck is getting tired, moms’ asshole is in perfect line with my tongue and I go for it licking it firmly with plenty of juice.



I work on her ass until it’s as wet as her fuckhole and my tongue is breaking down it’s resistance.



“Oohh that feels really good.” Mom compliments.



Without thinking I respond, “Yeah I know.”



“Does Amber lick you?”



“No Diane did” as I attack her again letting my tongue fuck her entrance.



“What all did she do?”



“She licked me in this position, reached around and jacked me off on her tits. She had been sucking me a lot before she started.”



Raising my hand up I easily run four fingers in her pussy to the thumb and I hear mom moan her approval. Twisting a little I’m getting ready to give her what she wants and I guess she realized it and raised up.



“No not that, not now. I’m gonna save it for your dad.”



“OK”



Mom starts grinding her asshole on my tongue again flexing her hips making sure I hit every spot.



“What else did you and Diane do?”



“Well I fucked her a lot. I jacked off on her face. I also fucked her ass really, really good.”



“She sounds pretty exciting.”



“She’s just a nasty slut.”



“So she’s a nasty slut like me is what your saying.”



“No, she will do anything with anybody and doesn’t care who knows, just so she can keep getting guys to be with her.”



“Your just my nasty slut.” I say as I lick her ass enthusiastically.



“OK, I accept your apology then.” As mom relaxes I work her ass over. Her hole is open now and I easily insert two fingers and fuck her with them.



“Take your pants off I don’t want to mess my dress up.” She’s upright, holding her dress around her waist neatly.



Getting my pants off I insert my fingers up her ass again getting three in easily. “Your ass is getting looser.”



“Why thank you” she says and laughs.



“Start Jacking off. Tell me when your gonna cum though.”



Before I can get my hand on it she grabs it and dumps two big loads of spit.



With my left hand up her ass my right starts jacking off my cock that is needing relief at this point. It feels good immediately. Sliding through my wet hand it feels so like a pussy.



“I love watching you jack off. You don’t do it enough for me. I would watch you anytime you wanted.”



Mom’s fingering her clit now and riding my fingers up and down into her ass like she would fuck a cock. I slow down and stay off the head not wanting it to end. Mom keeps riding my hand up her ass and fingering her pussy that is so fucking wide open and it doesn’t even have anything in it.



“Mom I’m gonna cum” I offer as I know I’m ready and tired of putting it off.Mom pulls off my fingers and kneels to my side. She looks at me and says “keep it in my mouth and don’t mess my makeup up.”



Taking just my head in, she sucks slightly on it as I jack it off in her mouth. It doesn’t take long with mom. Something about her can get me off so completely. She’s so special.



I feel my shots surging through my cock and can only imagine how she’s handling it so well.



As I finish she pulls back and swallows. Coming up she kisses me and tongues me deeply and I feel some cum entering my mouth. “You don’t mind taking some do you? I could never do that with your dad and I’ve always wanted to do it.” she whispers in my ear almost embarrassed it seems.



“No, I love kissing you.”



Standing up she lets her dress fall and I run my hand up her leg. “Do you want to cum?”



“No I’m saving it.”



“You’ll never make Columbia.” I say.



“That’s the plan.” Mom says smiling.



“You know what I think? I think you need to get in the truck and head up to see Amber. Find out what the problem is. If she’s heard about Diane it’s gonna come out anyway. Might as well get it over with.”



Mom’s got good advice as usual.



“Your probably right. I might just do it.”



Mom leaves and I think she’s probably right. Just get it over with.



I packed a bag and headed out on the road. I decided not to call Amber and take her by surprise.



I’ve only seen her once since Valentines weekend. She kept giving me excuses. I’m probably going to hear the awful truth that she’s heard about Diane. Might as well get it over with.



Getting to her dorm floor I think I’m going to be sick. I finally found a girl who would knock on the door and tell Amber she has a visitor.



Amber came out to the common room. She looked awful. Sweats, no makeup, hair unkempt.”Jamie, what are you doing here?”



“I came to see you. See what’s wrong.”



“Nothing’s wrong, I just need to study” says as she averts her eyes.



“Well you can take a break can’t you? just a couple of hours and I’ll leave.”



She shrugs her shoulders, “I guess, let me clean up a little.”



Amber comes out about 30 minutes later looking a lot more like my Amber but her spark is gone.



We eat pizza and talk a little. I try some of my usual corny jokes and she loosened up a little but it was a challenge.



“Amber, what’s wrong. I can’t take it anymore.”



“Nothing. I’m just stressed about school.”



“Hell you got straight A’s last semester. If anybody needs to be stressed it’s me.”



Amber smiles she knows I hate school and not that good in it and don’t really care about grades. Getting in the truck I know she’s bullshitting me.



“Amber if it’s about Valentines Day and what I said, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of it.”



“No it’s definitely not about that. I had such a good time.”



“So there is something.”



“Jamie, I love you. If I tell you, you’ll break up with me. I don’t want that.”



“You gotta tell me. It’s too late now.”



Looking away she knows it’s gotta come out.



“It’s my macroeconomics class. I’m flunking it. A big F.”



“BullShit!!” I yell.



“There’s more. My professor is from some middle eastern country. I can’t understand a fucking word he’s saying. Nobody can. I never even heard of Macroeconomics in high school. I have no fucking interest in it.” she blurts out and is tearing up.



“I kept thinking I would figure it out. I’ve never gotten an F. Heck I only got one B all through High school. It didn’t even cross my mind to drop it, and then I passed the drop date and it was too late.”



“So your gonna get an F. So big fucking deal Amber. I can promise you it’s not the end of the world. Look at me. I’m still here, not breaking up with you over that!”



“You don’t understand. I lose my scholarship with an F. I’m out. My parents don’t have the money to send me. What, I move back home and be a cashier somewhere the rest of my life?”



“You can get through school somehow.”



“How? This is my shot.”



“I’m still not following you. I’m not gonna break up with you because of an F. ”



“I went to see my professor. What I could do to get my grade up.”



“What’d he say?”



“It’s what he didn’t say. He mumbled around about girls are so stupid. He waves his arms around saying “every year girls come in here wanting better grade.”



Amber’s looking out the side window completely avoiding me.



“Soo..” I drag out trying to start the conversation.



“I give him blowjobs” she blurts out without looking at me.



“What!”



Amber doesn’t answer and I can see her shoulder moving, knowing she’s crying.



She continues, “He just looked at his crotch and said, ” Now, and every Friday before class.”



“I sure understood all of that!” She yelled.



What.. What ‘d you do?”



“It felt like my mind left the room and my body just dropped to my knees. It didn’t feel real. He pulled his dick out and just rammed it in my mouth. He was smelly and hairy. I wanted to puke so bad. All he wanted was to keep it rammed all the way in and he held my head. He groaned so loud the whole time. No way his secretary couldn’t hear. He’s such an idiot. His dick’s about 2 inches shorter than yours but pretty fat and he would hold my head until I couldn’t breathe.”



Amber starts openly sobbing now and I hug her not knowing what else to do. I’m embarrassed with myself that I’m relieved she hadn’t heard about Diane.



Amber cries a while and raises up. “He would wait until I started gagging and slapping his thighs and then he would let me up a second and ram it back in.”



Amber won’t shut up now, she’s confessing. I guess she just needed to talk.



“I can feel tears on my face and my face is red, I’m dizzy and the fucker just kept it up! He’s a short chubby fucker but really strong. I couldn’t stop him. He just kept ramming and ramming and holding me to his stomach. He made the stupidest noises. He finally started cumming. I could feel the first little shot and he tried to pull out. Thank god I knew what he was trying to do. The fucker was gonna cum on my face! Right there in his office.”



Amber is so mad telling this story I am just shocked listening.



“When he tried to pull out I fell forward and kept his cock in my mouth as he shot. He tried to pull out again and almost made it but I held it tight. His cum is all in my mouth. I finally get his cock out enough to swallow and he jams it back in for me to clean off.”



Amber just sits there against me avoiding eye contact. I fucking don’t know what to do or say.



“I got up and tried to dry my eyes but I didn’t have any Kleenexes with me. The fucker says “tell secretary you have appt. every Friday 9:45 rest of year.” Amber says in a mocking tone.



“I had to tell his fucking secretary to make me an appointment to suck his fucking dick!!!” She screams.



We sit there for a long time just collecting ourselves.



“How many times have you done it?”



“Three” Amber says without looking at me.



“The second time I walked in and a middle aged woman dark complected was sitting by the secretary. The secretary looked up and waved me in. The fucker was sitting down and I had already hoped for this and walked over to his chair so he couldn’t get up.”



“You want to know what he says? He says, Did you see my wife? She’s supposed to be here soon. I make her wait until you get here. That was his wife in the waiting room. As soon as he said it he grabbed me by the hair and just pulled me down. Holding me completely down to his stomach. I figured if he was sitting down he couldn’t jam so much. But no, he just pulled my hair. It was even worse than before. I would put my hands on his chair arms and he would slap them off. Three or four times he hit me. My arms were on fucking fire! I finally just gave up. He literally fucked my face for the longest. Thankfully I didn’t wear make up. He pulled my hair so hard It was sore for a week. Just down and up, down and up. Over and over and over. He finally held me down and says real hateful like “You like swallow? And he held me down forever Jamie. My face turned red, I almost passed out, I couldn’t breathe. I could literally feel myself blacking out and then he started cumming.”



“Jamie, his fucking cum came out my nose!!” She screams.



“I don’t mean a little. No, it rolled out. He finally let me up and I couldn’t even move having to lay there by his nasty cock while I tried to breathe. His cum on my lips and face.”

“I finally got up and blew my nose and wiped my face. The fucker then says, “tell wife to come in now.”



“I had to tell his wife she could go in. When I looked at her and told her that, I could see in her eyes she knew everything. I threw up in the bathroom.”



“What about the third time?”



“Just like the second, only I guess I got a little used to it. It wasn’t as bad. I was expecting it. His wife was there again just waiting and watching me when I left.”



“We have to tell someone.”



“I’ve thought about it. But what good does that do me? I would have to retake tests that I would probably fail again anyway. Other people are passing the class so it’s not his teaching supposedly.”



“How many more times do you have to do it?”



“Four or five depending on when finals are.”



Amber scoots over to her side as I start the truck and take off.



Getting back to the parking lot of the school we’ve recovered a little and I just don’t know what to say.



“I’m sorry Jamie, I guess we’re through. I understand.”



I feel so guilty and really want to tell her about Diane but just can’t bring myself to do it.



I grabbed her arm and drag her over next to me.



“No way, we’re not through. I said I love you and I mean it.”



“I have to keep doing it, I’ve already started.”



“OK. I’ll be here every Friday to get you. 2:00 or sooner. Understand?”



Amber shakes her head and leans against me. “I’m so sorry.”



“It’s not your fault.”



Amber starts kissing me and telling me how much she loves me. I feel terrible knowing I’ve done worse. Yet her appreciation of me feels great.



Amber places her hand on my cock and squeezes. I’m half hard already.



“Amber, don’t. You don’t need to. I love you. Forget about it.”



“I want to. I don’t want that fucker taking it away from me” she says as she slides down in the seat and whips out my cock. She sucks it in with a wet mouth and takes me to the bottom, which she has never done. Let me be clear, she makes a concerted effort to turn her head giving the angle to allow my cock that last 1″ push into her mouth. I make sure and not touch her head just letting her do her thing.



Amber purposefully fucks the entire length slowly up and down accentuating her new talent by holding me in her mouth completely. I can feel her face on my stomach. Numerous times she did this without a rest.



Finally she pulls off jacking me. “Now this is a fucking real cock. He only wishes he had this, to feel what I can do to it!” She angrily says and then swallows me again.



Amber seems to be getting some type of revenge. I’m mad, hurt for her, horny, guilty, I’m completely screwed up receiving this blowjob.



Amber is swallowing me whole with ease. It’s like she’s trying to give the best blowjob ever to prove something. Mom’s help a few hours ago is paying off now as I have some stamina.



Amber goes down and holds it like she’s a deep sea diver. She finally pulls off and takes a big breath coming up to me and giving me the nastiest fucking kiss I’ve ever had. Her hand goes to my cock and slides on her spit as she jacks me.



Whispering in my ear she says “I’ll do that for you anytime.”



Jacking me a while she says “You gonna come for me? I want you to shoot all that cum for me.” As she licks my ear.



“Jamie, Shoot all that cum on my face baby. That’s what I want ok?”



“Here in the parking lot?”



“It’s what I want” she says sucking on my ear and jacking on my cock and I’m getting close with all this attention.



“OK”



Amber moves down to my lap and lays with her head on me. My cock by her face as she just jacks and licks it.



“you don’t have to do this Amber.”



“No I want to do it. shoot on my face.”



She’s moving her hand rapidly now and I shoot straight up landing mostly on her face and some on my pants. She pulls my cock straight back and seriously takes aim at herself and is successful.



She doesn’t let up until I’m through. Sitting up she straddles me squeezing between the steering wheel. Her face is a fucking wreck.



Looking at me she says “I wish I had a camera and I would send that sick fuck a picture. Let him know I’d do it for a real man.”



Before I can react she kisses me and cum is being exchanged. I pull her hair gently back extracting myself to admire this girl that loves me.



Taking my finger I clean her face like I cleaned mom’s. Gently moving my cum to her mouth as she sucked my fingers clean at every sweep down her face. We never broke eye contact until we were through.



Amber laid her head on my chest and ran her hand into her pants and fingered her pussy as she just breathed into my ear. What an experience! Amber’s just humping her hand as she straddles me and it’s like stereo as she breathes her tempo changes into my ear. She approaches orgasm and crashes through, I realize I’ll probably never hear the emotion in an orgasm as I did that one. She started crying at the end of her orgasm and straddled me with her head on my shoulder crying getting out all of her pain and anger.



The next week drug by and I talked to Amber everyday. Dad started complaining about long distance charges and mom told him to shut up. It sounded good, everybody getting along.



That Friday on the drive over to pick up Amber I had some ideas I was entertaining.



Amber was waiting in the parking lot and threw her bag in the back, jumped in and slammed the door. “Drive!”



“Hey Amber I love you too, did you miss me?”



Giving me an eat shit look she calms down and says “yes you know I did” and scoots over.



“Well how’d it go?”



Amber raises up and I realize I’ve stirred up the hornets nest again.



“Real fucking good Jamie. I got to suck this wonderful man’s cock today, and guess what… he let his wife watch. How’s that for ya?”



Slamming on the brakes “NO fucking way.”



“Yes way. I walked into the office and she wasn’t sitting there like before and I think I finally get a break right? Nope she’s in the office sitting next to him. He waves me over and I think okay play it cool I’ll just ask a question about homework and he cuts me off with some mumbo jumbo and waves at his wife.”



“Guess what she does? Just fucking guess.”



“what?”



“She reaches over and starts taking out his cock! Right there in front of me. He spouts some more bullshit I don’t understand and she looks at me and waves it at me. She doesn’t look happy. I think he’s making her do it too.”



“What’d you do?”



“What’d you think I did? I sucked his fucking cock Jamie, shit give me a break ok?”



“Chill out.”



“She just held it for me for a while. I sucked on it and he didn’t jam me down this time. I decided to give him the really good stuff ya know? Trying to get it over with. He wouldn’t let me put my hand on it and his wife just held it for me so it was a little hard to work on.”



“He said something else and she stood up and kneeled beside me and ran her hand up my fucking shirt! Just rubbing my back petting me like a fucking dog! This went on a while and he started getting close and mumbled something and she started jacking him off in my mouth. He started cumming pretty quick this time and she milked his dick completely in my mouth.”



“He mumbled his bullshit again and his wife took her hand and placed it on my throat as I swallowed. Like she was supposed to feel his cum go down or something. She had tears in her eyes. I bet she gets hell at home.”



“You ready?”



“Yeah lets go. I wanna get drunk and laid this weekend. You know anybody that can help me out with that?”



I got the coolest girl in the world.



“We got one quick stop.” I make a turn into the college and head for the business building.



“Where we going?”



Not answering I park on the curb in the rear.



I’ve already scouted out the parking lot and Professors park in the rear and of course have their fancy fucking name tags on their spaces.



“Stay here” I say quickly and jump out before she can stop me. Looking around I find his spot as Amber had finally told me his name on the phone that week. Pulling out my handy Case knife his tires became defective.



“What the fuck! Jamie your crazy” I hear as I get back in. It put a smile on her face and I wasn’t expecting that.



That next week normalized a little and I planned my next attack. I really wanted Mom’s opinion about the situation but didn’t fill her in. She might pull a parent thing and call the authorities or Amber’s parents. Amber’s almost done and it was her decision.



Friday comes and I head out. I left early to do my chore. I found where her Professor lived and took a chance that the wife was on her way to his office. I rang the bell and got no answer which is good.



I brought 3, 5 gallon buckets of cow shit from the fields and filled his mailbox, door handles, garage doors, smeared his porches anything that would be touched. I felt better about it.



Meeting Amber out front she hops in and slams the door saying; “I sure as hell hope you like big old sagging tits cause that’s what the hell I’m gonna have the rest of my life!”



“UH OK?” If she only knew I couldn’t wait to see them, is what I was really thinking.



“What’s going on?”



“Nothing let’s go.”



Not pressing her I shut up, didn’t really want to hear her bitching anymore.



I detoured and slowed down in front of a house.



“Know who lives here?”



“Let me fucking guess”



“You got it”



“what’d you do?”



“Cow shit everywhere, mailboxes, doors, windows I even did his kids toys.”



“Good.”



We took off and Amber finally calmed down and started talking.



“His wife milked my fucking tits today while I sucked him. She just pulled on them the whole time. My tits are so fucking sore. She literally milked my fucking tits Jamie! She used both hands just pulling them down like she thought fucking milk was gonna come out. She would get to the nipple and just pull the hell out of it. I would try to get away and the fucker would hold me down. He would talk to her in his mumbo jumbo. HE was telling her what to do to me and she would start doing it.



Then he made her control my head.. She twisted my hair around her fingers and pushed and pulled me on his cock while she twisted the hell out of my nipples.”



“I guess she knows him pretty good and when he started cumming she slammed my head down and used her fingernails on my nipple like you would pop a zit. It hurt so fucking bad. I think she was getting even with me or something. They are sick fucks.”



“Well he’s upping the ante wouldn’t you say?”



“He told me to wear a dress next time.”



“Listen to me. As soon as you go in next time you tell him you better get an A with no problems or your boyfriend is going to do more than slash his tires and prank his house OK?”



Amber nods. I’m not convinced she’ s going to do it.



I’m serious Amber play your card or quit. He’s getting a lot more than he asked for.



“OK, I’ll do it.”



I didn’t know whether to plan some revenge or not. I decided to mail him a letter. I sent a blank piece of paper with a big red A on it.



Pulling up at Amber’s the next Friday, I see her waiting for me in a cute summer dress. She jumps in.



“Don’t even fucking ask, just drive.”



“How’s Amber today?”



She doesn’t answer just stares out the window until we’re well out of town.



“Amber your seriously worrying me. You need to quit or I’m reporting it.”



“I’m through she says still looking out her window.”



“What happened.”



She just shook her head dismissing my question.



We drove for several miles and she finally scooted over a little but didn’t touch me just sat closer.



“I had a fucking orgasm in there. I think I’m as sick as they are.”



Wanting to talk but using my junior college education, I hold my tongue and wait.



She finally started, “I got in there and we started like before, she’s pushing and pulling the hell out of my hair harder than before and she worked my tits out of my dress pulling on my nipples. This went on a while, her just pushing and pulling my head as I sucked on his cock. She’s twisting and pulling my nipples. She’s just trying to hurt me or deform my tits is all she was doing. Thankfully the fucker wasn’t jamming me down so it’s not too uncomfortable. He mumbles something and she gets behind me and runs her hands up my legs. He grabs my arms so I cant move and she pulls my panties down as far as possible and raises my skirt up.”



“I felt like a whore. Cock in my mouth, ass and pussy on display and some nasty bitch mauling me.”



“She took her thumb and must have had it lubed or something it went in my pussy real easy. She used her fingers and just started on my clit. Pulling it out and tweaking my nipples at the same time.”



“I never dreamed I would start getting horny. I was so disgusted. All of a sudden I felt it coming. I tried to fight it off for so long.” Amber cries out.



“Finally I just decided to end it. I remember it so clearly that first time I pushed back on her and the relief I felt. Jamie I rode her nasty fucking thumb wanting to thank her for some odd fucking reason.”



“When I started cumming, that nasty bitch told him.”



“That was the only thing she ever said. Just “She’s cumming” Amber mocks.



“He jammed my head down and held it. She increased her speed on my pussy and we both started cumming at the same time. I am so disgusted. He shot so much fucking cum in my mouth and I hated it and I was humping her nasty thumb stuck up my twat.”



“Did you tell him what I told you?”



“I did afterwards. I chickened out before, thinking it would just be the same and I would just get it over with.”



“Afterwards I stood up and lost it. I told him I was through, that was the last time and I better get an A or far worse was gonna happen to him than tires and shit on his house. Then I said you got his letter right? He sat there looking at me for a while and say “A – go, don’t come back.”



“I’m not even going to the rest of the classes my grades are good enough. I’m ready to go home for the summer.”



“That’s cool.”



Late May 1984



“Tracey’s gonna be home in a couple of weeks, Amber’s gonna be home and Kevin’s gonna be home for the summer. We’re not going to see each other much this summer” my mom says as she lays in the bath.



I’m sitting on the toilet stroking my cock. She called me in to talk as I was walking down the hall. Seeing her in the tub I shed my pants as she was laying back relaxing.



“Seriously Jamie we have maybe three or four weeks before the summer starts and the farm takes off. Let’s focus on each other. You won’t be around next year and probably very rarely after college. Uou’ll move on starting your career,marriage and kids. I can’t wait for you to have all that happiness. Just give me the next couple of weeks ok?”



“Sure mom what did you have in mind? Dad’s around a lot now since you guys have made up.”



“Well we could use the cabin. It’s pretty clean and I could sneak a couple of days, saying I’m going shopping.”



Mom stands up and wraps a towel around her and gets out sitting on the side of the tub just watching me.



“How about showing me the good stuff?”



“The good Stuff huh? Is that what it’s called” saying as she unwraps her towel a little. Her breasts never get old to me. She casually wipes water off them and pats her bare pussy dry, spreading her legs a little.



Standing up I take a step forward that puts me in front of her.



“Your gonna get me dirty, I just got out of the shower.”



“Don’t forget I won’t be around much after this summer.”



“SmartAss”



I push mom back slightly and she falls back to the other side of the tub lip. She’s at my mercy as her pussy comes into line with my cock. I could easily fuck her if I didn’t mind getting my ass kicked.



“Pull it apart” I order as I step up my intensity jacking my cock.



“Are you gonna cum on my pussy?”



“Yeah”



Mom uses her free hand and spreads her lips which really don’t need much help exposing her inner sanctum. Pink easily shows on mom at most times. Stepping up, my cock is inches from her naturally gaping fuckhole as I shoot into it.



Mom just watches it coming out and landing between her fingers right on target. She smears it a little knowing from experience that will prevent runs. She stands up and finishes drying off.



“Wear it for me today” I said pulling her up to me just so I can be near her and smell her, caressing her smooth skin.



“Ok” mom says without looking at me.



My hand goes down the crack of her ass finding her little pucker hole. Moms meets my eyes in the mirror as I impale my middle finger up her. She just takes it silently letting me have my fun.



” You still a virgin?”



“Yeah.”



“Don’t forget if anybody gets it I do.”



“I don’t remember saying that.”



“I do, I said this is my ass and you nodded. Remember now?”



Smiling she answers, “Yeah I remember. But I don’t know if your going to get it. Maybe nobody will.” She says smiling a little.



“Well I couldn’t live with myself if I don’t try. What kind of man would I be?”



“Yeah I can see you have high standards”



“Hey!, when do you want to go?”



“How about Monday?” mom asks.



“That’ll work. I can get there about 11:00.”



“OK, sound good. She gives me a little kiss as she puts on her bra and walks out. The rest of the afternoon and night I couldn’t keep my eyes off her knowing she had her pussy filled with my cum. She teased me all night, smiling every time she caught me looking at her.



We own a cabin on current river with my Aunt Susan. It has a bedroom and loft, small kitchen and bath.



Getting there first I clean it up a little and wait for mom. She pulls in and waves, wearing her jeans and a button up the front shirt. She plops down on the couch next to me.



We make out lightly knowing we have a lot of time and just enjoy each other. We have come to love kissing.



We kept our clothes on but I played with her breasts inside her shirt. She finally just laid her head in my lap as we took a break.



I used the moment to unbutton her shirt and laid bare her breasts realizing she’s not wearing a bra. She wouldn’t go braless with this shirt.



“Hey where’s your bra?”



“In my purse I didn’t wear it for you.”



“That’s nice.”



“I’m thoughtful like that.” Mom says laughing.



We lay there a while and mom says, “So let me get this straight. You and Amber are together but not seeing each other for a while?” I don’t understand that. You said she didn’t find out about Diane, so what’s she mad at you about?”



“Uh well she’s not mad at me just upset a little. Upset and wants to take it easy a little.”



“What is it? What’s going on? You know you can tell me.”



“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”



“Come on Jamie, what’s up.” I knew she wasn’t going to let this go.



“Mom, Amber and I are over 18 and Amber can make her own decisions. If I tell you, you can’t start that parent stuff wanting to call other parents and reporting stuff. This is serious. It’s over now anyway, so it’s too late to do anything and it would just screw Amber up.”



“What is it, tell me. I won’t tell anyone if you say not to.”



I started in and explained Amber’s problem and how she went to see her professor for some help. Stopping, I am getting up my nerve to continue the story and may regret telling it when mom prods me.



“So what did the Professor tell her?”



“Well, basically…. He wanted blowjobs and he would pass her.”



“OH my god!” mom screams. “That’s disgusting. He needs to go to jail.”



“That’s what I’m talking about mom. You can’t start talking about it. You promised.”



“Ok.. So what, did she do punch the asshole?”



“Uh , no. She blew him.”



“No way. I can’t believe Amber would do that.”



“Yeah, but it was far worse than she expected. That was the problem.”



“He was really mean to her while doing it.”



“What do you mean?”



“Mom I’m serious you can’t tell and I really don’t want you thinking less of Amber because I don’t. Look what I did with Diane. I feel like a shit because I can’t get the nerve to tell her.”

“Don’t tell her about Diane, nothing good would come of it. I have a little guilt too you know, I won’t judge her. Tell me what happened.”



“Well, the teacher is foreign, middle aged, short, fat, hairy and married. Amber was disgusted from the beginning but he was real overbearing and he just stared at his crotch until she got the point and then he said now and every Friday before class.”



“Amber says she wanted to leave but couldn’t. She felt so desperate to pass the class. She fell down and started sucking him, but he pushed her head down to the bottom and held it until she couldn’t breathe, her face was red and she was gagging and then he would let her up for a quick breath and then slam her back down. Amber said she was crying, her makeup was running and could feel herself about to black out. She said he started to cum and he tried to pull out and shoot on her face but she was able to keep it in her mouth until he was done.”



“Did she swallow it?”



“Yeah, she was embarrassed, she didn’t have any Kleenexes her face was messed up and she had to walk out of his office in front of secretaries and other people. She said he was real noisy like he didn’t care if people knew.”



“Well that sounds terrible. At least it’s over.”



“That was just the beginning. The next time he was sitting down and he pushed her head down to the bottom and held it. She would put her arms on the chair and he would slap them so hard they were bruised. She finally gave up and just dangled her arms. Amber said he used her head, pulling her by the hair up and down without a breath.”



“Amber says he pushed her to the bottom and held her until he started cumming and she couldn’t breathe. She said his cum came out her nose.”



Oh no”, mom says as she moves her hips a little. She casually unbuttons her jean shorts.



“How big was he?”



“Amber said he was a couple of inches shorter than me but fat. She said the worst part was he was so mean and took all comfort away from her. She felt like he just turned her into a whore.”



“Get this mom, the next time Amber goes in there he has his wife sitting there. She said he mumbled to his wife and she got his cock out and waved it at Amber. Amber says she had to suck it while his wife held it for her.



Mom subtly moves her hand down under her shorts and I can tell she isn’t wearing any panties.



I continued, “Amber said the lady rubbed her back and petted her like a dog. After a while the lady started jacking him off into her mouth and then professor asshole mumbled something and his wife put her hand on Amber’s throat and felt her swallow.”



Watching mom I can tell she’s fingering herself but trying to hide it.



“Mom are you fingering yourself?”



She pulls out quickly, “I’m sorry, I feel terrible! But it’s so nasty.”



“I Know what you mean. Do you want me to tell you the rest?”



“God, there’s more?”



“Yeah, the next time the wife was there again and this time he made his wife milk Amber like a cow. She took her tits out and just pulled them over and over and twisted and pulled her nipples. Amber said they were sore for days. After a while he made his wife take Amber’s hair and use her hard. Amber’s head is still really sensitive. Amber said he started cumming and the wife slammed her down and used her fingernails on her nipple as he came in her mouth. Amber said she thinks the bitch was getting even with her.”



“Oh, that poor girl”



I know mom means it. I fully understand the conflicted emotions, I’ve had them as well.



“Go ahead mom I understand.”



I see her slide her hands down trying to hide it. “I feel terrible. This is so weird.”



“I know. The last time is what’s got Amber so upset now.”



I can see mom’s hips moving slightly as I continue my story.



“The last time Amber went in, the wife was there again. The professor told Amber to wear a dress this time.”



“which one did she wear?” Mom asks rubbing her clit.



“what’s it matter? I think it was a yellow and white one. That’s what she was wearing when I picked her up anyway.”



“Oh, I know that one, she wore it to church a couple of times. That little sundress. It’s really cute on her.”



“Yeah mom whatever. Anyway the same thing started. His wife’s just slamming her on his cock with a handful of hair over and over. Amber said she has gotten used to it and doesn’t gag so she’s not stressing too much. But then the wife started on her tits again just treating her like a fucking cow, milking her and pulling her nipples just trying to hurt her Amber said.”



Mom’s fingering herself hard now with two jammed up her like I’ve seen many times. I know she feels terrible cause she shakes her head like she just can’t believe this.



“Amber said the pervert mumbled something and his wife pulled her panties down as the professor held her arms. The wife lubed her thumb up with something and rammed it in her pussy and started on her clit.”



“Amber said she couldn’t believe it. It went on and on. The guy wasn’t cumming fast and her head was just being used and that woman was working her pussy over and doing it right.”



“She said all of a sudden she felt her orgasm coming on. She tried to fight it off but it wouldn’t go away. She said she fought it and fought it.”



” She finally just gave up and started humping that woman’s thumb. Amber said the wife told her husband she was going to cum and the guy slammed her head down and held her all the way until they both came.”



“Amber said she felt so disgusted. She had a mouth full of nasty cock and she was humping this foul lady’s thumb to an orgasm. Amber said she came with a huge mouth full of his cum.”



Mom doesn’t bother putting up a front and has slid her shorts down and I watch her kick them off as she frigs her pussy. Mom is completely ignoring me laying with her head on my lap. She raises both legs opening her fuckhole to it’s maximum. I can tell she’s going to cum as her hips rise to the level I’m familiar with and she has completely shut me out.



“Oh, shit I’m cumming” mom announces as she humps her hand to a hard orgasm. I hear her deep grunts I’ve gotten used to. She comes down and rolls over.



Resting a little mom says without looking at me, “‘I’m such a terrible person.”



“No your not. I felt the same way that night Amber told me about it. We were in the parking lot at EOM and I got so horny. Amber gave me the best blowjob ever. She did things she had never done. It was like she had to prove something or show me what she could do.”



“A better blowjob than I’ve given you?”



“Well right now she’s one up on you but you could always redeem yourself.”



Mom smiles looking up at me and then turns back laying on my lap, “We’ll see.”



“You know what I think?” Mom says; ” I think Amber went that last time with a wet pussy and she hates herself for it. I don’t think that lady lubed her thumb up. Just the way you told it didn’t seem to be any time for her to.”



“Maybe.”



“Think about it. Look at me just now and how excited I got just listening. She lived it. It was a highly sexual situation and she had to anticipate it for a week. I get wet thinking about sucking your dick or your dad’s in about 30 seconds.”



“You think she wanted to suck his cock? You think she liked being used like that?”



“No I don’t think she wanted either one of those things but it’s still a sex act. Think about us. A simple handjob two years ago escalates to this” she says waving her hands around the room.



“Amber has had a similar experience and she’s trying to go backward and forget it. That won’t happen. She has to figure out how to live with it.”



As usual mom makes sense.



Mom sits up and scoots on my lap with her arms around my neck and starts seducing me. Kissing my neck and lips, sucking on my ear just slowly moving doing her thing while I enjoy it.



I feel mom take my hand and place it in her pussy. She doesn’t leave my hand alone instead she slides down to my fingers and pushes my fingers up her wanting me to feel her desire.



Mom whispers in my ear, “that story was so exciting. Half way through I started wishing it was me being treated like that.” Mom’s sucking on my neck like Amber does. I know she’s not going to give me a hickey though. She hates those things and is always griping about some kid she saw with a stupid hickey.



Mom’s pushing my fingers in her pussy continually,, like I can’t do it or something.



Placing her head by my ear she whispers, “I’ll be your nasty whore. You can treat me that way. I want to feel what Amber felt.” Mom runs her tongue in my ear leaving a wet trail.



My hand grabbed her tit as I caressed it gently pulling to the nipple. I loved watching her breast swell with my pressure the nipple visibly engorges and turns darker.



“Do it. I won’t complain.” She pleads into my ear. I can feel mom’s hand leave and move to my cock as she feels it through my jeans. “Shove this down my throat Jamie I want to be used like Amber was.”



My adrenaline is coursing through me. I want to so bad to do it, but don’t want to hurt her. I know this isn’t a game.



Not knowing what to do or say I force my mouth on her kissing her, wanting to feel her tongue and getting it.



“Are you sure? I’m not gonna stop if I start” saying as I pull her hair back really hard giving her a little taste. Her eyes bugged a little and her mouth fell open.



“Do it, make me your whore.” Mom had a challenge in her eyes as she said it.



Shoving her off my lap really hard, she fell in the floor and I heard a hurt grunt but she didn’t complain as she looked up at me.



I pushed her head down to the floor and slapped her ass as hard as I could POW!



I grabbed a handful of hair and yanked it back as far as possible very roughly. The surprise caused a panicked yelp from her but she held position and didn’t fight it.



“Your gonna get more than Amber got. I’m better than that fucker” I said pushing her back down and grabbing her hand. Sucking on her two middle fingers getting them wet I sent them to her ass.



“Fuck your ass for me” saying as I help her push them in her.



“Leave them there.”



Moving to her face I get my pants off as mom leans on her left hand with her other shoved up her ass just waiting on me.



I shove it in her mouth rough and fast like Amber complained about. Mom’s head reacted to it and I grabbed a handful of hair and held her firm. Watching Mom finger her ass is so cool. Eventually with my rough treatment she lost balance and they came out of her ass as she caught herself.



Grabbing her by the hair I pull it hard towards me until I feel my cock hit the back of her throat and I hold it. She’s instinctively trying to pull back and I pull her hair harder winning the battle as I hear her gagging. Pulling out she sucks in a breath and ramming it back in I beat her exhale. I sent it to the bottom and held it a couple of seconds and fucked her face hard up and down on my cock numerous times with a handful of hair.



She’s suffering and getting tired from leaning and puts her hands on my thighs. I slapped her wrists so hard. Just getting into the moment. I know it hurt like hell. She pulled them back and held her left one. I heard an animalistic whimper come from her.



Looking in her eyes I could just imagine Amber having to look at that nasty fucker like that and I’m ashamed I took it out on mom.



Taking huge handfuls of hair on each side of her head I pulled her down really slow just staring into her eyes and holding her in place for several seconds and then slowly pulling her up. Then repeating it. On the way up each time, I would go a little further teasing her with a breath. I did this several times and the last time held her until her arms started flailing to my thighs but she pulled back. Her eyes bugging at me was a plea for help and I pulled her off hearing an awful intake of breath.



I didn’t give her a break though for fear of cowardice setting in on my part and slammed her back down. I start some serious cum strokes with her head. Getting her lips just on my cock she knows what I want and firms up her lips giving me pressure. I fuck my cockhead through them and start cumming. Quickly pulling out I jack off with my right and maintain control of her head with my left wrapped in her hair. Her face accepts my cum without a choice as she’s taking in breaths through her open mouth.



After cumming I don’t rest knowing the moment’s not over until she cums.



I quickly straddle her back still standing as she’s on all fours.



Reaching down I Squirm my fingers into her pussy finding a deep swimming hole. “Your such a nasty fucking slut mom. You got the pussy of a whore.” I tell her as I push to the knuckle and twist a little.



I don’t stay there long though as the position I’m in has my cock dangling over her ass. Such a dominant position. I could fuck her ass so easily. I moved my hand up trailing a wet run to her ass and plunge in a finger. I send it deep and straight several times.



Adding a second one, it easily slips in as it’s well lubricated. My position of straddling mom’s hips is not escaping either one of us. I’m simulating fucking her ass using my fingers 3 deep now are reaming her ass to the knuckles. Her grunts and groans are music to my ears.



Pulling her hair back hard she’s counting ceiling tiles. She’s completely at my disposal and we both know it.



Verbally abusing her with “Come on fuck your ass” I feel her hips get into the game as she starts rocking on my fingers.



Mom finally accepted her task and was pistoning her ass on my fingers. My arm ceased moving as she did all the work far better than I was.



Back and forth she rocked, working her hole open. Every few times she would rotate her hips a little to feel her ring stretch.



“Is your pussy wet?” I just hear a low mumble and took it for a yes.



“Do you want to cum?” yanking on her hair a little asking. Again I hear a barely audible yes as she’s in pain.



“Well play with it, I’m not gonna touch the nasty thing.”



Mom tries to get a hand down put I’ve pulled her hair so hard she’s been on her finger tips trying to get a little relief. I can’t help but want it to be sore tomorrow, like Amber’s was, so mom’ll think about me every time it hurts.



I finally release her hair enough so she can abuse herself. Mom gets her right hand going on her gash and I hear her pleasurably moan as she runs her fist, up and down her slit.



I still have my fingers buried in her ass and start stroking them again and can feel mom’s action through her membrane.



“You like this don’t you?” mom just moans a little as she’s working it over good.



Watching her ass and pussy get abused I just cant help but admire her and break character saying “Your so fantastic mom.”



I release her head completely, giving her the comfort needed to close the deal. My experience tells me she’s close.



Mom shows appreciation for her freedom and eases to the floor, laying her cum covered face on her forearm as she starts her patented orgasm. She humped her hand seeking it’s satisfaction completely ignoring my fingers up her ass as they travel in and out getting a free ride.



She finally came and I held my fingers deep in her ass and could feel her ring contracting with her orgasm. What a feeling!



I finally pulled out and sat down against the couch. She got collected and crawled over to my leg and I pulled her up on my lap a little as she snuggled in.



“Are you still my nasty slut?” I whisper.



“Always.” She says with her eyes closed.



“You want some more?”



Mom smiles and leans into me. “I think I’m through for the day if that’s ok with you.”



“Your getting off lucky. I have to be honest mom, I loved using you like that.” leaning in I kiss her, getting her wet tongue.



Pulling off her mouth I look at her and say



“but the next time you ask for it your ass is fair game. You can’t expect rules in this. You understand?”



Mom opens her eyes and and stares at me. I think she’s trying to determine my sincerity. She finally just shook her head giving permission.



I guess the reality of her agreement caused her to stir. She started getting up, gathering her clothes. Getting back into the mom mode she said “You need to go see Amber and take her out. Don’t let her sit home and hide. Show her a good time and don’t be expecting anything. You don’t need it anyway, I’m here right?” She flexes her hip out and poses breaking a little tension.



“OK, I’ll go over tomorrow and talk to her.”



Pointing her finger at me she reminds, “Don’t forget, I get you for the next two or three weeks.”



“How could I forget? Name the time and place.”



Taking mom’s advice as usual I went over tuesday afternoon unannounced to Amber’s. I took a dozen roses and a goofy grin.



“Hey!” She smiled at me answering the door.







I missed you” I said walking in.



“I missed you too.” As she gave me a little kiss.



“Come on, get dressed we’re going out tonight.”



“I don’t know I’ve got a lot to do.”



“No you don’t, just put on some clean clothes I like you smelly anyway.”



She’s hesitating not giving in too easily.



“Come on Amber I really miss you.”



She smiles a little “Ok.”



I hung out with her in her room while she got changed and we talked.



“What have you been doing?” I asked.



“well I’ve been trying to find a summer job. It would have been easier staying at school and working.”



“you can drive a tractor with me.”



“Yeah right. We wouldn’t get any work done. I can just see all the crooked rows.” She says laughing waving her hand.



“hey why don’t you go to work for my Aunt Susan? She’s always looking for summer help.”



“At her husband’s surveying office?”



“Yeah they’re always busy in the summer. I’ll call her.”



“Ok sounds good.”



Going to the kitchen I called Aunt Susan and got Amber an interview.



“She said to go see her in the morning” I said as I walked back in seeing Amber in her bra as she put her shirt on.



“Hey thanks! Think she’ll hire me?”



“Definitely. I’ll have mom call her. She’ll get it done.”



“So what are we gonna do?” she asks heading out the bedroom door fairly quickly.



“How about a movie?”



“cool, you pick” as she is scooting to the front door.



“Hey” grabbing her by the arm. “Slow down Amber, I’m not here for sex. I really miss you.”



“That’s good to hear. I missed you too.”



Amber held my hand in the movie but she squirmed and fidgeted and seemed distracted. Half way through she leaned over and whispered, “can we go I can’t concentrate on this thing.”



“Sure.”



“Are you hungry?”



“Yeah but let’s do Sonic I don’t want to go in.”



We sat and ate a little and talked.



Amber finished and turned to me. “You wanna know what I really did the past two weeks? I ran. I ran about 5 miles a day.”



Looking at her I know Amber’s not a runner. She’s athletic but running for nothing isn’t her style.



“Cool” I said looking for the right tone.



She turned around and said, “I can’t get my mind off it Jamie. Everyday I wake up thinking about it and I get horny. My pussy just floods.” She says avoiding my stare. “I just take off running down the road until I cant’ go anymore and then I walk back. A couple of hours later it just starts all over again.”



“The thing is I haven’t ran far enough yet.”



Amber says pausing and choking up. “Every……Single……Day I finally give up and just orgasm picturing what they did to me. Imagining his nasty cock and cum and his wife fingering me!” She finally lets out in frustration, half crying.



“I don’t want to picture him, I want to see you!”



Sitting there I so want to explain how mom felt. That she’s not the only person to experience this. I just hope I have the words mom did.



“Amber, I’ve thought about this too. I know it didn’t happen to me but I’m a part of it. You’ve got to move on. Maybe it will change you but maybe there will be something positive out of it. “Change creates opportunites” I say smiling.

“that’s what my marketing teacher always says.”



“Amber it was a sexual experience and it was a powerful one you can’t just forget about.”



She sits there just looking down at the floorboard and finally says, “What if a part of me liked it?”



“Is it because you had no control?”



“A part of it. But just how nasty it was and I could cum from it. I keep playing it in my mind how I had a mouth full of his cum and how nasty it tasted. I could smell it. I couldn’t swallow cause his dick was still in my mouth and I cum with it there. The fact that both of them were absolutely so disgusting yet I could orgasm with them just freaks me out.”



“The thing is,” she says glancing at me “I cum so fucking hard.”



She looks away and continues quickly, “I don’t trust myself. I truly think if they were here right now,” she says pointing emphatically “I would do it again and I hate myself for thinking that.”



We sit there a little while and she scoots over close hopping in my lap. “I want you Jamie, you got to help me get control. I need your help. I know this is gonna change me, but if your with me I just can’t help but think it will be all right.”



What the fuck!! I’m thinking in my head. Is she asking what mom asked, just in a different way?



“Let’s go home” is the only thing I can think to say. I can’t jump to conclusions and screw up.



Halfway home Amber says, “In that movie, it hit me again. Visions of him. His stubby cock, how his cum tasted, even her face. I had to get out of there and now Jamie I gotta cum. Isn’t that revolting? “Feel it Jamie just feel it.” Grabbing my hand she jams it down her shorts.



Amber’s pussy is wetter than I’ve ever felt it. It’s well down her thighs. She’s been gushing for a long time. She yanks my hand back out and says;



“All I think about is His cock, His cum, His fucking wife’s thumb up me.”



Amber says keeping her eyes averted as she runs her hand down her shorts.



“Amber, I don’t think any less of you. If you want to know the truth you may hate me for saying this but I think your sexier than ever. I feel terrible about thinking that. Do you understand?”



She doesn’t acknowledge me as I can tell she’s getting lost in her moment as I see her elbow moving and her hips flexing.



I’m still driving down the highway and Amber pulls her hand out and strips her shorts off brazenly. Like she’s just given up and to hell with it. Her legs go on the dash and she attacks her pussy.



“Do you want me to do it?” I offer.



Amber shakes her head no. She attacks it with both hands working a couple of fingers in rapidly, fucking herself and working her clit over with the other.



I finally made it to the gravel road and pulled over as soon as I could. Amber was oblivious to where we were at. She was humping her hand freely. She took a hand out and worked out a breast.



I saw her abuse her nipple so bad I wanted to stop her. She pulled so fucking hard and twisted it completely. She grimaced while doing it and it seemed to add to her orgasm as she started cumming on her hand.



Amber came so fucking hard and her complete inattention to me was so fucking weird. She calmed down and looked at me. I have no idea what she saw on my face but I know what I saw on hers. It was pure evil lust.



She laid down on the truck seat and pulled her legs up grotesquely. “Come on Jamie, it’s yours. Look at it, how fucking wet it is” she said as she runs her fingers through it for effect. Come fuck it Jamie” she motions me with her hands saying ” Come on.”



I shed my pants and watched her a little. I guess she could see some type of caution in me she said, “It’s OK Jamie.”



That was good to hear. I raised up to her and she put her hands around my neck and pulled me down. My cock zeroed in without any assistance. It entered her so easily as we looked at each other.



Amber just stared at me with complete calm now on her face. She reminded me of how mom watched me. She didn’t move her hips as I started taking her, it was simply known between us that she was there for my need.



I fucked her with long strokes as she watched me satisfy my lust from her carnal show. I started cumming and she firmed her hips up to give me something to push against as she just held me to completion as I filled her up.



Raising up a little I saw tears in her eyes as she looked at me. “I know it wasn’t fair to you knowing I’m thinking about fucking that fat bitches’ hand and how I cum with a mouthful of her husband’s nasty cum. That’s why I didn’t want you to touch me. That’s the only reason Jamie.”



Looking me dead in the eyes Amber said ” I know this is gonna change me, but if your with me I just can’t help but think it will be all right.”



We kissed a little but all I could think about was how she was gonna change.







Mom has completely taken over the area between the barn and implement shed now. The distance between the two is about 75′ and the length of the buildings. The sun shines into the area about 5 hours a day and the rest shade. She’s going to turn it into her private oasis she said. She had dad’s farm hands plant hedge rows on the ends with maze entrance and. It’s still small but you can tell in a couple of years it’s going to be pretty. She has big plans always reading design books and drawing it out.



Kevin called me as he just got in from college and was gonna come over.



“Cool I’ll be here all day, I’ll call Amber I know she wants to see you.”



Amber came over first and was hanging out with me and mom.



“Are you glad to be home Amber?” mom asks.



“Oh yeah, everybody always says the first year is the roughest. I hope so cause I can’t imagine it worse. At least this big goober will be there next year to keep me company” Amber says kicking me in the leg as we sit at the kitchen table.



“You’ll probably be doing all his homework” Mom teases.



“Hey she didn’t do it this year.” I complained.



Mom smiled “I recall doing some of it.”



Amber came to my defense “I’ll do it for him” as she leaned in kissing me on the cheek.



“Kevin’s here” as I see dust flying out the window.



Amber runs past me out the door. I wasn’t gonna run to see him that’s not cool but she doesn’t care. Amber jumps on him straddling him and kissing him all over the face. This is my old Amber.



Kevin’s beet red, he hasn’t changed either.



We walked around our farm talking about the year leaving out the good and bad stuff. Kevin’s making straight A’s at Rolla engineering school and of course Amber’s got A’s as well. I’m the odd man out. Bs as I pat my chest. You guys over study.” I joke.



We made plans to hang out this weekend and Kevin left after a couple of hours.



Amber and I walked around holding hands and it felt good.



Amber half jokes talking about kevin. “Think he will let me blow him again?”



I laughed remembering Kevin’s discomfort. “Probably. What guy wouldn’t”



Then realizing she might not be kidding I asked, “Why, do you want to?”



“Maybe”



Thinking for a while as I hugged her, “is this part of that change you were talking about?”



Amber shrugged her shoulders replying, “I won’t if you don’t want me to.”



“I just don’t want to lose you.”



“Your not gonna do that. I just think about it sometimes is all.”



“I think your pretty fucking hot Amber, you got too much guilt.” I said as I pulled her in and kissed away her memory.



“Did Amber leave?” Mom asked as I walked in the house.



“Yeah” I said sitting down at the table.



“Everything all right?”



“Where’s dad?”



“No I’m not in the mood, Amber just left.”



“Not that! I wanted to talk to you and didn’t want him to hear.”



“Oh, he drove over to grandpa’s.”



“Well, Amber wants to blow Kevin.”



“Why?”



“Well, last year as a graduation gift she did it and wants to do it again and I think it has more to do with what happened at school than it does Kevin.”



“What’d you say?”



“I didn’t really answer her. I mean she’s totally hot and I love her and it’s so awesome doing that stuff with her but I don’t want to lose her somehow.”



“Well, at least she asked you and isn’t off doing it on the sly.”



Looking at her I realized that possibility for the first time.



“So your thinking I should let her.”



“Not necessarily just that if she really wants to, she’s going to. You all are at a point where you’re thinking long term and she may start wondering what other guys are out there and want to experiment a little. Has she ever been with another guy?”



“NO, just what we did with Kevin and her teacher thing.”



“well, I think if she asks again she is really wanting too and if you fight her on it no telling what will happen.”



“I don’t care if she does it with Kevin, I’m just scared. She said that school thing was changing her and she wants me to be ok with it.”



“Well you’ve got plenty of experience Jamie. The main thing is don’t marry someone you don’t trust.”



Looking at mom her face reddens and she looks at me.



“I’ve always been faithful to your father until you. You little shit!” She said smiling.



“Were you ever with anyone else?”



Mom looks at me hard for a while.



“Two. there were two before your dad and don’t ask I’m not telling. We’re talking about you and Amber.”



“Look, keep your eyes open, make decisions and live with them like I have” she says looking at me. “Now get out of here.”



I knew this talk was through and headed out.



Friday night Amber and I went out and she was so cool like old times seeing her laugh and hang on me.



In these small Missouri towns cruising and sitting on a store parking lot is the highlight of the night and that’s what we’re doing right now.



I should leave it alone but I really want to know what’s she’s thinking. Feeling Ambers ass as I pull her in I ask “so what about Kevin?”



“What about him?”



“You know what I’m talking about. Talk to me.” squeezing her ass cheeks.



“you think I’m a slut don’t you?”



“NO! I just don’t know where this is going.”



“I don’t either, I just get so excited wanting to do it again.”



“Then let’s do it! I’m making a decision.



“Are you serious?”



“Yeah, I love your blow jobs and I’m sure Kevin’s going to too.”



“Asshole. When?”



“Well, I’m gonna be super busy starting Monday on the farm you know how it is and too tired to do much else.”



“I’ll come over and keep you company at night.”



“Well how about tomorrow?”



“Where?’



“Mom’s garden. You’ve seen it. Complete privacy. Just say your coming over to tan and we’ll lay out with you.”



“Is your mom and dad gonna be there?”



“Dad doesn’t ever go in there and we



would hear his truck come up. Don’t worry about mom.”



“Okay.”



Amber wouldn’t touch me all night. Said I had to wait until tomorrow. She laughed all the way home.



“Hey mom” , Amber and I entered the house Saturday afternoon.



“Hi Amber”



“hi”



“Hey, We’re gonna use your garden if you don’t care. Amber wants to tan. Says she’s all ugly looking.” I joked as we headed out the back door.



‘Trying to be casual, “Yeah, Kevin might come but I don’t know yet. Just send him out.”



“Okay, I’ll tell him where you’re at.”



Getting to the garden I take a little time looking at it. Mom’s really got it looking nice.



“Why don’t we just do it tonight?” Amber interrupts.



“Cause I know Kevin’s going out to eat with his mom and dad and you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. We’ll just lay out and look at you.”



Amber has shed her t-shirt and is standing in a white string bikini not leaving much to the imagination.



Turning to me and kisses me she say “I’m ready, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.” I feel her tongue exploring my mouth. Moving my hand to her ass it doesn’t escape me how small hers is. I love cupping her cheeks.



She’s humping my leg a little. I can tell she’s horny as hell. I Ran a finger to her pussy and it slithered in so easily as she moaned in my mouth. She pulls back saying “you better quit.”



We laid out our towels and waited for Kevin. He got there about 30 minutes later and laid out on the other side of Amber.



I hadn’t thought about how to start this off.



Amber doesn’t wait for me after about 10 minutes of small talk.



“So Kev you meet any girls up there yet?”



“Some, not many girls in engineering school though.”



“Did you get lucky this year?” Amber asks laughing.



“Maybe.”



“spill it” I ordered Kevin.



“Oh, I met this girl the end of the year and we’ve dated a couple of months. She’s in High School up there and just graduated. I met her at a party. She’s pretty cool.”



“So how’d you get lucky?” Amber asks going for the jugular.



“Oh we kissed and I felt her tits. Not enough time left before school was out.”



“What’s her name?” Amber asked.



“Carmen.”



“You all still talking?”



“Yeah I think. I’m gonna call her next week. I just saw her a couple of days ago before I left.”



I simply was at a loss how to move this forward. We were friends but how do you say hey Kev, Amber wants to suck your cock? It just didn’t feel right.



Amber stood up and straightened her towel and got a coke out of the cooler. She sat on the end of her lounge looking at us.



“So Kev, you ever think about that barn?” Amber asks motioning with her head towards the barn. I broke out laughing so fucking loud and Kevin just grinned without raising up.



“A little.” Kevin replied.



“Well Kev, I’ve been thinking, I did you a favor now you need to do me one.” Amber said.



“What’s that?”



“I want to blow you both at the same time.” Amber’s looking dead at him with no shame, just a little smile.



Kevin turns and looks at me and I’m smiling,



“Don’t look at me, it was her idea.”



“Well I guess we could sometime.” Kevin stuttered out.



“How about now?” Amber says getting up and standing in front of Kevin’s lounger she stripped off her top.



“Uh ,sure I guess” as he looks at me for approval.



“Let’s go!” I said getting up and moving to them.



Amber’s on her knees as Kevin and I strip our shorts. She grabs both of us and starts jacking us pulling us to her.



“I’m gonna love this!” Amber says thusiastically.



Amber takes Kevin in her mouth and sucks on his head and back out just running her tongue up and down him. She’s jacking me with her left hand. She comes off kevin and takes me to the bottom quickly leaving a trail of spit all the way back up.



Raising up she just watched both cocks a while as she jacked us in unison. Stroking through her saliva, working us in the same manner top to bottom and around our heads.



The spit started drying and she took me back in sucking and relubing me. Pulling off she swallowed Kevin completely and held it showing him her skills. Kevin moaned and I know he was impressed.



She raised up and used her throat on kevin for several strokes and then back to the bottom where she twisted her head to get him completely down her and held it. Amber stayed down for the longest. It was strange going from action and movement to complete silence as Amber just held him buried in her mouth.



She finally pulled off kevin and breathed deeply. She inhaled me before I was expecting it. Her right hand is going crazy on Kevin and he starts moving his himp. Amber releases him completely. She wasn’t ready.



Concentrating on me she buries my cock in her throat and massages my smooth balls pulling them out with her hand and then face fucking herself. Her enjoyment of the situation was showing now, getting into her comfort strokes. I felt nothing but her tongue and mouth. Warm and moist.



Amber finally raised off and stood up. She pulled a couple of towels off the chairs and folded them up for her knees. She stripped her bottoms off and got back to business. Going down she grabbed us both again and swallowed me dumping a gob of spit. Then she pulled kevin to her mouth and jacked me off.



Her right hand went to her wet pussy and she spread her legs giving access. She fucked her hand while jacking me with her left and bobbing on Kevin’s cock for quite a while. She would relube me with a quick gobble but didn’t want to leave Kevin unattended. He’s really moving, about to lose it.



Amber pulls off him and swallows me as she is humping her hand like crazy now. Her left hand and mouth on me is making up for the inattention. Kevin is turning towards us wanting his end but she isn’t having it.



Amber finally pulled her hand out of her twat and grabbed kevin as she is still sucking me. She stays off his head but gives him enough attention to keep him on edge.



I’m feeling it now as she’s sucking my head like a straw I can feel the suction as she is pulling and willing it out. Amber released Kevin and used her right hand to start tweaking her nipples. She pulls her nipple harder and harder. I can feel her face tense from the pain of squeezing and turning it grotesquely.



Kevin loses it watching this and pushes forward as he starts cumming on Amber’s face buried on my cock. The first strand hits the right side of her face getting her attention.



She jumped on him leaving me hanging as she took his head in and milked him gently letting him finish. Her left hand kept me going as she tweaked and twisted her nipple.



Amber began smoothing her breasts milking it to the nipple and just pulling on it. She released Kevin and swallowed me up and down wanting her reward. Kevin’s cum is still on her face as she looks up at me checking me out. She is so fucking sexy! She switches hands, her right to her twat and her left started on her left breast quickly. She held me in her mouth waiting for me.



I start face fucking her wanting some action and she accepts it. I grabbed her hair like I know she wants and take off. I buried it in her and held and then back out as she mangled her tit and took my abuse. I pulled out and let my cock ram her face a second as she breathed and then back down she went. She was loving it and enjoying her abilities.



We started cumming at the same time and I could feel a river flowing down her throat. I finished before her, but left my cock in her mouth as she continued cumming on her hand. Her left breast attention sends her over the edge as she pulls that nipple and pinches it.



Amber finishes cumming and swallows her reward. Resting against me a little.



She finally pulled off and I helped her up. She collapsed in her lounger with a “Whew!”



Amber just laid there nude taking in the sun. Kevin and I got our shorts back on and popped a soda. Looking at Amber I motioned to her face. She still had Kevin’s cum on it.



She wiped it off and smeared it on her breast. Her towel was still on the ground. “it’ll dry”



she said looking at me. I smiled. I’ve heard that one before and In this same spot.



Kevin hung out a little while but started fidgeting and said he had to get going.



Amber got up and gave him a hug and kiss and I walked him halfway to the car.



Getting back to Amber she’s still on the lounger nude.



“I think you scared him.”



“Yeah, I got that too” she responds without looking at me.



I laid on top of her “You don’t scare me though” and started tickling her.



“He’ll get over it.”



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.



It was a Sunday afternoon and mom came in to the living room after we had finished lunch.



“All right who’s going to the movies with me? I’m not sitting her all day” She stands there waiting for an answer.



Dad doesn’t budge from the chair and his eyes don’t open.



“Don?



“What’s on?”



“Irreconciable Differences.”



“what’s it about?”



“This little girl tries to divorce her parents”



“Sounds pretty stupid to me, I’ll just stay here.”



“Not me” I said before my time came.



“One of you’s going. Who’s it gonna be Don.” Of course my dad pointed at me.



“Irreconciable Differences.” I said getting in the car.



Mom’s backing of the driveway. “Yeah goofball, I knew your dad wouldn’t go see that show.”

“So where we going?”



Mom looked at me smiling “Irreconciable Differences.”



“This movie must be terrible, nobody’s here.”



“No, it was really good. I saw it a couple of months ago. This is the last weekend for it.”



“What the heck are we doing seeing a movie you’ve already seen?”



She looks at me and just smiles handing me the tub of popcorn as she picked a side seat toward the back.



Looking at me mom says, “let’s just keep it light and fun this summer. Not quite as intense as the other day ok?”



Being somewhat slow at times, I stared at her until it soaked in. “Yeah that’s ok.”



Mom leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the mouth.



To be truthful I was a little disappointed and a lot relieved.



About half way through the movie mom moved her hand to my cock as she turned in her seat a little giving shelter. There was virtually no one in the movie. Several rows in front of us and down were a cluster and the other side of the theater were a small group.



Mom manipulated my belt without looking and got my cock out as I held the popcorn bucket.



She just held me, not hurrying in any way. Keeping her attention on the movie.



The fact she was so calm and unhurried was a rush! I was rock hard in just a few seconds as mom softly manipulated me.



No big hand movements, just gentle squeezes and a light flutter over me. Over The next 15 or 20 minutes she would back off or stop her massage when she heard me breathing heavy. It was inevitable that they were occurring with shorter and shorter intervals.



Mom moved her hand to my head getting her palm above me just using the edge of her hand and pinky. Slowly and lightly she milked me never taking her eyes off the movie. I cum with one small thrust of my hips into her palm.



She caught it all and just waited for me to finish. Wiping it on the rim of the popcorn bucket she sucked a couple of fingers clean and smiled at me. “Are you ready? Let’s get out of here” she said.



I ate mom out parked at the end of a nearby deadend street. We went fast and it didn’t take long. She pulled her jeans down enough for me to get my face in her. It wasn’t fancy she pulled my hair into her as she humped my face. We were in there and out in five minutes.



That’s pretty much how our summer went. Just quickies basically. For some reason mom had a change of heart about stepping up the intensity. Every moment with mom is always awesome.



I



may pass on some standalones about that summer with mom later, but felt this one was needed to explain our delay.



August 1984



I’m packed up and excited as I give dad and mom a little hug. Amber’s waiting for me to get her.



Dad doesn’t hang around long just gives me some money and tells me to study don’t be screwing around.



Mom’s keeping it together she’s the tough one really.



Getting in mom starts walking away and I wait to make sure dad’s getting some distance.



“Hey mom” I yelled and she walked back.



“I hope you don’t get mad at me but I made you a present.”



Smiling she asked ” what is it?”



“It’s in your closet behind your shoe rack in the corner. It’s private if you know what I mean.”



“Love ya” and pulled out before she could question me further.



I chuckled thinking she’s going to be so fucking surprised. One thing I’m good at is working with tools and fixing things. Been doing it all my life.



I took a John Deere tractor steel piston 4 1/4″ by 9″, ground the head to an oval and polished it to a smooth luster. Welded it on a plate base painted a bright red. It was a work of art. I just hope mom figured it out. It’s 1984 and I’m 20 years old, I wouldn’t have a clue where to buy a dildo and didn’t even think of it frankly, when I could make one.



It was mid October before I finally made it home. Amber and I were having so much fun with our freedom.



Mom would call me at school, putting the guilt trip on me, “I said you would just forget about us when you went to school” Stuff like that. I finally went home one weekend.



I only got about 10 minutes with mom on Saturday night. Mom and Dad both stayed up with me talking. They went to bed late, but mom got back up well over an hour later for a drink and I was in the living room watching a little tv.



Mom snuck in and tried small talk with “whatcha watching?” I got up and moved in quickly



Pulling her to me I ran my hand up her T-shirt and felt her breast loving her already hard nipple.



“I’ve missed you so much” I whispered in her ear.



“Yeah right” Mom says just letting me feel her up as she took another drink.



“Why haven’t you come home sooner?”



“Well, there’s been a lot to do.”



“That’s OK, your dad’s been more upset than me. You deserve it. You and Amber getting along?”



“Oh, Yeah.”



“Did you like my present?”



“Did you make that thing? It freaked me out when I saw that!” She whispered as I kissed her neck and kept up my attack on her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger.



Pulling back I looked at her, “Have you used it yet?”



Mom blushed a little “twice, It was pretty good. Worries me to death hiding it in my closet.”



I ran my hand down to mom’s pussy and she’s soaking wet.



“Stop” she said pulling off my finger. ” I can’t stay long, whip it out. I just sucked your dad I want to do you too.”



Mom liberally lubricated me as she went down several times. Then using her hand knowing that’s the grunt work, she stayed on the head with rapid strokes. She didn’t wander, speeding me there. Keeping her mouth on the end she continuously kept me friction free. Her rapid stroking takes away all control. I Involuntarily give it up. I blew in her mouth in just a couple of minutes. Mom didn’t release me until she was satisfied. Probably one of the fastest blowjobs ever. Mom gave me a nice French kiss for a few seconds and she was gone.



March 1985



Mom had gotten a job at the bank this past year to keep busy she said. With everybody gone it was lonely at home. Calling mom’s bank on a Thursday I had an idea. I hadn’t been with mom since Christmas break and it was just a short moment.



“Marilyn speaking”



“Hey, mom”



“Jamie, what’s wrong?”



“Nothing, hey I was wondering if you wanted to come spend Friday and Saturday with me at school. Amber’s going to a family reunion and I bet dad’s planting isn’t he?”



“Where would I stay? I guess I could get a room.”



“Yeah or you can stay with me, my roommate is going home.’



“Well let me talk to your dad, but I don’t see a problem. I’ll just leave from work.” I’ll call you tomorrow.



Mom called and said she was coming and would be there around six.



I paced the dorm entrance willing her to me. I finally saw her walking up the sidewalk.



“So this is a college dorm room huh” mom takes the tour of our two twin beds and bathroom condo.



“Have a seat” and we both sat on the bed.



Leaning over I give mom a kiss on the mouth not getting much of a response.



“The door’s open Jamie.” We had left the dorm room door open out of habit during the daytime.



“Ill close it.”



Reaching the door, a floor buddy came by, “Hey Jamie we’re all going to Dumerocs, you going?”



“Nah my mom’s in town.”



Getting the door closed mom asked what’s Dumerocs.



Well, I said smiling, it’s a strip club at Carbondale. I explained it had men and women strippers.



“Have you been before?”



“Yeah a couple of times before Christmas. Amber and I went.”



“Amber went!”



“Oh yeah lots of girls go.”



“To see the guys, I guess that would be fun if you were a kid.”



“Actually there are a lot of women that go to the women side as well. They close the men’s side at 10:00 to dance and women walk in and out of the women’s side seeing what it’s like.”



“Are they completely naked?”



“They have G-strings on but you can see everything usually.”



“The girls go crazy yelling and screaming. It’s pretty funny.”



“I would have loved to see that. Your dad wouldn’t do that for nothing.”



“I guess we could go if you wanted to.”



“Nah, I’m your mom, you would get some serious stares.”



“I’d rather spend time with you anyway as I moved in and kissed her exploring for her tongue that I love to suck on. Mom gives it to me letting me use it.



“Man I missed you mom I think about you all the time.”



“OH I bet Amber takes your mind off it.”



“Yeah, but I still think about you.”



“what do you think about” as mom kisses my neck.



“The truth, I think about how you acted at the cabin. How you wanted me to use you like a whore and you loved it” saying as I felt up her leg.



“And then you take it out on Amber I bet” mom says laughing and sitting up. It’s too early to get naked with all the hallway traffic. She’s practical.



“Sometimes I do and sometimes I use your panties.”



“What! You still have those, no way.”



“Yeah” I said smiling.



“Let me see em.”



Standing on the bed I reached on top of the closet for a manila envelope. “I keep them up here so Amber won’t find them.”



Tossing the envelope to her, mom pulled out the simple white cotton panties she gave me the beginning of summer.



“I can’t believe you” mom says as she gets them out.



“Oh my god Jamie these are nasty” as she holds them up. They are stiff and yellow from my cum discoloring them.



Getting kind of embarrassed I sit down by her and place a hand on her breast.



“How many times have you used them?



” Probably once a week during school, the summer a little more.”



“Look at the crotch”



Mom opens them up,”That’s sick Jamie” she says, feeling them from the bottom. “they’re stiff as a board. Remind me to give you a new pair when you come home.”



“Do you have any on now?”



Mom smiles “As a matter of fact I do”



Mom’s wearing a nice black dress above the knee no cleavage is showing. It’s a work dress, but her breasts are big enough to keep your attention anyway. Black hose and heels finish her out.



“Let’s hav’em” I said waving my hand.



Pulling her up by the hand I waited while she smirks at me knowing I’m not gonna give up. She reaches up and pulls down her panties and slammed them in my hand theatrically. They’re black this time and hands them to me.



We make out for a while just enjoyng each other. I Rubbed her ass and fingered her wet pussy a little. The noise in the hallway is continual as it’s about 7:00 and everybody’s horseplaying around and visiting each other.



Pulling my tongue out of mom’s mouth I said “Hey, I just realized something. There’s a small club for locals across the river. It’s only about 15 minutes away. Never been there but at least it’s not a two hour drive like to Dumerocs. If you don’t like it we can just leave and come back.”



“It’s something to do, it’s too busy here anyway right now.” Mom says.



“Yeah, I got to feel you though before we leave” saying as I run my hand up her leg to her bare pussy and get an invite as she spreads her leg for me. She’s wet and I enjoy it. Running a couple of fingers in her brings back so many memories.



I pulled out and shoved my fingers in her mouth letting her clean them. This excites every girl doesn’t it?



I’m on the 6th floor and we decided to walk the stairs. The elevator is an animal house.



With mom walking in front of me I get to watch her ass. I’ve always enjoyed it. I decided to play with her a little and on each floor landing I would stop her. Swinging her around we made out against the wall for a few seconds. She loved it. She gave me her tongue and I would feel her breasts through her dress. After a couple of minutes we would go down to the next floor and do it again. I got her leg up my hip and fingered her as she humped me for a while. She was really breathing heavy and then I pulled out letting her suck my finger clean as we stared at each other.



The third floor landing I knew was dangerous as most kids would run the first two floors. It was Much faster than the elevator. We could hear the doors pop so we would have time to recover.



I pushed mom against the wall with her legs spread and her palms on the wall as I felt her up and ran her dress completely up to her waist exposing her ass. Reaching under her I let my fingers roam her wet trench over and over just loving that it was because of me. I pulled her fluids back to her ass and just rimmed her with my finger as I kiss her neck.



Mom’s starting to subtly move her hips trying to will my finger up her ass. Don’t most girls do this? Wanting it in the ass at the beginning but too embarrassed to ask. I’m teasing her not going to give it right now anyway.



Whispering in her ear as I let my finger rim her ass a little deeper, “You gonna be a slut tonight?”



“Maybe, if you can get me horny enough” mom breathes into my mouth.



“Ill do my best” as I kissed her and pulled away as we headed on down the stairs.



We drove over the Mississippi and had a hard time finding the place on a dirt road in the middle of the woods. A real small building. Several cars in front but no one roaming the parking lot. Most vehicles were pickups.



“I’m nervous, are you sure it’s ok?” mom asked.



“Yeah, if we don’t like it we’ll leave. I heard it’s locals only. No kids go here, it doesn’t have a band.”



We paid a five dollar cover and went in. The music wasn’t very loud, the dance floor was immediately the center of attention with tables around it. I led mom to the far side away from some of the patrons. All were middle aged men. No women were present.



We sat and a waitress was prompt. I ordered a beer and mom a bloody mary.



“You ever drank a bloody mary?”



“NO, it was the only thing I knew” mom whispered to me.



“Your not supposed to be drinking. I thought they were supposed to check your age?” She nags.



We got our drinks and finally settled down. Mom was avoiding the stage mostly just glancing now and then.



A black girl was up there with big tits. She was about 6′ with thick thighs and ass. She was attractive in her way. She couldn’t dance a bit, but I think she was the novelty.



Next up was a small girl not much bigger than Amber’s roommate Brittany. She did a lot of squatting and swinging and rolling on the floor but other than the flesh scene, she wasn’t particularly enjoyable.



As each girl finished dancing to a couple of songs, she would hit the floor and visit with the customers like most joints. Just trying to earn a living.



I tipped the black girl a couple of dollars and she moved on while mom stole glances at her.



Next up was a pretty good looking woman I would guess to be in her mid or late 30′s. She was about 5’6 with a natural oversize set of tits for her slender build. They weren’t abnormal probably 36 D’s mom’s a 38D and she still had a lot of lift. Mom’s sagged slightly but were full with beautiful wide aerolas and brown nipples. This woman’s nipples were a light color.



She danced and was so far the best. She kept your attention and worked it well.



She came around shortly and we reordered drinks. She hung around our table talking small talk, weather etc. She was trying to determine our relationship. She sat by me flirting a little asking mom if she minded. Mom just smiled and kept up the conversation. I tipped her a ten and went to the restroom. When I came back she had moved over by mom and they were carrying on a real conversation. Talking about cooking at one time another about shopping as she loved mom’s dress. I couldn’t pick out the full conversation. She explained she moved here as she got released from a larger club as the guys generally liked the young girls. She came here and still makes enough money to warrant staying in the business. She looked around and said it’s just a bunch of old guys. Most don’t tip well or just want to ask you out or try to get sex.



I noticed she let her breasts brush mom’s arm and rest against it numerous times. Her nipples were hard and about an inch. They would brush mom as well. Mom never pulled back just kept talking to the lady like she knew her.



She told us her name was Connie. Her next rotation came up and she said I’ll see you later. She danced and paid particular attention to make eye contact with us and smile.



After her dance she worked the crowd a little and gave a table dance to a group. She ended with us and stood between us with her arms around both of our shoulders breathing heavy. We talked and she drank a glass of water.



Leaning down between us, she said “If you all are interested I would love to give you a private dance.”



I looked at mom hesitating, not for sure what she wanted. Mom didn’t appear to be objecting. I don’t think she knew for sure what a private dance was.



I just risked it and said “sure.”



We got up and entered some partitions with dividers and a bench.



Connie started on me dancing in front and straddling my leg leaning in with her hands around my neck staring into my eyes connecting and smiling. Connie kept her breasts centered near my face as she danced over my leg. She eventually turned around and laid against me taking my hands and running them over her letting me feel her breasts. I had glanced at mom a couple of times and she was just watching us and smiled at me a little I couldn’t make much out of it.



Connie kissed me on the cheek and went over to mom starting in a similar manner grinding on her leg. She took long thrusts up the leg and held her breasts with her eyes closed. She continued this each time going lower until her g-string covered crotch was on mom’s thigh riding up it’s length over and over. Watching mom she has her hands on each side holding the bench. She’s watching connie with a flushed face.



Connie places her arms around mom’s neck and is just staring at her with their mouths a couple of inches apart and Connie slowly just brushes her lips over moms’ and asks if that was ok.



Mom just nods and Connie does it again holding a little longer. She backs up and takes mom’s hands and places them on her outer thighs and guides them up her sides just shadowing and directing mom. Up her sides to the outside of her breasts.



Connie’s swaying to the music now sensually covering mom’s hands. They go to the upper chest above her breasts and connie guides them down over her breasts as she is swaying with her eyes closed completely into the moment.



Mom’s is simply staring at her hands with her mouth open looking at her hands.



Connie and mom massage her breasts for a while and then connie swings her leg over mom’s outer leg and lets her hands release from moms and went around mom’s neck.



Looking, mom hasn’t taken her hands off Connie’s breasts and is staring into her eyes as she just holds her breasts.



Mom has completely forgot I’m there. I am shocked at mom’s actions and so fucking turned on beyond comprehension. My cock is literally growing in my pants. I can feel it sliding under my jeans into position.



Connie’s position has her spread wide over mom’s legs and leaned down which is causing her breasts to swing freely and with mom sitting she’s just holding and cupping Connie’s tits.



Just as the song ends Connie moved into mom’s mouth and placed a wet kiss with tongue. It appeared mom reciprocated as I saw her throat and jaw participating.



Connie eased off and mom looked disappointed as she stared into her eyes and smiled as Connie said something to her.



Connie got off and walked by me. She bent down and whispered in my ear, “I don’t do this very often but if your interested in a more private dance after my next set give me a nod”



As soon as Connie left I turned and tongued mom as deep as possible and ran my hand under her dress getting to her pussy which is dripping wet. Mom spreads easily giving me access. I tweaked under her thigh and she raised it putting her foot slightly up the partition wall and I was able to gain complete access to her soaking cunt.



Breathing I asked mom “Are you gonna be my slut tonight now?”

Mom shoved her mouth over mine not giving an answer but was aggressive getting her tongue in my mouth.



Some people started moving in and out of the booths and we exited back to our table.



“What did she say to you when she left?”



“she wanted to know if we wanted a more private dance”



“What’s that?”



” I really don’t know.”



“What’d you say?”



“Nothing she just asked me to nod at her after her set.”



“Oh”



“Did you enjoy that?”



Mom looks at me coyly and smiles, “I never dreamed that would happen. It was so nonthreatening and erotic. The only thing I could think was I hope you weren’t getting mad.”



“No I wasn’t getting mad. It was so sexy beyond anything I was expecting.”



“She kissed so good” mom said.



“why don’t we do it and we can always stop it if we want.”



“what’s it gonna cost?”



“I don’t know, she didn’t say, I paid her twenty for that so probably double round up to fifty I’d say. I’ve got it mom.” I said, not wanting her to feel obligated to pay for it.



We sat there watching the dancers and making out a little. The other dancers started coming over smelling blood. I waved them off politely just waiting for Connie.



She came out and danced a couple that were similar to the others. She met my eye and I nodded to her and smiled.



She came over and walked by our table barely stopping.



“why don’t ya’ll follow me back here”



Trying to be as discrete and cool as possible I handed Connie the money as I passed her in the doorway.



“is that enough?”



“that’s plenty sweety, these guys in here don’t go near that much.”



We got in and she turned on a small stereo and locked the door.



“have a seat” Connie offered as she waved at three table chairs and we sat with her in the middle.



Connie leaned over and kissed me giving me her tongue a little just flirting it in my mouth.



Her hands rubbed my thighs teasing me the length. She came to rest at my crease and she lightly squeezed letting me know she was there. She stood up and sat on my lap facing mom and proceeded to kiss me and grabbed my hand leading it to her breast.



She pulled back and let me explore her breasts. Her nipples were long about an inch and reminded me of Ambers’.



She laughed a little and looked at mom, “he’s good at this. I love my nipples squeezed like that.”



“I think he’s had a lot of practice” mom replied just smiling as her hand is under her chin watching us.



“How long you two been together?” connie asks just carrying on a conversation with us as I play with her tits.



I let mom answer just playing with her breasts as I enjoyed her smell.



“Well, mom says stalling as she appears to be thinking; “a while. Not exactly sure” she finally stutters out..



Connie stands up and turns around with her ass over my crotch. She starts grinding on me as she lays back into me letting me feel her tits as she lays there and using her feet pushes and pulls her hips massaging her ass on my cock and it was feeling so good.



She finally stands ending us and turning, places her hands on the creases to my crotch and massages me as she leans in to my mouth with her breasts swinging freely. We kiss deeply a while and she pulls up and looks at mom. We all know this is really the show, I was just a warm-up.



She leans into mom and immediately kisses her deeply as her hands go to moms’ thighs and slowly pushes mom’s dress up as far as possible. Mom is sitting down so it won’t go to her waist. Her thighs are exposed. They are covered by black hose and end mid thigh showing the upper thigh bareskin.



+++Connie runs her hands up the outer thighs over her hips as she still kisses mom. Pulling back, She looks at mom and moans, “Mmm no panties.”



Connie moves one of mom’s hands to her breasts and continues her make out session with mom. Their mouths are moving freely now as well as their hands. Connies’ are all over mom’s head showing her passion. Mom’s are moving on Connie’s breasts loving her new toys.



Connie pulls off and whispers just loud enough that I heard, Can I touch you?” mom nods looking at her.



Connie unbuttons mom’s dress front slowly and gently pushed the far shoulder of the dress and bra strap off her. Going to mom’s tit she gently runs her hand down her upper chest and dives down slowly pulling the breast completely out. Connie holds mom’s tit testing the weight and ran her hand up and over enjoying the size and shape a while. She turned and begain making out with mom as they swapped spit. The enjoyed each other’s tongues as I saw both when the dueled.



Connie tweaked mom’s nipple and pulled it gently the full length. Mom looks at me to gauge me and I just look at her not feeling a smile is adequate.



Standing up suddenly Connie strips her g-string and straddled mom’s leg nearest me and using her hands on mom’s far leg and mine for support started masturbating herself on mom’s leg with her eyes closed. Mom and I just watched her as she worked her cunt over on mom’s thigh.



Mom’s hand was by mine and I picked It up placing It on Connie’s far breast and I took the other one. We both played with her breasts while she rode mom.



Connie speeded up her tempo and appeared to be enjoying it. After a few minutes she stopped and looked at us as we massaged her.



Leaning in to mom, connie raised up slightly and guided her tit to mom’s mouth. It was so erotic watching her nipple disappear in my mother’s mouth. Mom’s eyes closed as she nursed on the breast.



Mom broke contact and looked at me with moist lips.



Connie got her attention, “I bet he needs some attention don’t you?”



“Yeah he always needs attention.” Mom answers laughing a little.



“Don’t they all. Why don’t you do it?” Connie urges.



Mom looks at her with lust and says “OK”



I can see mom torn between me and having to leave Connie.



“Go on.” Connie urges mom as she stands away from mom.



Mom leans over and starts undoing my belt and slides to the floor for comfort. Getting my cock out she scooted between my legs and started slowly gliding over me.



Connie took charge a little and reached around, moving mom’s dress from both shoulders and it fell to her waist held up by the middle buttons.



Her breasts are free and Connie reaches around and plays with them both as mom jacks me off. This went on a while as we all just enjoyed the moment.



Mom finally committed and took me in her mouth pulling off and on lubing me up then got serious just sucking me off.



Connie lowered to one knee beside mom and I watched her pull mom’s dress up and laid it over her back. Mom’s ass was on display. Connie was so thoughtful about keeping her dress neatly laid on her back. Connie ran her hand over mom’s lower back and with her other hand massaged her hanging breast.



Mom’s intensity level was picking up on my cock as I felt her saliva increase reducing friction.



Connie runs her hand down mom’s ass cheek and went to the interior coaxing mom’s legs apart. Connie’s hand disappeared and I sensed when it touched her clit as mom’s mouth stopped working and I heard a moan from her.



I could see connie’s arm movement was starting to move aggressively.



Mom finally comes off my cock and lays her head on my lap as she takes Connie’s treatment. Her hand jacks my cock when she thinks about it but mostly is just holding it enjoying this first female touch on her pussy.



I see mom’s hips start moving and know she’s into it.



Connie scoots around where she is looking at mom, “I’m sorry I never asked your name?”



Mom’s laying there completely helpless looking at her as she fingers mom and she answers squeaking out “Marilyn”



“Marilyn, your pussy is so wet and inviting. I’m really enjoying this.”



Mom grunts out a “thank you” I thought that was so weird.



“Marilyn, are you going to cum for me? I would love for you too”



All I can think is this is so fucking kinky the way Connie is treating her.



Mom shakes her head, raises up engulfing me as Connie stepped up her attack.



Mom’s getting it from both ends and trying to give it as good. She’s swallowing me to my end and pushing on Connie’s hand now with her thrusts.



I start fucking mom’s mouth and she raises up slightly to accommodate my thrusting and I start shooting in her mouth. As soon as I did I could tell mom exploded on Connie’s hand.



I remember seeing connies’ arm pistoning slightly and I knew she had penetrated mom to another level as she started coming.



Mom and I moaned and thrusted as we came to our end.



Mom loved and sucked on my cock cleaning it up.



I saw Connie remove her hand and continue pressure on her nipple as mom regrouped herself and raised up on her knees.



C



onnie moved in and kissed mom passionately sharing the experience with her.



Mom stood and her tits are hanging out and her dress falls off her back when I grab her and show her my appreciation for her knowing this was a huge step for mom.



Connie left us as mom and I made out a little then pulled apart.



Mom and Connie started talking as I pulled my pants up. Mom’s tits are just hanging out along with Connies’ as they complimented each other and mom said she had never done anything like that before. Connie and her kissed and felt each other up a little and I just watched.



Finally Connie broke it off and handed mom something and said come back some time.



I kissed Connie as mom got dressed and we exited telling Connie we appreciated it.



Getting to the truck, I stopped mom and a little roughly, turned her back to me and ran my hand under her dress. She bent over placing her hands on the door and cocked her right leg out a little giving me access.



Her pussy had been so wet the crack of her ass was well lubricated. I didn’t play around and ran my thumb up her ass and two fingers to her pussy. I fucked both holes for a while in the parking lot with mom exposed.



Leaning over I kissed mom the best I could at that angle and whispered; “I’m gonna fuck your ass tonight you know that right?”



Mom’s humping my hand a little, “Yeah,” she said turning to me pulling off my fingers.



“I can’t wait. It’s all I’ve thought about all year.”



We got in the truck and made out a little but couldn’t wait to get back to the room.



Mom’s in the center of the truck cab with her dress pulled up to her waist as she lets me finger her. Her head on my shoulder.



Mom raised up about half way back and opened the piece of paper connie gave her.



“Look what Connie gave me.”



Looking down is a card with her phone # and a short note reading “call me”



“Wow”



“Do you think she is just wanting another job?”



“I don’t know. I guess you would have to call to find out. She didn’t’ give me one though and I’m the one she talked with about it tonight.”



Getting on my floor back at the dorm there were a lot of people hanging out coming and going and I had to introduce mom to several of my floor buddies.



Walking in mom went to the bathroom and I yanked the mattress off the bed and noticed the two panties still on the mattress.



Coming out, mom’s stark naked as she meets me in the room casually.



“Why’d you do that?” pointing at the mattress.



“The bed makes too much noise and bumps the wall, closet¸desk¸its funny. Everybody hears them once in a while and knows what’s going on.”



“Oh” mom says cautiously.



I stripped and we laid down face to face and just kissed a little looking at each other.



“You were so hot tonight” I said finishing exploring her neck.



“I can’t believe that happened. It was so erotic. My heart was beating so fast. I think I would have done anything she told me too. I don’t remember even considering saying no. That’s kind of scary. I felt sexier than I’ve ever felt.” Mom said kissing me offering her tongue.



“Is that the first time you’ve ever been with another woman.”



“yeah,”



“Have you ever thought about it.”



“Maybe a few times but nothing serious probably everybody wonders what it’s like.”



I pushed mom over to her back and ran my hand inside my pillowcase where I had a tube of lube and opened it up in front of mom squeezing a large drop into my palm, she’s just watching.



I ran my hand down her and she spread her legs allowing me access I went right to her ass and found It easily. She was still soaking wet. I rimmed her with my fingertip and quickly got it up her. In and out I worked the lube. Knowing it had to go deep to count. I worked two fingers in and twisted across the hole loosening her muscle. I squeezed another large drop out and started again on her ass working it in. I finally got three fingers going in her comfortably and she pulled her right leg up by the knee helping me out.



Just fingering mom’s ass was fun. Seeing the dirty panties, I picked them up and held them in front of mom’s face.



“Taste them” I said touching the crotch to her mouth. Her tongue came out a little and licked a while.



“I can’t taste anything they’re dry.” Mom said a laughed a little.



“Turn over,” I said making eye contact with Mom. She looked at me knowing she was about to lose her virginity to her son.



She rolled over and I placed her hands on her ass cheeks and explained how to keep them pulled wide for me.



Lubing up my cock good I rolled over and said, “suck on the crotch mom get it wet, you’ll taste it then” I said shoving them in her mouth.



Rolling on mom I lined up with her ass and fell forward with my palms resting on each side of her shoulders. I felt my cock at her entrance and in good position. I didn’t balk and pushed in quickly but not far. Mom didn’t move and firmed up her ass a little still holding her cheeks spread.



Going to my forearms I was able to let my weight push me in about half way and she tried to squirm out from under me a little but I grabbed her shoulders holding her still. A couple of seconds later I fell on her letting my cock bury up her virgin ass and she cried out around her dirty panties. I reached up and shoved a little more in her mouth pushing on them until she opened up accepting them.



I pulled and pumped gently getting her rectum into shape.



Mom’s just laying there with her head on the mattress. Her face is red and I know she’s uncomfortable as I bottom out in her and she her grimaces around the panties stuffed in her mouth.



I grinded on mom moving as much as possible as she took it for a while.



I wasn’t close to coming yet and knew I was smashing her so I pushed up extracting myself from her and her body seemed to sigh a little.



Pulling her back by the hair raised her to her hands and didn’t wait as I ran my cock through her crack. I felt my cock brush through her pussy trying to find her asshole. It settled in and I pushed up into her holding her hair for control. She grunted and grinded to escape and I held her still enough to slide back into position.



I can see her tits swinging freely as I punched her ass getting into a rhythm. Using her hair I held still and pulled her back on and off my cock. She was starting to breath heavy now..



“Oh, mom your ass is so fucking tight. I can feel you squeezing me.” I compliment her.



After using her a while I pushed her down and started seriously pumping her and could feel the start of my cum priming.



“Mom I’m gonna cum soon and placed my hand over her mouth holding the dirty panties in place and using her head for leverage. I pulled on her head and pumped her ass at the same time. Mom’s suffering and tired and that’s exciting the hell out of me watching her take it for me.



Pulling out to the head I short fuck her entrance getting my cum strokes and pushed into her, bottoming out as I started shooting up her laying my weight on her completely and holding it deep trying to mark her permanently.



Pulling the panties out now as my cum is friction free I can tell mom’s not going to cry out.



I kissed her nastily using a lot of tongue and she responded for all she was worth, showing me her love.



“Mom your so awesome.”



“You’re a little shit.” She said while I’m still shoved up her ass.



“Why’s that?” I said smiling a little playing dumb.



“Shoving those panties in my mouth.”



“I was afraid you would make some noise.”



“Yeah I’m sure that was the reason. OH here we go she says holding up the clean black ones over her shoulder. These would have worked too.” Mom says smiling at me.



“Could you taste anything?”



“Oh yeah after they got soft in my mouth it started tasting strong.”



“Did you like it?” I said kissing her.



“Yeah” mom said blushing a little “in fact I’m taking them home with me.” We cleaned up and snuggled.



Mom and I laid like that for a couple of hours not wanting to go to sleep and let the night end.



I would feel her up, finger her wet cunt that wouldn’t dry, tweak her nipples, kiss her neck and mouth. We would rest a little then start over.



A couple of hours just enjoying each other and it was apparent we weren’t going to sleep. We were just caught up in the night and hanging between orgasms.



“Jamie, there’s something I need to tell you and now’s a good time I think.”



Kissing her neck and not thinking too much I said “OK, what is it.”



“Remember this summer you told me about Amber wanting to blow you and Kevin?”



“Yeah”



“Well I ,uh, I watched that day you three were at the barn.”



I stopped and thought back to the day and I guess she was reading my mind.



“You told me to tell kevin where you were at, but I knew or suspected what was going to happen. You’ve never used my garden and you and Kevin have never tanned before that I know of, It was pretty obvious.”



“What’d you do?”



“I snuck around the far side and went up to the loft. It’s a perfect spot looking down on the garden.”



We laid there for a while with her back to me and and mom said, “Are you mad?”



“No not really, just wondering why.”



“I don’t know, it just, was impulse. It seemed like such a kinky thing I wanted to watch.”



“Did you like it?”



“UH HMM” mom said.



“Going there I was anticipating seeing two cocks at the same time but what really



surprised me was Amber. I just couldn’t believe how hot she was, how good she was at



handling you two. Her breasts are beautiful. She sucked you guys like a pro.”



“Yeah, we scared Kevin that day. It was a few days before he hung out with me.”



Mom laughed a little.



We had begun moving our hips together and mom finally turned over and I plowed a couple of fingers up her cunt and she bucked on my fingers warming herself up.



“Has Amber done that since?”



“No, there really hasn’t been an opportunity.”



“When I saw Amber stand up and take her suit off that day I couldn’t take my eyes off



her as she sucked you guys going from one to the other. I wanted to be the one sucking you guys but at the same time Amber’s body and actions was just holding my attention.



Mom straddled me and just sat there as I felt her tits. And she relaxed back on my knees.



“What did you like the best, feeling connie’s tits or her feeling yours?” I asked as I tweaked and pulled on her nipples.



“Both” mom says with her eyes closed enjoying my attention.



With her eyes closed mom explained, “When I touched her breasts it was so exciting and taboo. When she touched me her hands were so small and soft. So different from a guys’ sorry” she says smiling a little.



“But when she touched my pussy I exploded. It was like I was doing it myself only the touch wasn’t mine. She rubbed and pinched me exactly like I would do myself.”



Mom’s been sitting on my cock however being soft I haven’t been a threat. This talk is getting the blood flowing and I can feel myself rising through her wet pussy lips. I guess mom could too. She pulled her hips back and let me escape up to my chest. She leaned down looking at me and smiled “Your not getting that” and kissed me.



“That’s ok I’ve got your ass.”



“Yeah that’s yours.”

All characters are 18 years of age or older



*



Lawrence was beside himself with worry. He watched Elisabeth displayed on the large screen and felt nauseated by his shameful betrayal. She would never understand. He had demanded that Randy return the thumb drive and the photos but his boss had laughed at him. In desperation the young husband threatened to tell his wife everything. Randy had invited him to do just that pointing out that the email with her photos had come from Lawrence’s own desk to Randy’s and the collection of her purloined underwear in his desk drawer had all been provided by Lawrence himself.



“But this … this, this is like pornography…” he pleaded. “She looks like a total slut on that tape.”



“Yeah she does, but don’t tell me you didn’t like it,” Randy chided. “You knew the tape was rolling and you didn’t have any trouble shucking and fucking the little cunt.”



Lawrence winced at Randy’s description of his unsuspecting wife, but he knew it was true. Making her perform that way and knowing someone else was seeing her doing it was exciting for him in a most shameful way. Even the thought of the humiliation she would feel if she ever knew turned him on. But deep down he feared the consequences of losing her and knew he had to put a stop to his boss’s ever increasing demands. He tried to sound decisive and uncompromising.



“It has to be over now. I can’t do anything else,” he whined waving his hands. “What else could you possibly want? I’ve done everything you’ve asked!”



Randy smirked. He froze the frame on screen as Elisabeth orgasmed the first time.



“I want some of that,” he stated emphatically. “I want the little cunt wrapped around my cock.”



“That’s impossible!” spat Lawrence. “You’re crazy.”



Randy looked at the shaken husband and dramatically shook two white tablets onto his desk blotter. “Not impossible at all,” he grinned.



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Lawrence watched his wife towel dry her long hair. Her breasts shook with the vigorous rub and he marveled at the guileless innocence of his wife’s naked body. Her nipples danced invitingly on quivering globes and then disappeared behind the curtain of damp hair as she leaned forward and shook her tresses out. She looked the picture of innocence, not the horny little cunt that his boss had called her.



The recollection made Lawrence look guiltily toward the clock radio that had allowed Randy access to their most intimate moments. He swallowed hard as he thought of how mortified Elisabeth would be if she knew anyone else but her husband had witnessed her private performance. The thought stirred his cock.



The hairdryer fluffed her dark raven mane as she tamed it with the circular brush, coaxing soft waves to frame her pretty face. She paused for a minute to lower her arms and take a long pull from the steaming cup of herbal tea he’d brought her.



“It must be my taste buds,” she called out over the noise of the hair dryer, “it tastes a bit off. Maybe it’s been in the cupboard too long.”



For a moment Lawrence was afraid she wasn’t going to finish it. But with a shrug, she drained the china cup pursing her lips at the odd taste. A few more practiced passes with the brush and her hair fell softly over her shoulders. He watched her bend down to let her breasts seat in the satin cups of her bra then reach behind to fasten the little hooks. She rummaged in her underwear drawer for the matching panties and then muttered when she couldn’t find them. A pang shot through Lawrence’s gut as he pictured Randy pawing them and lewdly sniffing the crotch the day after she’d worn them last. The man hadn’t even the decency to put them away when Shelley brought them coffee.



Lawrence knew the secretary had seen them and she’d doubtless noted the deep red flush that had taken over his face as well. “Just go. Just go!” he was thinking, hoping she’d leave quickly. But she didn’t. She hovered around exchanging knowing glances with Randy and maintaining a cheerful smirk that had Lawrence shifting uncomfortably until the door finally closed behind her.



“Does she know anything?” Lawrence had hissed in frustration.



“Would you like her to?” Randy chortled when Lawrence glared out the window, too uptight to even respond. If Shelley did know what was going on there was no guarantee that Randy hadn’t told others as well.



Elisabeth’s voice dragged his thoughts back to the bedroom where she continued dressing. “Do I look okay?” she asked.



“Beautiful,” he muttered, scarcely wanting to acknowledge how good she really did look. Lawrence’s guilt peaked once again on the knowledge that it was Randy she was unknowingly preparing herself to meet.



She seemed a little wobbly as she put a hand on the wall to slip into her high heels. Lawrence could see that her pupils had begun to dilate.



“That tea…” she giggled and took his arm unsteadily as he led her out the door.



By the time they reached the hotel, she was noticeably mellow. Her cheeks had an unnatural flush and her movements were languid. The ingrained modesty that would have kept her knees pressed tightly together as she exited the car had left her and she gave the parking valet an unobstructed view up her dress as she slid out.



The maître de was expecting them and he led them through the crowded lounge to Randy’s table. Randy’s – and Robert Valdez’ and Ted Rolling’s table!



Lawrence was stunned to see two of his work rivals sitting alongside his boss and smiling smugly as he and Elisabeth approached the table. He looked hard and questioningly at Randy and the man’s gloating, self-satisfied grin sent a chill through his gut.



Elisabeth was leaning against her husband, tucked in the security of his long arm, uneasy in the company of the other men without really knowing why. She appeared to be a little bit drunk but Lawrence knew it was entirely the pills he’d crushed into her herbal tea. She’d had no alcohol as yet, but it would take very little drink to turn her from mellow to jello.



Randy was on his feet holding the chair next to him motioning for her to sit down. Lawrence reluctantly surrendered her hand. He sat away from her in the only other chair available. Randy solicitously helped her slide in close to the table and she seemed oblivious to the man’s hands lingering possessively on her bare shoulders. The young husband’s uneasiness grew when he caught the disquieting wink his boss exchanged with the other two men. It was clear that something was afoot between the three of them.



Lawrence hoped that it was mere coincidence that the two assholes he trusted least just happened to be here at the same time in the same hotel lounge, but the likelihood seemed remote. He looked across at Elisabeth trying to catch her eye but his lovely wife was turned toward Randy listening to his bullshit. She didn’t see Ted Rollings trade the nearly empty glass in front of her for a full one. Nor did she catch Randy’s conspiratorial nod. They were all in on it. He was sure now.



Elisabeth’s second drink was hardly finished when Randy proposed a toast and handed her a glass of white wine. Her husband could see that she was already struggling to focus and expected the plan was to get her totally shit-faced. Her pupils were already fully dilated and Lawrence suspected there was more than wine in the glass she was given. It took her a long time to answer even the simplest question and her voice seemed strained, her words slurred.



He watched Randy take more and more liberties, trailing his hand across her back, letting it fall onto her thigh to play with the growing expanse of leg that was showing. Lawrence could feel the other two watching him to see if he’d react. It was humiliating for him to sit by and say nothing while Randy played the role so obnoxiously.



The hem of Elisabeth’s dress had migrated above her stocking tops and Randy trailed his finger across the bare skin that was showing. “Don’t you to wear a garter belt with those?” he asked her facetiously. Elisabeth looked down at her own lap as if trying to comprehend what she was showing. She made a half-hearted attempt to cover herself and mumbled “They’re thigh highs. They stay up themselves.”



“What about your panties?” he asked. “Do they stay up too or do they come down easily?”



Elisabeth looked bewildered by the question but Randy got the laugh he wanted from Ted and Robert.



“Well?” he pressed as if the question had been serious. “Tell us about your panties Elisabeth. Do you ever take them off for Lawrence’s friends?”



She looked toward her husband, her eyes pleading for his support. Lawrence could tell that his wife wasn’t comprehending. She knew it wasn’t right to be talking this way but her thoughts were plodding and confused. Randy’s voice seemed hollow and disconnected from his grinning face. In her struggle to focus on what he was saying the rest of the dining room shrunk to a microcosm and she was only vaguely aware of other people.



Randy was easing her dress up as far as it would go and Elisabeth seemed unable to gather her thoughts to stop his progress. “Oh, oh, oohhh! Look at those,” he clucked lifting her dress to show her panties to the other two grinning men while she clung to his wrist in dazed disorientation. Robert quietly fished an ice cube from his glass and dropped it on the bare skin above her stockings. She squealed in surprise and unthinkingly spread her legs to retrieve the melting ice. Randy’s hand had cupped her sex before her sluggish thinking could object. Her panties were already damp from the attention he’d been paying to her thighs and he easily pressed the moist fabric into a noticeable camel toe.



Elisabeth moaned in either protest or pleasure but Randy’s sure fingers found her clitoris and the pleasurable distraction stilled any delayed objection from her muddled brain. For the moment, the pleasure center overruled her rationale thought and Lawrence was astonished to see her legs open wider on their own. The silky crotch of her peach-colored panties darkened quickly as her sex responded with an abundance of lubrication. She was holding Randy’s wrist with both hands now but not to push him away. Clearly the pleasurable sensations overwhelmed any lingering need for modesty.



Lawrence had never seen her respond with such abandon or get hot so very quickly. His surprise was answered when Randy turned to the other two and grinned broadly. “That stuff in the wine really worked. She’s as hot as a firecracker. She’ll do anything we want.” His hand worked steadily between her legs rolling her clit between his fingers and making her pant with arousal. Her panties were soon soaked through and wet enough that his teasing and touching made squishy noises as he played in her private place. With a knowing wink at Robert and Ted he asked her to take her panties off.



As confused as she was, she still had enough common sense to show some reluctance. A second request brought a moan of uncertainty from her, not a refusal, but a bewildered plea for the last shred of her modesty.



“Can’t you feel that they’re wet Elisabeth?” he badgered, knowing she wasn’t able to connect the dots in her mind. “You shouldn’t sit there in wet panties,” he admonished, pushing the hem of her dress up higher onto her tanned belly. “Just take them off while nobody’s looking,” he chuckled, amused that her befuddled mind was struggling to sort out right from wrong.



Lawrence slunk down lower in his seat grateful that their table was shielded from other patrons by a row of bushy plants. Still, he worried that someone would overhear or pass by and see what was going on so near to them.



“Take them off Elisabeth. Take them off now,” Randy went on with more authority in his voice. The other two joined in the coaxing.



“Nobody’s looking,” Robert assured her facetiously.



“Yeah. Quick, do it now! Lawrence is right here and he doesn’t mind,” Ted chimed in.



Randy had a grip on the bunched up fabric of her skirt and was tugging it up at the back until she was sitting directly on the faux leather seat exposing all of her panties and the bare flesh above her stockings. “Tell her to take them off,” Randy growled, looking at her husband.



Lawrence couldn’t say the words but, to his shock, he watched his wife lift her bottom off the seat and tug the peach nylon and lace down over her buttocks. Her thighs scissored to let the delicate garment pass over her knees and she lifted one foot at a time to pull her panties completely off. The dark ebony curls between her legs were a shadow in the dim light below the table, but wedged in between Ted and Randy in their dark corner of the restaurant, her bare bottom was hidden from the view of other customers.



Randy retrieved the panties and spread them out on the table. They were not as wet as he’d led Elisabeth to believe, but her mesmerizing scent clung to them. A giddy Randy shamelessly pressed them to his nose before handing the lacy treasure to the other two to let them appreciate her intimate scent as well.



It was alarmingly obvious that Randy wasn’t going to be content with just having sex with her himself. He seemed determined to show off his control over her and her hapless husband, making her embarrass and humiliate herself and her spouse in the process. Elisabeth was too far gone to notice or object and Lawrence was in no position to intervene. He knew he was powerless to thwart Randy’s plans without unleashing consequences that would surely cost him his job, his security and his wife.



Ted and Robert were delighted. They would have been content to pour drinks into Lawrence’s wife until she passed out, but Randy wouldn’t hear of it. He wanted her just the way she was, coherent but helpless. He could see that the pills he’d had Lawrence give her had slowed her thinking and he knew the white powder they’d been slipping into her wine would make her horny as hell. She was a fox and they were going to enjoy her.



Elisabeth took Randy’s arm as they left the bar with Ted on her other side. Robert had the room key and led the way to the elevators with Lawrence trailing behind. There was no way for him to stop the inevitable without implicating himself in what led up to them being there in the first place. The distraught husband lagged a few steps from the rest, not wanting to appear to be part of their group but not wanting to be left behind either. He slipped into the elevator as the doors were closing and rode in silence while the others took charge of his wife. She seemed aware of their inappropriateness but unable to assert her objections. There was a time delay as her brain processed what was happening and her normal moral filters were incapacitated by the warm fog that permeated her perception.



When Randy kissed her deeply, Lawrence could see Elisabeth’s open-mouthed acceptance of his boss’s tongue. While not oblivious to her husband’s presence, she seemed not at all concerned that he was watching. The crudity of Randy’s language seemed acceptable to her and the liberties he took touching and fondling her in front of the others didn’t appear to offend her. In that moment, it seemed to Lawrence that she surrendered to it willingly and it was only when his own guilt welled up that he had to accept that her inability to resist was because of him. He had delivered her to this moment beginning with that very first vacation picture in her bikini that he’d let Randy sneak under his blotter. Every step of the way from that day to this he had hoped it would end; each demand would be the last and Randy would let him live and work in peace.



The hotel room was unremarkable with an-over stuffed couch and chair in a sitting area, a credenza, a TV and king-sized bed against one wall. But, standing on a tripod at the foot of the bed was a video camera that dispelled any thoughts of future deniability or that this was intended as a once-only occurrence. Lawrence’s stomach sank. He wanted to shout Stop!! and rescue his wife from what Randy had planned but the realization that he was in too deep squelched the idea as soon as it formed.



Randy was enjoying being the ringmaster in the sexual circus he controlled. It had gone beyond using Elisabeth sexually now. He wanted to humiliate both the young married woman and her husband. Enjoying Elisabeth sexually would be great, but doing it in front of a helpless Lawrence made it even better. There seemed to be no restraints on his exploitation of them as he had proof of Lawrence’s complicity that would keep him in line. Every step further that he took drew the young husband deeper into the quick sand of culpability.



Elisabeth stood unsteadily in the middle of the room unsure as to why they were there. There weren’t enough places for all of them to sit unless someone was going to sit on the bed. All of the men except Lawrence were taking off their jackets and ties and Robert was fiddling with a camera. She wanted to sit down in one of the chairs but Ted kept her standing until Randy called out to her to undress.



She felt the zipper on her dress being lowered and made a clumsy grab at preserving her modesty. The strapless bodice with its built-in bra sagged quickly from her unrestrained breasts and she clasped the top to her chest in an ungainly save. Ted’s hand had cupped the cheek of her behind and was fondling the firm flesh while she struggled to process what was happening.



“Take your clothes off Elisabeth. Show the boys what you’ve got,” Randy ordered again.



She stood dumbfounded until he barked at her sternly “Get your fucking clothes off!”



Helpless and confused, her glazed eyes met her husband’s looking in vain for his intercession but when Randy prompted him to, he slowly reluctantly gestured for her to proceed. Hopefully she won’t remember any of this he thought.



With shaking hands she found the zipper on her dress and drew it the rest of the way down. Somewhere, deep in her addled psyche, she knew it was wrong, but she felt compelled to do as she was told. The garment slipped off her arms and drooped down onto her belly. The cool air of the room felt like an alien caress that brought goose bumps out on her exposed flesh. Her nipples were already distended into little acorns. They throbbed with a sensitivity that she could feel all the way to her privates. Ted’s hand immediately groped her ample breast and, tweaking hard on the nipple, made her noisily catch her breath.



Lethargically, she pushed the bunched garment off her hips and stepped out of it as it pooled around her feet. Her long legs looked beautiful in dark stockings. The pale smooth skin above called attention to the triangle of dark hair that nestled between her shapely thighs. A momentary flicker of self-consciousness crossed her face and her hands lingered awkwardly in front in a belated attempt to cover her pantyless sex.



Randy’s eyes glittered with smug satisfaction. Her body was even better than he had imagined. Having her undress in front of them while her husband looked on was a special kick. The kind of innocent naïveté that she exuded as she obediently took off her clothes whet his appetite to humiliate them both. His fingers rolled a small vial of liquid in his pocket. The powder in her drink made her mellow, but he knew a few drops of angel fire on her clit would make her wild.



“Shake your tits for us.” Robert encouraged and the young wife rocked her upper body until her breasts jiggled and swayed for the camera.



Ted had already undressed and stood behind her pressing himself against her buttocks as his hands took possession of her breasts. She drew her breath in sharply when he pinched hard on her distended nipples and her hands covered his in a silent plea for him to be gentle.



Lawrence heard her squeal and stood to intervene but a look from Randy made him retreat to the overstuffed chair.

Ted groaned as he hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He didn’t have to go into work today, but he wasn’t particularly motivated to start the day either. He’d gone to bed forty-six years old and woke up forty-seven and felt rather blase about the whole thing. His sex life was practically non existent, his wife gone nearly ten years, and a single daughter who was getting ready to leave for college.



On any other birthday it would be Emma who’d be waking him up with breakfast in bed, something she’d done every year since she was twelve (and of course she did get better at it as time went on), however this week she was gone, at her college orientation. In many ways he wasn’t ready for her to head off to college, but he knew he had to be strong, as she wasn’t just giving up being daddy’s little princess, but she would have to give up her best friend Bailey too.



Emma and Bailey had lived next to each other their whole lives, but didn’t really become friends until the passing of Emma’s mother. Over the last ten years Ted watched as the two girls formed a bond as strong as sisters–it’d even be arranged that if something would have happened to him that Bailey’s parents would have taken care of Emma.



But now for the first time since she was eight, Emma and Bailey would be separated, each girl going to the school that was the best for them. But that meant a lonely forty-seventh birthday, and of course no more seeing his daughter’s ‘Best Friend Forever’ in skimpy summer clothing.



The doorbell rang and Ted sat up, unsure of who would be calling this early in the morning. On a typical day, only the newspaper would arrive by now, but then again this wasn’t a typical day. A sigh escaped his lips as he lumbered out of bed, dressed in boxers and a bathrobe and made his way down to the front door.



He opened it and looked out–the paper was there as expected, but also a plan manilla envelope. Looking at the envelope with curiosity he picked that up and forgot about the newspaper, shutting the door before tearing open the envelope.



Once opened, he reached inside and found three things: a stack of pictures, a letter, and a DVD. He set the pictures and the DVD down without looking and unfolded the letter to read it.







“Mister Rikard,



It has come to our attention that you have been without the pleasure of a woman for several years. We are also aware that it is your birthday today, so we are giving you a gift–there is of course a catch. Enclosed with this letter you will find pictures and video of a girl who lives next door named Bailey Heron in some very compromising and personally embarrassing situations.



Since shortly after she turned eighteen, we have been gathering this material. She is already being blackmailed by us into providing some of the material you’ll find on the DVD, and is aware that someday we would take her webcam blackmail and bring it into real life. Today is that day and you’ll be the instrument of that blackmail.



So until midnight tonight, when she comes over you will invite her in and then blackmail her into sex. We are aware that you are not working today and she has no plans. You are to take full advantage of the situation, enjoying her however you would want to, mostly in your bedroom in front of your computer, but other places are acceptable too.



We have already gained access to your computer, and would be disappointed to learn if you didn’t take advantages of some of the fetishes that you enjoy exploring on the internet. Also because of this, if you don’t cooperate, we will plant material on your computer indicating you as the sole blackmailer.



As stated, she knows this is coming, so feel free to show this letter to her. She should be most cooperative at that point.



Remember, we will ruin you if you don’t comply.”







Ted stared at the letter in disbelief for several minutes before finally setting it down. He looked over to the stack of pictures and picked it up. He only looked at the top picture and could tell it was from her house, probably from a webcam as the letter described. Bailey sitting in a chair, completely naked, pulling at her nipples. He cringed in embarrassment for the girl he’d watched grow up, but couldn’t help but notice the stirring in his boxers.



He looked to the envelope again and saw there was a fourth item inside. Once he fished it out he groaned again, a 100mg Viagra pill wrapped in plastic. He took several deep breaths then sat down, needing time to think, to try and figure things out.



Time passed, perhaps an hour as he tried to reason through the situation in his mind–the DVD and the pictures drawing his glances every once in a while. He was tempted, how could he not be by this girl twenty-nine years younger. Before he knew it, the doorbell rang again and he instantly knew it was Bailey.



He put the manilla envelope over the pile of its contents–save for the letter, and went to the door. As soon as he opened it Bailey yelled out, “Happy Birthday Mister Rikard.”



Ted couldn’t help but grimace a little at the girl, but he thought for a moment about sending her away before finally saying, “Come in Bailey, and thank you.”



Bailey didn’t hesitate at all as she entered the house she’d spent quite a bit of her youth in. Ted couldn’t help checking her out, in her shorts and tank top, with a bikini as underwear. Bailey was a pale, freckled redhead who generally wore a lot of sun screen in the summer. As soon as he closed the door she rounded on him with a hug and a smile. “Emma wanted me to give you that hug since she couldn’t, and wanted me to make you breakfast.”



He cringed a little and looked down at her as she broke the hug. “That’s great Bailey, but before you do that, we need to talk.”



Bailey couldn’t help but notice that he sounded a little odd, and with a look of concern on her face she made her way over to the couch. “Is everything alright Mister Rikard?”



She knew she could call him Ted, but her parents had raised her to be respectful of her elders so she’d always addressed him so formally.



“Yeah. I mean, no, not really.” He couldn’t find the words so he did the only thing that made sense to him. He just handed her the letter.



Ted sat down and watched nervously as the girl read the letter. It seemed to take her a long time, as though she was reading it several times just to make sure. Finally Bailey looked up and said, “I was afraid this would happen.”



He was surprised. He doubted that the letter was genuine (even though the pictures were obviously). With a bit of concern he asked, “So what’s going on Bailey?”



The teen let out a long sigh. “Well, as you know for my eighteenth birthday I got a new laptop. Well, it wasn’t brand new, my parents couldn’t afford one this year. Apparently where ever they got it, someone had already hacked into it. It started out simple, apparently they got pictures of me in my room changing and stuff like that, then one time they got a video from afar of me on my bed masturbating.



“From there the blackmail really started. They made me perform for a video once a week, and every night about ten minutes before I went to bed I had to pose for a photo in whatever way they wanted. I’m sure the pictures come from those.”



She looked hesitant for a moment, wondering where they might be before Ted spoke up. “I only saw the top one Bailey. I haven’t looked through them or the DVD either.”



The expression on Bailey’s face was one of forgiveness. “Thank you Ted for being considerate, but I suppose it won’t matter since you’re going to get to see and feel a lot more of me than the photos and videos would provide.”



Ted was stunned into silence for a moment–’did she really just say that?’ he wondered to himself. The fact that she actually used his first name was completely missed by him. “Are you saying you’re going to go through with it?”



She stared at her best friend’s father with an incredulous look on her face–he was about to stammer in response before she finally said, “Go through with it? I don’t see what choice we have? They’ve threatened to ruin you if you don’t, and who knows what they’ll do to me if I refuse.”



Bailey stood up and looked to the front door. “I’ll be back in ten minutes Ted,” she said, heading to the door and exiting the house without waiting for a response.



To say the wait to see if Bailey was returning, or if possibly cops would be knocking on his door was rather agonizing for Ted. On the one hand, he’d watched Bailey grow up from a kid into a very cute young woman. And sure while he’d try to catch glimpses of her body in revealing clothes or swimwear when he could, he never actually thought about fucking the girl.



His front door opened and Bailey returned, now with a backpack in hand she quickly set on the couch. She returned to the door and closed it, locking the deadbolt as well. She looked at Ted and took a deep breath. “So I brought my laptop over–so that way if the blackmailers are paying attention they can see the first bit of things to know we’re both cooperating.”



She went back to the backpack and reached in, pulling the laptop out and setting it up on the coffee table. The computer sprang back to life as she opened the lid. Ted wasn’t sure what instant messaging program it was she opened, but saw her quickly type “We’re complying” to someone and hit the send button.



“So how do you want to go about this Ted?” Bailey said. “I know these people, they’ll want me naked immediately, but we can either get right to the sex after, or I can still fulfil my promise to Emma and cook you breakfast.”



Ted was still stunned at the turn of events. He looked away from the girl and mumbled, “Breakfast.”



He didn’t look back up until Bailey reached out to his face and brought it to look at her own anger-filled one. “Look Ted, we don’t really have a choice here. You think I like that they made you the other target of this scheme of theirs? Not just no, but hell no. Emma’s a sister to me, and you’re like a second father, and now I’m being forced to fuck you for the rest of the day. This is going to change things between us, and probably make them awkward for a while Ted. But I don’t want you implicated in a blackmail scheme, and the last thing I want is all the pictures and video they have getting sent to people I know and care about.”



“I know you don’t Bailey,” was all Ted could reply.



“I just want one favor from you Ted,” Bailey said, her expression changing from the angry, ranting face to one a bit more worried and unsure.



“What is it Bailey,” he asked tepidly, the change in her expression catching him off guard.



She inhaled a deep breath and held it for a moment before slowly exhaling, a slight waft of the peach lipgloss she was wearing reaching my nose. “From now until I can leave as instructed, please don’t see me as Bailey, Emma’s best friend and girl you’ve watched growing up. For the rest of the day I’m just some dumb whore who you’ve been given to fuck however you want. I know these people, and if you try to take it easy on me because you care, we could both be screwed. So I’m just some girl whose only job is to please you. Can you please do that for me Ted, just forget I’m Bailey and do this right so we won’t get in trouble?”



Bailey’s voice started to crack at the end–looking more closely Ted could see that she had tears welling up in her eyes. He hated the situation, but he understood what she was asking–to detach her body from the girl he knows. He knew there could be only one response.



“For you Bailey, I will.”



Bailey stepped back, a faint hint of a smile on her face–possibly the last he’d see for a while. She looked right at Ted and said, “So sir, would you like me to strip, or do you have some other idea for getting me naked?”



Ted closed his eyes. He promised Bailey that he would ignore that she was his daughter’s BFF, and that was what he was going to do. He knew she was scared of these blackmailers, so he was going to uphold his end of the deal. After all, he’d hardly gotten any over the last ten years, might as well try to enjoy this one shot at a day filled with carnal pleasure.



“Kick off your flip-flops and come over here and kneel before me, hands over your head.”



For just the slightest second he saw Bailey’s face betray a sense of surprise–then perhaps one final smile that he was indeed doing as promised before he saw her kick off her flip-flops and move closer to him. Bailey did as ordered, kneeling before him and putting her hands over her head.



Ted’s hands reached under the tanktop she wore and just felt her belly for a moment. In most ways Bailey was your average teenage girl–she was skinny, but without tone or definition. He knew from seeing her in a bikini before that she had just the right amount of babyfat left for his taste and now he was getting to feel it. His hands squeezed a little bit, feeling how her muscles were just barely below the surface, but enjoying the softness of her skin provided by her lack of well-defined abs.



He closed his eyes for a moment as he ran his hands over the soft flesh before finally dragging his hands upward. He enjoyed feeling her sides, only brought back to reality by a slight giggle from her–apparently she was quite ticklish. He opened his eyes to watch as he adjusted his hands to grab the tanktop and pull it up over her head and off her body.



Bailey’s bikini top was one he’d seen her wear before–black with strings tying behind her back and her neck. Ted had to debate for a moment how he wanted to reveal her breasts. Finally his hands reached out toward her side and slid underneath the fabric of the bikini top, gripping her firm breasts from the side and pulling them out of the top.



Gazing them finished making him hard. He’d always seen her breasts in bikini tops and got quite an eyeful of skin, but having them completely exposed, seeing how pale pink and tiny her nipples were as opposed to only hints. He kept his hands gripping them, feeling how they perfectly fit his hands. Ted couldn’t help himself as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, causing her to gasp.



“I take it you like having your nipples played with Bai…” He stopped, remembering the deal. “Slut?” he changed the word to.



She nodded to him and he grinned. “Excellent. Reach back and untie your top, then put your hands behind your head.”



Ted continued to squeeze her young breasts and tease her nipples with his thumbs while Bailey worked to remove her top. He still hated that he was being forced into this, but he was starting to see the perks of just rolling with it and doing as he’d been told.



When she was done untying the bikini top it fell onto the ground and she placed her hands behind her head, pushing her firm and perky breasts out. Ted removed his hands at that point to just gaze at the fleshy orbs in all their glory, a tad surprised at how far her nipples were sticking out now that they were hard.



He knew he could just stare at her tits for hours, but there was plenty more to unwrap and experience. “Stand up slut,” he barked, falling a bit more naturally into the dominant role the more he felt and saw the eighteen-year-old.



Bailey stood up, her face betraying no reaction–she was obviously not considering this to be as if she were a lover, but seemed to be taking it solely as something that needed to be done. He reached up, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts and tugging them down her legs, revealing the matching black bikini bottoms he had expected to see. The girl naturally stepped out of the shorts once they were on the ground and kicked them aside.



Giving into the temptation became much easier for him now that only a little bit of fabric stood between him and seeing this soon-to-be college girl completely naked. He looked at the string ties on the side of her bikini and knew exactly how he wanted to do it.



“Alright slut, I want you to turn around and bend over, hands on the coffee table and spread your legs.”



To her credit she complied without batting an eyelash, turning around and spreading her legs to either side of his before bending over and putting her hands on the coffee table–her ass in his face. Ted wasted no time in reaching out and untying the right string–the bikini bottoms falling open to reveal most of her right buttcheek. Even though he knew she was pale, he was still surprised by the difference in skin color from her legs to her ass, and suddenly found it a bit weird he didn’t see that with her tits.



He wasted no time in undoing the other tie and letting the bikini bottoms fall to the floor. Ted’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning as Bailey’s most intimate of intimates were on display a mere foot from his face. Sure, he’d seen plenty of teenage pussy lately watching porn, but to have it right before his eyes was something he hadn’t experienced since he was a teenager himself.



Almost instinctively his hands reached up to grab her ass firmly, spreading her cheeks so that nothing was hidden from him. In Ted’s mind he cursed himself for not having a photographic memory as he studied every detail he could. He couldn’t help but smile as he realized he missed the very subtle transition between normal skin and her outer labia–he would have missed it entirely if her inner lips weren’t so prominent. His eyes lingered over every wrinkle and fold of the soft pink flesh as though he were looking for a flaw–the closest thing he found was the realization that the way her pussy naturally splayed open as he held her separated meant that Bailey was no virgin.



Ted really couldn’t help himself as his right hand released it’s grip on her right cheek and his fingers drifted over–his curiosity got the best of him and he wanted to know if this was a turn-on for her as much as it was for him. If Ted thought his cock couldn’t get any harder he discovered that he was wrong as his probing of her velvety opening by his index finger yielded that Bailey certainly was wet.



It took a lot of willpower for him to not just take her then and there, but his hand reached back up to spread her once more as he leaned forward, burying his nose against her pussy and inhaling her scent. Ted knew if he dropped dead this instant he’d die the happiest man in the world, but there was so much more to experience even in just this one day.



He finally leaned back and let go of her. Trying to push the fact out that this girl was like a second daughter he said, “Have a seat slut.”



Bailey did as she was told, sitting down on the coffee table instead of a chair–it was the only way she could properly face him.



“I’m going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer honestly,” he told her. “Are you a virgin?”



She shook her head, “No sir.”



“Have you ever given head?”



“Several times sir.”



“What about received it?”



“No sir, never.”



He was a little surprised, but he continued on. “What’s the oldest guy you’ve been with?”



“Twenty.”



“Have you ever had anal sex?”



This was Bailey’s first hesitation on a question, but the girl just took a deep breath and said, “No sir.”



A rather large grin overtook Ted’s face now–anal sex videos were one of those things that the blackmailers were probably talking about with his proclivities. His former wife was a rather vanilla woman, something he wouldn’t have changed for anything, but in his older age he definitely found a desire to explore more taboo ideas.



“I think it’s time for breakfast,” he suddenly blurted out again.



The teenager stood up and nodded, looking at the laptop for a moment before making her way to the kitchen. “Why don’t you sit at the table and I’ll get to work,” she suggested.



Ted did so, angling himself so he could watch her work. Cooking was nothing he found particularly glamorous, though it had a slightly different look to it when it was a naked girl doing it. He didn’t pay attention to what she was cooking, or even how long it was taking her to do so–there was just something erotic about being served in this intimate way.

He was only snapped out of his trance once he realized that she was bringing breakfast to him. She set the table only for him and had a plate full of sausage, eggs, pancakes and toast–all done just the way he liked. When he realized she didn’t set a plate for herself, she simply waved him off. “I already ate sir.”



The moment of truth came for Ted–he knew he couldn’t just simply eat and have her sitting or standing naked before him, he might as well get something out of it. Looking at the girl and debating, he decided on his course of action.



“Alright slut, I want you to get down on your knees and give my balls a tongue bath. Once I’m done with breakfast we’ll test how well you can suck cock.”



With that he knew he was committed, his relationship with his daughter’s best friend could have survived just the way it was until this point, but the line was finally crossed. For her part, Bailey said nothing as she knelt down before him. He stood momentarily, allowing her to pull his boxers off for better access. He knew he’d been rock hard for a while but he’d never seen his cock look so angry and purple with lust. Precum was already oozing from the tip–Ted couldn’t remember the last time that had happened by itself. What he found most surprising was that Bailey didn’t seem phased by seeing his cock at all.



There was no smile on the girl’s face as she nuzzled in between his legs so her tongue could get at his balls–that was the only thing Ted found disappointing about the whole situation; he wished that she had been doing this because she wanted to, not because some creep was forcing them into it. Ted violently shook his head–what was he thinking? He didn’t really want Bailey doing this at all. Or did he? Was Ted actually letting his lust take over unabated?



A resounding yes was the answer in Ted’s brain as Bailey’s wet tongue made it’s first contact with his balls. He had completely missed that she managed to move his cock out of the way so she wouldn’t brush against it as she positioned herself. He was probably missing a lot of things as he just concentrated on the feeling as the tip of her tongue explored every ridge and every wrinkle of his sac.



Ted spent about two minutes with his eyes closed just enjoying the feeling before remembering that he had a breakfast in front of him to eat. A wide grin covered his face the entire time he ate his meal–the girl dutifully did what she was asked and didn’t stop for one second. Of course there is only so long a guy having a girl almost nearly thirty years younger licking his balls can go before he wants something more. Setting his fork down he finally looked down at the girl and said, “It’s time.”



“Shall I do it here, or would you like someplace more comfortable?”



He started shifting himself in the chair, aiming to get up when he felt it–a tightness he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager himself. Having her here, naked, tonguing his balls had built up an anticipation he hadn’t experienced in decades–Ted found himself hurting from blueballs. He could only muster, “here.”



Bailey nodded and licked her lips as she looked over his shaft. Any last chance that this was just a wonderful dream evaporated as her right hand grabbed the base of his cock to steady it. Her lips parted as she leaned forward and the head started to disappear into her teenage mouth.



He wasn’t really sure how much head she had given, but he was surprised when she got the whole head inside without actually touching it. Her lips finally made contact with the shaft just past the head–the girl pausing to look up to see Ted staring rather intently at her. The teen let go of his shaft, closed her eyes and leaned in, taking more of his rock hard cock into her warm, wet mouth.



Now Ted had never purposefully imagined what it would look like if Bailey were to suck his cock–she was too much like family for that. There were times, however, that in a dream the image came across, and her head in his lap, her perfectly-pink-lip-gloss-covered lips trailing down his shaft looked even better than his dreams ever depicted it.



There was a slight problem though that Ted quickly realized–he’d been so hard for so long that he was bursting to cum. He dug down deep, trying with all his resistance to just enjoy this feeling for what it was, to hold out as long as he could–but when Bailey flicked her tongue across the bottom of his head as she started to withdraw Ted lost any remaining semblance of control and shot the strongest wad of cum into the teen’s throat that he had in years.



Bailey was caught slightly off guard by how quickly she had made him cum, but she handled it like a champ, starting to swallow on the second shot, playing catchup as her mouth still worked the shaft. Ted’s hand instinctively reached for the bottom of the chair and he held on, just riding the most powerful orgasm he’d had in decades out.



He didn’t keep track of how many shots of cum he had just fed to Bailey, he just knew the ache of both his balls and of a cock that was ready to jump off his body had subsided. Even as he grew soft Bailey kept him just barely inside her mouth, her tongue sliding along the head to gather any remaining cum that hadn’t shot out naturally. Finally after a long minute of Ted’s breathing heavily, she removed herself from him and stood up.



Still catching his breath, Ted watched as Bailey went to the fridge and started searching through it for something. He knew he shouldn’t have been surprised when she came back to the table with a can of the energy drink that Emma and her drank a little too regularly–neither girl needed the extra energy in reality. However, he did betray a look of surprise when after opening it she handed it to him.



“I figure you’re not done yet. You have got to keep your energy up.”



Ted took the drink from her and glanced at it before finally taking a sip. Reflexively his face cringed as the vile drink hit his tongue. “I don’t see how you girls drink this stuff.”



“You’ll find we’re not picky about what we’ll put in our stomachs Ted,” she said with a wicked grin on her race.



His eyes still ran up and down Bailey’s naked form as she stood before him. She was right after all–it was rather weird to think about it, that odd little realization that his cum was in her stomach, slowly being digested by her. His cum, in the stomach of an eighteen-year-old. The euphoric high he was on was enough to quash the taste of the energy drink as he started gulping it down.



Bailey had started looking around, her eyes darting to the backyard. “You know, it’s about the perfect time of day to go out and get a little bit of sun.”



“Good idea, you’re right, I need a little time to recover anyway.” He felt a little pang of guilt. “Sorry about um…”



Bailey started laughing–she knew instantly he was about to apologize for cumming so fast. “I take it as a compliment. Besides, I’m sure once we get you rested you’ll last much longer next time.”



With a bit of relief he finally finished off the energy drink and stood up. “To the pool then.”



Bailey nodded and went over to her backpack and fished out a tube of sunscreen. With a smile on her face she confidently walked out to the pool area.



Ted and Emma’s backyard had high enough fences, and enough separation from the neighbors that the only way one could see into it would be via intentionally trying to spy. Bailey had spent enough time swimming in the pool and in the yard in general that she had no worry about privacy. Ted followed her out, watching the swaying of her hips and the wiggle of her ass as she walked. As mad as he wanted to be that he was being blackmailed into doing this to someone who was practically a daughter, a large part of him wanted to thank the blackmailers for the experience.



Once out on the patio she waited for him to sit in one of the lounge chairs. He still had his bathrobe on which alleviated the need for a towel. Looking up he wondered what the girl would do next.



“I take it you’ll want sunscreen too?” she asked rather casually. “Would you like to put it on or would you like me to?”



“You can apply it to me Ba–slut,” he told her, correcting himself.



“Any particular way?”



“Something sexy, erotic.”



Bailey nodded as she stood next to him, pursing her lips as she tried to decide how she could and should fulfil the request. The surprise Ted had that she was still doing this even without the webcam watching subsided as he thought about her experiences with the blackmailers–she had probably done enough that if they felt she didn’t do her side of the bargain they’d make her pay. He knew that if the blackmailers had been monitoring what he was watching online, then she still had a few tough challenges ahead of her.



A giant smile appeared on Bailey’s face once more as she leaned down, crawling onto the deck chair with Ted, straddling him once more. She sat naked straddling his stomach as she opened the sunscreen tube. Raising the bottle to her face, she turned it upside down and squeezed, covering her tits with the white cream. For just a moment he was confused as she was letting the sunblock pile up instead of spreading it around.



The teen set the tube on his stomach and leaned forward, her plan becoming obvious as she maneuvered her tits to his face. Very carefully she rubbed her breasts against him, trying to keep the lotion away from his very wide eyes. It certainly was erotic in Ted’s mind, the girl applying the sunscreen with her soft, supple breasts. The only problem was that the method wasn’t practical for long.



After only a minute of rubbing her breasts all over his face she retreated, bringing her hands up to finish spreading the sunscreen over his face. As she leaned back further she scooped the rest off her breasts and started applying it to his neck. The next several minutes were a new experience for Ted as she rubbed the high SPF lotion into his body. Once she got to where she was sitting she stood up and turned around, straddling him a little higher on his chest as she continued rubbing down his body–giving Ted an eyeful of her pussy and the tiny little rosebud of her anus.



Even though the girl was rubbing her hands all over his legs, he only had eyes for the sight in front of him. When she started to crawl off he was a bit disappointed until she moved into a deck chair of her own.



“Would you like me to lotion up myself or would you like the honors.”



Ted jumped out of the chair with the speed of a much younger man–there was no way he could turn down the opportunity to rubdown a teenage girl.



For her part, she laughed at his exuberance. “Front first, I’ll turn over and you can do the back later.”



He wasted no time in bending over the girl, rubbing some cream on her face–that wasn’t his real focus though. With her fair skin it was essential that he apply the lotion properly, and yes he made sure to do that. Finally though he reached her breasts and couldn’t help but grin. He squirted out a large dollop of sunscreen on each of her nipples; she shivered slightly as even in the heat of the day the lotion had a coolness to it.



His hands reached down to cup her breasts, using his thumbs to spread the protective cream over her nipples first. To no surprise he felt the pink nubs stiffen. Finally Ted had to abandon all pretense and he moved his palms to start rubbing the lotion all over the incredibly soft fleshy orbs. He enjoyed every moment feeling her nipples brush against his hands as he squeezed and toyed with the flesh, but he knew it was time to move on.



As he worked more of the sunscreen into her stomach she had to grab the chair and hold her breath in order to keep from laughing–Ted made a mental note that Bailey was ticklish, not that he’d ever get to exploit it after tonight. He kept on working his way down her body, avoiding her mound for a moment, instead focusing on her inner thigh and her legs. Once more Ted had fun as he got to rub her pussy–even though it was all about protecting her. He didn’t even really concentrate on applying coverage properly, he just liked rubbing his hands across one of the more intimate areas of her body.



Ted gave up after about five minutes, looking to Bailey a little sheepishly.



“Don’t worry Ted, I’ve never put sunscreen there myself, so it’s okay. Go ahead and relax, I’ll need more help in thirty minutes or so.”



Doing as he was told, he sat back down to watch and to wait. Eventually he closed his eyes for a power nap, figuring that any energy he could recoup would be more than worth it in the end. Instantly he woke up, unaware of how long he was out, but the shock through his system as her tongue once more licked the head of his cock made him more awake than he had been all morning.



“I’m ready for the backside now.”



Once more he was happy to honor her request as she laid down naked on her chair. As he got back to rubbing the lotion into her skin he cursed silently under his breath–a sudden wish for a jar of honey dust overcame him.



“What’s wrong?” Bailey had evidently heard him.



“Nothing, nothing at all.”



Like her front half he decided to save the best for last, working her back, arms, and legs first. His path took him back to her perfect little ass. As he started rubbing the lotion onto it he felt the contrast between the soft skin and the firm muscles underneath. Soon he was trailing the greasy sunblock between her cheeks.



Suddenly he stopped, pulling his hands back. Ted looked at his right hand, noticing how greasy it was from the sunscreen. His hands returned to her ass as his left hand spread her left cheek, and his right hand moved along the crevasse of her ass. When his index finger reached the pucker of her asshole Ted froze for a second–before finally applying pressure, forcing his finger to enter her ass.



Bailey let out a noticeable gasp.



Ted, concerned, questioned her. “You Okay??”



She hesitated for a moment. “Yeah, sorry, you just surprised me. I’ve never had anything in my butt before.”



“Okay.”



Ted couldn’t help but smile–the way she used butt instead of ass. His finger pressed further, sawing into a hole far tighter than he could ever imagine. He went slow, closing his eyes and just embracing the feeling as Bailey’s most forbidden hole wrapped tightly around his finger. After pulling out he pushed back in, slowly starting to saw his finger in and out of her ass. He listened as her breathing changed every time he pulled out and every time he sunk back in.



With his eyes closed he started picturing the rest of the day–he knew what the blackmailers would expect, and he knew he might as well get some enjoyment out of it. Finally he pulled his finger completely from her ass and got up to sit back down in his chair. As he got comfortable again, he noticed that his erection had completely returned–sure, it was flirting with growing this entire time, but finger-fucking her ass got him ready.



It was another half-hour before Bailey started to move again.



“I’m going to go for a swim, want to join me?”



Ted thought about it and shook his head. “Nah, I’ll just watch for now. But after, we’ll need to make sure to take a shower to clean off the chlorine.”



Bailey looked at him with a curious gaze, but just smiled and nodded before jumping into the pool. Ted watched her swim–not unlike how he’d watched her swim in this pool before, but never with her naked and him with a raging hard-on. He didn’t pay attention to how long she swam, but he could only smile as she came to the edge of the pool and pushed herself up over the lip and climbed out.



“Time to clean up,” she declared proudly.



Like when it was time to apply sunscreen, Ted quickly extricated himself from the chair. He followed Bailey into the house, again watching her walk. This was going to be unfamiliar territory for the girl–as far as he knew, she had never been in his bedroom, nor his bathroom.



“Should we grab the laptop?” he asked curiously.



“Would the camera pick up in the bathroom?”



“If we keep the door open and the fans on it should, yes.”



Bailey nodded and he moved back to the kitchen to grab the laptop. He followed her upstairs as she went to his room. The girl glanced around before seeing the entrance to his master bathroom. As she stepped in, Ted could see the look of surprise on his face. He never talked about it, but he was well enough off–he made sure that the house and his master bath were comfortable.



The large walk in shower with clear glass windows and multiple shower heads aimed for the body, with a very nice removable massage shower head up top. As Bailey was looking at it, Ted set the laptop down to point at the shower before heading over to the control panel next to the shower. Hitting the button, he set the temperature to a comfortable one hundred five degrees. She jumped as the jets suddenly sprang to life and the fans turned on to help remove any steam buildup.



“Wow, this is a very nice shower Ted.”



He shed his bathrobe and motioned for the teen to step in. As she stepped into the water she let out a rather audible hum.



“I wish I had something like this.”



The grin that hadn’t left his face grew just a little wider as he stepped into the shower behind her. Grabbing a bar of the soap he started to rub it along her back. She raised her shoulders, trying to provide him some easier access, and with his free hand he guided her, turning her to face the spraying jets.



“Mhmm, that does feel good,” she cooed.



While none of the streams of water were hitting her erogenous zones, it was close enough to illicit a response from her. He kept on soaping further and further down her back until he reached her ass.



“Alright slut, spread your legs and lean forward.”



She didn’t hesitate, doing as he asked her–sticking her ass out in the process. As the water from the primary shower head washed the soap down her back he brought the bar to her ass and started rubbing it up and down her crack. As the bar worked against her recently finger-fucked ass, she took a deep breath.



“Please be gentle, this will be a first for me.”



If there was any point in the process that Ted was going to feel guilty about the situation, this had to be it. As it was, that tight little hole, just inches from his cock as he lubed it up with the bar of soap was just too much for him–his lust was in control and he was about to get something he’d been dreaming about for a long while.



Ted moved behind Bailey and set the soap bar back on the tray. He reached down to her hips and his hands slipped as he tried to grab on. He let out a little laugh as he grabbed a little more firmly. He moved closer, placing his cockhead against her soaped up asshole. Looking down at the teen, he pushed forward at the same time he pulled on her hips, slipping into her eighteen-year-old ass.



Bailey let out a cry as he held the head of his cock in her ass. She started to breathe deeply, yet rapidly, using her breathing to try and reduce the pain. Sympathy was lost on Ted for the time being–he finally had done what she asked. He didn’t see the girl whose rectum he was invading as a daughter-figure, she was just some girl he had to fuck.



His newfound lust taking control, he pushed further into the teen’s ass as she braced herself against the wall. He was pulling her onto his cock as well, but for a moment he thought she might be helping. Pulling out of her ass was followed by pushing in further. He only had one goal–to bury his cock to the hilt in the ass that was tighter than anything he had previously experienced.



Stamina was finally on Ted’s side. He was so close that finally he paused with just his head left inside her ass and with all his strength he pushed forward with his hips while pulling her back onto his cock. Her cry was much louder as he buried himself completely in her most private of spots. It was heaven to him, but the cry from her snapped him back to reality.

He didn’t want to acknowledge it, and the only way he could think to avoid that was to just hold still in her ass. He knew that anal sex wasn’t supposed to be comfortable right out the gate for a woman. He didn’t want to stop now that he was inside, but a part of him wanted her to find some enjoyment in this.



An idea struck Ted. Still buried to the hilt he reached up and grabbed the massaging showerhead and set it to pulse mode. His left arm wrapping around her torso, he brought the head down, pointing it at her pussy.



A loud moan of pleasure escaped from Bailey’s lips immediately–he definitely found her pressure point. He held the showerhead in place as he pulled out again. The girl’s moans of pleasure continued as the showerhead pulsed repeatedly over her clit, driving him wild as he started to actually fuck her ass.



From what he could tell, any pain she was still feeling from being buttfucked gave way to the pleasure she was experiencing. As her breathing became more rapid, so did Ted’s thrusting.



“Squeeze my tits,” Bailey suddenly yelled out.



Ted was so taken aback by it he stopped fucking and just held her. In his slackening, the showerhead stopped massing her pussy.



“Wait, what?” he asked.



“Point the showerhead back right, start fucking me again and squeeze my tits,” she replied through clenched teeth.



He heard the teen loud and clear this time, another loud moan informing him he got his aim right again as he started thrusting into her ass with renewed fervor. His left hand reached up to grab her right breast, fingers pinching the nipple as he felt her shudder beneath him.



“So. Close.” she panted.



Ted squeezed her breast a little harder and leaned in as he tried to pick up the pace.



“Cum for me slut, cum from your first assfuck.”



He could never be sure whether it was the squeezing, or the dirty talk, or the showerhead itself that did the job–as soon as he said the word ‘assfuck’ Bailey let out another high pitched cry. It wasn’t like the cries of pain, it was something raw, animalistic, followed by more cries as her whole body shook with orgasm.



Ted dropped the showerhead, the rattle as the metal impacted against the marble echoing through the bathroom. Both arms wrapped around the cumming girl, he grabbed and squeezed both her tits as he drove into her ass as rapidly as he could. The undulating of her body, her cries of pleasure, and most importantly her ass seeming to squeeze around him as she came finally set him off as he plunged deep into her ass and felt himself cumming once more, his own loud grunt joining with her moans of pleasure.



After his outburst this morning Ted wasn’t sure how much he was really filling her ass with cum, but that didn’t matter. His right hand ventured down to her pussy again, trying to find the little nub that the showerhead had done such good work on. Finding it he rubbed it furiously, hoping to extend her own orgasm even as his subsided.



It could have been just seconds, or perhaps it was minutes or even hours, but eventually the two blackmailed lovers came off their respective highs. Pulling out of her they both collapsed to the tiled floor of the shower, catching their breath as the water still cascaded over them.



Ted looked around the shower as Bailey was practically laying in his lap. Besides the pulsing showerhead he noticed the bar of soap had fallen to the floor as well. Grabbing the showerhead and the bar of soap, he started to get a lather going again. Thinking about it for a moment he frowned and set both back down.



“Go ahead and finish showering. I’ll be downstairs.”



He began untangling himself even as Bailey looked at him confused. She didn’t say anything when he grabbed a towel and started drying off. Standing herself, she watched as he left the bathroom and headed out back to the main part of the house.



When Bailey finally finished showering and headed downstairs, she saw Ted sitting on the couch wearing the bathrobe. Remaining naked, she sat down in front of him on the coffee table once more. “Everything fine?”



Ted nodded slowly to her in response.



“Liar,” she teased. “Seriously though, what’s wrong?”



He shook his head and looked away from her.



“I feel kinda bad Bailey. I let my lust and desire take over and didn’t care if it hurt you.”



A look of understanding appeared on her face and she smiled warmly to him. She stood up and moved to sit in his lap.



“Look, I know this is tough for you. It’s tough for me too Ted, but to be honest, I’m glad you did.”



“Why?”



“Because, it meant that you were doing what I asked, trying to disconnect our having sex from how you view me. You know I consider you a father, and I’m sure you consider me a daughter. There’s no way for this to be easy for either of us. But at the same time Ted, I think it’s best if we try to make some good of a bad situation. A little enjoyment is at least better than us hating every second of this.”



He nodded to her slowly. “How’s your ass?”



Another smile crossed Bailey’s face. “The truth?”



Another nod from Ted.



“Well, it hurts, and yes, I knew anal was going to be painful. But you know what, I’m glad it was you, who at least had some concern for me, and wanted me to feel pleasure instead of some jerk my age who just thought he deserved the privilege. And to be honest Ted, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life.”



“Is that why you wanted me to grab your tits?”



“Yeah, my boobs are rather sensitive. Some nipple play when I’m close always helps to get me off. I think it’s funny though that my best orgasm ever came while being buttfucked.” Bailey laughed like a much younger girl at that moment. “Ted, thank you for the best orgasm ever. I hope whatever it is that the blackmailer’s expect us to do the rest of the evening will be just as fun.” She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “So what’s next?” she asked, a playful grin on her face.



“How about a movie?”



She crawled off his lap and went over to the movie library by the TV.



“Get in the recliner Ted.”



He got up from the couch and got into the recliner–it was fairly obvious what she planned as she stuck a movie in the blu-ray player and grabbed the remote. Bailey moved to sit in his lap, nuzzling up against his chest.



Ted was confused by her choice of The Hobbit as something to watch, but for nearly three hours it was rather nice to just lay there in the chair with her sitting in his lap. His arms remained wrapped around her the entire time, and she occasionally wriggled playfully, but it was just a rather nice, relaxing time.



It was nearly six in the evening when the movie finished. Grabbing the remote Ted turned the TV off and hugged Bailey.



“Hey, would you be able to run home?” he asked the teen.



“Sure, what’s up?”



“Oh, I’d just like it if you changed into something really nice. Perhaps maybe a few outfits, you know, something nice, something naughty.”



She turned her head to look at him. “Sure, I can do that. How much time?”



Meet me back here at seven, I’m going to go out and get us some dinner.



She climbed off of him and smiled back. “Sounds like a plan. I assume after dinner we’re going to finish off whatever it is that we have in store for the rest of the night?”



“We will.”



Bailey quickly got dressed, and as much as he thought about staying to watch the process, he too got up and headed upstairs to get dressed himself. By the time Ted came back down Bailey was already gone.



The hour passed quickly. Ted stuck to his word, ordering Chinese food for dinner as well as doing a little bit of grocery shopping. Besides picking up a few of the food items he needed, Ted went to the pharmacy section, grabbing a box of condoms just in case.



He arrived home with about ten minutes to spare, having enough time to set the table for dinner before the doorbell rang. When he opened the door for Bailey his heart wanted to skip a beat–it was as if the teen had read his mind.



Bailey stood in the door in thigh-high stockings, a flirty black skirt, and a white men’s dress shirt that wasn’t tucked in. Her backpack was with her again, presumably with more clothing. As she passed him entering the house he noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and he wondered if her panties were missing as well.



She set the backpack down on the couch and moved to the dining room. Dinner was uneventful, neither of them spoke, instead just eating their meal. Without him asking she cleared the table while he went upstairs, grabbing her laptop and plugging it in once more in the dining room. Pointing it to where he was sitting he waited until Bailey finished putting the dishes in the washer. The girl looked over at him as he had everything set up.



“I take it the next round is starting.”



Ted nodded. He knew that the blackmailers would want to see this next bit.



“Over my knee slut.”



Bailey raised her eyebrows and smirked. She moved to the right side of him and leaned over his legs, her ass pointed right at the webcam on her laptop. Ted reached out with his right hand and moved his hands up and down her stockings before moving his hand up to lift her skirt. He was right, she was sans panties.



“You’ve been naughty today, making me cum after only being in your mouth for a few seconds, cumming while I took your anal virginity. That calls for a spanking.”



She remained silent, and he decided to change that as his left arm moved over her back to hold her as his right hand came down and smacked her ass.



She breathed out a little heavier, but failed to make a sound. He enjoyed the feeling of smacking her ass, the slight red mark that appeared for just a second before vanishing. Ted never really spanked Emma, his wife generally took that duty when it came to it and once she died Emma had pretty much outgrown it. He did spank his wife as foreplay when they were younger, and they both enjoyed it–it was probably why he didn’t think of it as punishment but as something sexual.



Another smack came down on the pale teenage ass, followed by two more. The last smack finally got a slight yelp out of the teen. He looked at her ass–it was starting to look a little more red, though no hand prints were sticking. He continued his smacking of her ass, six more hits–a yelp with each smack.



He rested his hand on her ass for a moment, just rubbing the soft skin before he raised his hand once more. He delivered eight more smacks, harder and harder every time–the last smack by far the hardest. It was also the smack that got the loudest cry from the teen. He lifted his hand just slightly off her ass, feeling the heat coming off of it before moving to look–the redness was staying with her this time. “That’s all. I’ve always wanted to give you birthday spankings, and now you’ve had your eighteen.”



As she rolled off of him to stand back up, instead of pain on her face from the spanking she had a large smile. “Well, thank you for the birthday spankings then, though I thought the tradition went the other way.”



He laughed and shook his head.



“That’s not happening. So, how about you change into something a little more naughty, though keep the stockings and your tennis shoes, and leave your pussy exposed.”



She quirked her eyebrows up at him, a little surprised by the last comment but she nodded and went to grab her backpack, heading into one of the back rooms to change. She wanted to surprise him after all.



He looked at the clock, quarter-to-eight. He grabbed one of the chairs from his dining room table and set it next to the coffee table. Moving the laptop into place, he turned it to face the chair. He went back to the shopping bag and pulled out the little brown paper bag he had and set it on the coffee table next to the chair.



She came back out and he was floored. She kept with the tennis shoes and the thigh highs, and did exactly what he asked in keeping her pussy bare. For her torso she came out wearing a white corset–something he was a bit surprised she managed by herself until he saw the hint of a zipper on the side. It made the girl’s torso even smaller, but left her breasts exposed for him to look at as well.



“Have a seat slut.”



She smiled. It was a definite hint that this was more about his enjoyment than hers once more. She sat down in the chair and he motioned again.



“Legs over the arms please.”



Once again she obeyed, displaying herself completely to both him and to the camera.



“Alright, this is something they’ll be expecting, otherwise I wouldn’t ask. I’d like you to masturbate with the object in the bag.”



Bailey had a look of curiosity on her face as she reached for the bag. Her eyes went wide as she pulled out the small cucumber. Ted’s face reddened as he saw her looking at it.



“Sorry, saw it in a video once and ended up watching it a few dozen times. If they seriously know, they’ll be expecting it.”



She laughed at his feeble explanation.



“Hon, they’ve made me do similar stuff, so I can live with it.”



She moved the cucumber to her right hand and leaned back in the chair. Closing her eyes, she moved the gourd down her body and started rubbing it along her clit slowly, like she would any typical dildo.



After a few minutes of teasing and toying he could see the cucumber glistening with her wetness. He glanced over to one of the clocks before turning back as she aimed the cucumber at her hole and started pressing in.



He watched intently, leaning forward to watch as it split her pussy lips, giving him a view that he couldn’t see normally. She was wasting no time pushing it in and pulling it out. It was just as fascinating to him watching her lips re-close once it left her body.



Just as she pushed it back in again his cell started ringing and he knew the ringtone immediately.



“Fuck!”



Bailey stopped, cucumber embedded in her pussy, and opened her eyes to look up.



“Emma.”



Bailey’s eyes raised as Ted got up to grab the phone, answering it.



“Hi honey!”



She may have been several feet away at the time, but there was no way that Bailey could have missed that it was her best friend on the line.



“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!” she yelled through the phone, the sound of a party favor being blown just after.



Ted held the phone far away from his ear so he wouldn’t be deafened. Sure that it was safe he brought the phone back and started talking.



“Thank you hon.”



He did the only thing he could do as Bailey watched–with his free hand he motioned for her to continue and she couldn’t help but smile as she reached down for the cucumber and started working it in and out of her pussy more.



“Yes, Bailey came by and made me breakfast.”



“No, it would have been better if you were making it Emma, but she did good otherwise.”



“I’ve just had a lazy day. Some time by the pool, a shower, watched the Hobbit, just finished dinner a few minutes ago.”



There was something almost surreal about the situation, talking to his eighteen-year-old daughter on the phone while her best friend was masturbating with a cucumber just a few feet away from him. He took his seat again to watch her while he continued to talk to Emma. She was doing most of the talking though, telling about her college orientation and the like.



It couldn’t be more obvious that Ted wasn’t paying as much attention to Emma as he was to Bailey. After about ten minutes he finally heard some loud noises over the phone.



“Sounds like you have some fun to get to Emma. I’ll see you when you get back. Love you.”



Emma telling him that she loved him, and wishing happy birthday again and Ted could finally hang up the phone. By this point Bailey was working the cucumber inside her pussy furiously, her left hand rubbing her clit as she started making more noise.



The image of juices completely covering the gourd as well as the contrast of the dark green sliding in and out of her pussy was getting Ted hard again.



“Cum for me slut, cum for me fucking that cucumber.”



Bailey took in a very deep breath before crying out as she pushed the cucumber deep inside her and held it, her pussy contracting around it as her second orgasm of the night hit her. He could only be enthralled watching her cum by her own hand this time.



Her juices poured from her pussy, pooling on the chair and some even falling to the carpet–Ted suddenly realized he’d probably have to steam clean the carpet. He never really had to think about cleaning a woman’s cum stain from the floor before.



It suddenly seemed funny to Ted that he had this teenage girl gyrating in orgasm just a few feet away from him and he was thinking about how he was going to clean the mess instead of just watching the show. He laughed on the inside but focused back as Bailey came down once more.



Her body was still quivering as he stood up and walked over to her, reaching down to the cucumber that was still embedded deep inside her. She gasped as he pulled it out and brought it up to his face, licking the length of the cucumber to have a taste. He let out a satisfied sigh as he tasted her sweetness, then held the cucumber up to her.



“Taste it,” he commanded.



Her hand reached up to his, pulling it to her face to lick it. Her reaction to tasting herself was much more muted.



“It’s interesting Ted, but I think I’d rather taste your cum to be honest.”



He couldn’t help but laugh as he stepped back and sat down.



“There’s only one more thing Bailey. Go ahead and go get cleaned up and put on your sexiest lingerie. Call me up when you’re ready.”



Bailey looked at him curiously and went back for her backpack, heading upstairs. He went back to his shopping bag and pulled out the condoms and the last little surprise he bought at the store and took it upstairs.



She had closed the master bathroom and was once again taking a shower, she knew this was the end so was apparently wanting to do it right. He dimmed the lights in the master bedroom and placed the condom on the nightstand and the last surprise on the bed.



He headed back downstairs to wait. He went for the envelope and grabbed the little blue pill that had been left for him and took it. Sure he was hard now, but he wanted to make sure to do this last opportunity right.



He lost track of time as he waited before he finally heard her voice.



“I’m ready Ted.”



He stood up and took a deep breath and smiled, wondering what she was wearing. He climbed the stairs and looked to find her kneeling on his bed wearing only a see-through purple babydoll that barely went down past her hips. There was a little faux fur covering her breasts and along the bottom hemline, but the effect was very sexy on the babygirl before him.



“Wow!”



She giggled at his reaction, seeing that he was already hard. She crawled toward him off the bed and stood, grabbing the box of condoms.



“We don’t need this, I have a birth control implant.”



He hadn’t known, but he had thought. His own daughter similarly had one.



He walked up to the nightstand and instead turned on the iPod that was hooked up to the alarm. The sounds of smooth jazz filled the room as he finally turned toward Bailey and pulled her close into a kiss.



This kiss wasn’t like the one that she had given him earlier, this was something much more passionate, like he hadn’t given since Emma’s mother died. When he finally broke it Bailey was a little stunned, speechless about his actions finally.



“Bailey, the last thing I would like is to make love to you.”



“But Ted–”



He raised a finger to shush her.



“Just go with it.”



He motioned behind her to the last surprise he had for her, a single red rose. She turned to him and smiled and nodded.



“Okay.”



Hitting the switch to shut off the lights, leaving the room bathed only in moonlight, Ted leaned into her and kissed her once more. He knew his bed rather well as he leaned her onto it. His hands reached behind her as her head hit the pillow to untie the babydoll to remove it. Getting the teen naked once more he started kissing down the side of her cheek, down her neck to the top of her breasts.

The summer heat is driving me a little nuts. Trying to manage my horniness through these sexual fantasies. Thanks for checking them out.



Everyone is at least 18 years of age




*



It had been about a week since my best friend, Jim and his uncle, Dave, had ravaged my ass in Jim’s backyard. Jim’s visiting Uncle Dave had joined us in our tent for a nightcap on the last night of our weekend sleepovers. Jim and I were both off to separate out of town universities; Jim was leaving next week and I would be off a couple of weeks later. Little did we know how memorable this weekend was going to be! Somehow my young slender, relatively hairless body and my bubble butt made me a person of interest to a number of dirty older men and Jim’s Uncle Dave was no exception.



His uncle had brought out the drinks already mixed. As I realized later, Jim’s drink was laced with a strong soporific and he passed out shortly after downing it. Dave had laced mine with alcohol, leaving me feeling woozy and vulnerable. He wasted no time in seducing me and sucking my defenceless cock dry before proceeding to pound my bubble butt with his hard sausage and filling my bowels with his hot cum. As if that wasn’t enough, my best friend Jim, having woken up earlier than expected and witnessing his uncle have his way with me, decided that I was free for the taking and proceeded to give me a thorough fucking of his own.



Needless to say I was walking funny for a few days afterwards. I told my parents that I had strained my hamstrings in a game of touch football and, thankfully, they accepted my explanation. After two or three days my discomfort eased; now all that remained from my ass raping was a little itching and tingling to remind me of my humiliation. Jim had left for college and his uncle had gone back home. I was relieved not to be seeing either of them again before I too left for college.



“Michael! Jimmy’s father is on the phone for you.” My Mom’s voice called down into the rec room where I was laying on the couch in a pair of jean’s shorts and a flimsy T-shirt watching TV. My body stiffened. Jim’s father! Shit, was I in trouble? “Got it, Mom!” I yelled as I picked up the downstairs phone, my stomach doing flips and my heart pounding. “H-h-hello, Mr. Gordon” I stammered.



I was always a little nervous around Jim’s dad, anyway. He wasn’t a big guy, about 5’9″ tall; lean in a hard muscular way but he was a bully and not above giving his kids a smack in the head or intimidating their young friends (me) when they came around for a visit. He would fake punch me and laugh when I flinched. He would call me ‘Mikey’ and sometimes get me in a headlock or an arm lock and not let me go until I said ‘Uncle!’. Then he would give my ass a hard slap and laugh. “Gotcha!” as he let me go. Not my favourite person.



“Hi, Michael, how are you doing? All ready for the big college adventure?”



“Yes.” I replied, unable to think of anything else to say.



There was a slight pause and, I guess when he realized I wasn’t going to say more, he continued. “Listen, Mikey, Jim has left for college already as you know and my brother, Dave, has returned home so I don’t have anyone to help me with finishing up this garden project of mine. I was wondering whether you might be able to spare me a few hours of a little hard labour today. Give you a chance to earn a couple of bucks before you go.”



In my head I was screaming, “No! No! No!” I never wanted to see anyone in that family again for the rest of my life. However, I had been brought up to be an obedient little boy and I heard myself replying: “Um, sure, Mr. Gordon. What is it you want me to do?”



“Great! I need to go up into the bush near Caledon and dig up some plants to bring back down to the city. It should only take a few hours. Can you help me?”



I was relieved. No mention of what had transpired last week. “Yes, of course,” I exclaimed, my relief coming out in a whoosh. “Whatever you need!”



I heard Mr. Gordon chuckle a little at my enthusiasm. “Whatever I need, eh? Love your enthusiasm, Mikey. I’d like to get going right away if that works for you.”



“Sure. I’ll just let me Mom know and I’ll come right over. Do I need to bring anything?”



“Just that muscled body of yours.” he said warmly. I let my Mom know and headed across the road to where Mr. Gordon was already waiting in the car. As I was crossing the road a nervous awareness that I was a little scantily clothed in short denim shorts and a flimsy T-shirt shook me a little but I shrugged it off. This was just an innocent country excursion. No need to fear, I told myself.



The drive out of town took a little under two hours. Mr. Gordon asked me about my university plans and future goals. He showed no special interest in my body, keeping his eyes mostly on the road or the scenery outside the car. I felt relaxed, warmed by the sun flooding through the car windows.



“Here we are!” Mr. Gordon pulled off the road down an almost invisible dirt trail and parked the car. “We have to carry the shovels and stuff from here but it’s only a short hump.” We unloaded the car and headed down a fairly unused path. Mr. Gordon had me lead the way. “The path leads directly to where we are going,” he reassured me.



The trail rose and fell, at times a little steeply. A couple of times I was bent over almost on all fours as I made my way up the incline. I found myself flushing at these times and not just from the exertion. I was aware that my shorts were riding up and I could feel the soft pouches of my buns, shiny with sweat, exposing them to the warm sun. I also felt that I was giving Mr. Gordon a nice eyeful. The thought flooded me with a strange mixture of excitement and anxiety.



We reached a small grassy clearing by a slow moving river, the banks along the river spotted with large flat rocks warmed by a sun sitting high in a clear blue sky. We parked the food and water in the shade and picked up our shovels and burlap sacks and headed into the wooded glen. This time Mr. Gordon took the lead. “The bushes I want are just a little ways along.” he said his voice a little more raspy and edgy than it had been.



Soon we were digging and filling our sacks with the purloined bushes. The sweat was pouring off me and I stripped away my T-shirt as we progressed. Occasionally I was aware of Mr. Gordon taking in my young sweaty body. His eyes felt like they might burn holes in the slick flesh protruding from the bottom of my shorts. I worked a little harder to try and quell the growing sense of unease in the pit of my stomach.



“I think we’ve got enough.” With those words we gathered our bags of plants and our shovels and headed back to the secluded clearing. I guzzled back my water so fast that it overflowed and ran down my heaving chest cutting rivulets through the accumulated dirt and grime. I was looking longingly at the running stream wanting to cool down my overheated muscles.



Mr. Gordon read my look and said: “Damn! We should have brought our swimsuits!” I laughed. “Yeah, that would have been perfect.”



“Hell, nobody is going to come across us here. Let’s go skinny dipping.” he said. Before I could raise any objections he had stripped off his own shorts and shoes and underwear and headed into the creek. I stood awkwardly with that old familiar feeling of wanting to hightail it out of the woods and run all the way back home. My eyes kept drifting down to take in his thick eight inch penis awakening in me a heady mix of curiosity and anxiety. “Come on, Mikey; don’t be a pussy. It’s just us guys here. No one is going to see you.”



“You are.” I thought but being trained to listen to my elders I began to disrobe, pulling off my sneakers and my dirty sweaty socks. Mr. Gordon was already in the water as I hesitated, my fingers on the button of my shorts. It was my turn to take in Mr. Gordon’s body. He was in as good shape as his brother, Dave. I surreptitiously scanned his muscled torso my eyes again drawn to the thick eight inch cock swinging between his legs. And, again I felt a strange rush of excitement and fear. I had to force myself to be casual and not to stare but I think he caught me looking.



Like his brother, Mr. Gordon was good at acting like he was ignoring my discomfort. “This is great!” he exclaimed, “Come on in, slowpoke.” He turned away as he slowly waded into a deep cool pool of water in the middle of the slow moving stream. I watched his buttocks flex as he stepped gingerly over the stones into the deeper water.



Shaking myself out of my fear I undid the button on my shorts and slowly lowered the zipper. Looking at Mr. Gordon’s naked torso had given me a bit of a chubby and made me even more reluctant to completely reveal my nubile young body. I turned slightly to the side as I slowly lowered my shorts to my ankles and stepped out of them. My underwear had ridden up into my crack and my left buttock, smooth and glistening was exposed and on display.



Sneaking glances in Mr. Gordon’s direction I could see he had turned towards me and was intensely drinking in my inviting buns. I also realized that by turning sideways he probably had a nice profile of my swelling six inches. Turning completely away from the stream I pushed my sweat-soaked undies down to my ankles putting my young bubble butt on display for his lusting eyes. My head was swimming and it was slowing down my movements. Anyone watching would have thought that I was doing a bit of a striptease!



With my hand modestly covering my soft erection I stepped into the cool stream. Gratefully the cool water quickly helped my erection to subside as, in order to keep my balance, I had to surrender my modesty, stretching my arms out to both sides and slowly stepping through the rocks towards Mr. Gordon and the deeper pool of water. Mr. Gordon, blatantly now, drank in my nakedness. Here I was walking towards him arms outspread as if to say: “Here I come! Help yourself!”



As quickly as I could I sank down into the cooling stream, moaning with pleasure as it cooled me and washed away the sticky grime. I closed my eyes and submerged glad that my excited flesh was now pretty much hidden below the water. We both floated and swam around Mr. Gordon’s private little swimming hole neither of us speaking or paying much attention to the other as our bodies recovered and refreshed.



Floating lazily on my back, lulled into a less vigilant state of mind, I was startled out of my reverie by a pair of strong hands grabbing my ankles and pulling me down under the surface of the water. I came up sputtering as Mr. Gordon laughed. Forgetting about my discomfort in being naked I reacted by splashing him, driving the heel of my hand into the water and sending strong sprays of water into his face and eyes. He roared with delight and dove through the spray, tackling my slick body and wrestling me under the water.



We played like kids, rolling and tumbling, laughing and gasping for breath. I loved the feel of his lean well-muscled body when he would pick me up and throw me back down into the water. As our play progressed he grabbed me with increasing intimacy, easily throwing me up over his left shoulder then looking around as if I had disappeared. “Where did Mikey go?” I felt like a five year old as his left arm wrapped around my knees and I struggled in vain to release myself from his grip.



“Mikey, where did you go?” he asked again as his right hand cupped and squeezed my buttocks supposedly to keep me from squirming out of his grasp. Squirm I did but he held me firmly in place as his right hand took the opportunity to roam over my defenceless buns. His left cheek was pressed against my baby-smooth ass cheek. As if it was part of the struggle he brushed his cheek along my firm plump ass and, ‘accidently’ slid his lips over my inviting flesh. As he toyed with my defenceless nakedness I was humiliated to feel my dick throbbing and expanding, pressing into his soft shoulder.



Suddenly he released me, tossing me back into the water and swimming over to sit up on a flat rock at the edge of the stream. When I re-emerged for air my eyes were immediately drawn to his groin and the throbbing, hard, eight inch cock standing proudly out from his torso. “Come here.” he ordered, still panting from our play, his voice husky and rasping.



“Um, Mr. Gordon, I really don’t want to. I think I’d rather just go home now, if you don’t mind.”



He laughed the laugh of a dirty old man. “Oh, but Mikey I do mind. My brother Dave told me all about your little camping adventure.” I froze in panic. “That’s right. He said that you showed him a really good time. Don’t you think that I deserve a good time too?”



“No, please, Mr. Gordon! I’m not like that. It just happened.” I was stuttering, desperately trying to figure out what to say to stop things from going any further.



“Well, I’m sure your parents are going to be unhappy with that explanation. As a neighbour and a father I think it’s my duty to let them know what their little boy has been up to in my back yard. Of course, I’ll be deeply sorry to have to tell them and I’m certainly not going to mention my brother’s part in it all. You can imagine that they are not likely going to be too happy.”



“No, please don’t. They can’t find out!” I cried.



“Can’t?” he said mercilessly, spreading his muscular legs open a little wider, his cock still hard and thrusting out from his grey pubic hairs. “How are you going to convince me? Besides, remember you told me ‘Whatever you need, Mr. Gordon.’” He was leering at me as I stood frozen realizing that he had me trapped. I couldn’t let my family find out what I had done.



“Come here, now.” he ordered in a stern voice. I waded slowly towards him, my eyes darting, hopelessly hoping for some escape or rescue. “Closer.” He commanded reaching out and cupping the back of my neck to pull me in between his spread thighs. “Now,” he whispered in my ear, “how about you put that pouty little mouth of yours to work and give my cock a little loving attention.”



I pulled vainly against the grip he had on the back of my neck. “I’ve never done that before, Mr. Gordon. Please,” I tried, “I don’t think that I would like it.”



Again he laughed huskily, forcing my head down towards his groin. “Well, son, I think that I’m going to like it a lot and that’s all that matters to me.” My mouth was inches from the precum that was glistening on his uncircumcised head. My resistance was weak, knowing that the result of my struggle was inevitable. Smelling the muskiness of his manhood and gazing at his throbbing cock up close I was ashamed to feel my mouth beginning to water in anticipation.



As he felt me beginning to surrender he loosened his grip on the back of my neck. Nonetheless, my head continued to descend and I parted my trembling lips as I dipped and my tongue snaked out to lick the precum off the tip of his penis. “Aaaahhh!” His breath released in a soft sigh as his hips curled forward, raising his cock towards my obedient mouth. I bent a little further, letting the head of his meat push past my reluctant lips. His grip on my neck prevented me from pulling away and for a moment I just held the head in the warmth and wetness of my mouth.



As if possessed my body took over and I began to slide up and down his pole, my saliva coating his thick shaft allowing it to penetrate deeper and deeper into my virgin mouth. I began to lose myself in what I was doing; sliding his cock in and out of my mouth and licking the length of his shaft like it was my favourite Popsicle. Mr. Gordon laid back and arched his hips, instructing me to give his balls some loving attention. The thought repulsed me but I dipped lower taking first one then the other then both into my hot mouth and bathing them in the wet warmth of my saliva, occasionally sucking gently on his tight scrotum as Mr. Gordon’s moans deepened and became louder.



“Uuuhhh! God, this is incredible! You are one amazing little cocksucker, son. Aaaah! Jesus! You are a natural!” he exclaimed as I released his balls and licked my way back up his throbbing rod, plunging down onto his throbbing meat causing him to buck and thrust.



“Faster, faster!” he cried holding my head between his big strong hands and forcing his hot sausage down my throat. At this point he took over, holding my head in place, pumping and thrusting furiously into my defenceless mouth. “Aaahhh! Aaaahh! Aaaahh!” I could feel his cock swelling as his pumping became more and more frenetic until: “Aaaaahhhh!!!” His cock exploded in my mouth shooting hot cum down my throat, filling my mouth to overflowing. With one final thrust he pushed all the way into my throat and held my head locked against his groin as my throat muscles sucked down every last drop of his salty sperm.



Suddenly his body went limp and his legs fell open, releasing his grip on my head, allowing me to slide away and to sink down into the water. I let the stream cleanse my face and opened my mouth to wash out the taste and feel of his ejaculate. I felt a little sick to my stomach, more from the idea of what happened than from the ejaculate which, surprisingly, I found tastier than I had expected. We both laid back recovering, Mr. Gordon on his hot rock, me in the cooling stream. Neither of us moved or spoke much for what felt like five nor ten minutes then I became aware of him beginning to stir and clear his throat as he shifted back up into a sitting position looking at me with slowing clearing eyes.



“Boy, you are good. I know a few frustrated husbands on your block who would be eager for your services.” My imagination began to scan the faces of my neighbours wondering who he might be talking about. “Hey!” he said bringing my attention back to his eyes which seemed afire with lust. “Come back over here.”



“What now?” I wondered but moved obediently to him knowing that I was in his hands. He had shifted his sitting position on the rock moving his hips forward, his lower legs hanging down into the stream. I waded up to him and he reached out his left hand cupping my firm little ass and pulling me in closer to press up against his body. His fingers described small circles on the taught flesh of my buns alternating with gentle caresses and possessive squeezes. He leaned into me whispering in my ear: “You’ve been a bad little boy, haven’t you? You’ve been a very naughty little boy seducing me with that hot pouty mouth of yours.” “What!” My brain screamed! “I seduced him!?”



“Daddy’s going to have to punish his naughty little boy, isn’t he?” When I didn’t reply he repeated: “Isn’t he?” more sternly. “Oh my God,” I thought. “Shades of Uncle Dave!” Reading my thoughts he cupped my ass more firmly. His hot tongue licked my ear and his teeth gently pulled on my earlobe. “That’s right.” He said. “Someone needs a little paddling on his cute little bum.”



Mr. Gordon pushed me over his lap (at this point resistance felt futile) and shifted me into position, my defenceless buns literally and figuratively in his hands. His left arm pinned my body in place as his right hands rested on the swell of my buttocks, sliding down, almost meditatively, to squeeze the soft pouches near my tender hole, stroking my thighs and dipping his hands down to knead and massage between my legs. My cock quickly began to stiffen as he had his way with my naked ass requiring me to shift a little and give my hardening rod room.



“Is my little boy enjoying himself?” He asked leaning down to brush his lips across my quivering buttocks.” “Daddy? Little boy?” It hardly described our relationship or my age but my cock loved the implication of what he was saying and, incredibly, grew even harder. Without warning he lifted his big warm caressing hand and brought it sharply down on my back side. “Oww!” I cried out. This was much harder than Uncle Dave’s punishment!



“That’s okay.” he said. “Cry as loud as you like. No one will hear you. And you’ve got an ass that just begs for a good spanking.” With those words he proceeded to do just that, his harsh blows raining down on my burning jiggling orbs as I cried and twisted trying vainly to escape his lustful discipline. I felt like the pounding my ass was taking would never stop. Mr. Gordon’s erection grew and pushed up into my stomach as his discipline continued.

It was noon and the sun was streaming in their bedroom window when Lawrence finally wakened her. She complained that her head was aching and she got up to brush her teeth because she had a bad taste in her mouth. Lawrence couldn’t tell if she remembered anything from the night before and wasn’t about to remind her anyway. He had scooped up her little black dress and put it at the bottom of the dry cleaning bag as soon as she had taken it off last night. There was no underwear to dispose of since she hadn’t worn a bra and Randy had pocketed her panties. He had thought all of the obvious evidence was gone when he caught sight of three tell-tale hickies on her ivory flesh. Anger flared in Lawrence’s gut. Goddam Randy had to mark her. He had to leave his mark to remind them both.



Elisabeth had stopped in front of the mirror examining the purplish mark on her breast. It could have been a bruise from an accidental bump, but the two low down on her belly were obviously love bites put there to jog her memory of the night before. It was like a dream for Elisabeth, too carnal and wild, yet all too intense to be fantasy. The suck marks on her mound were graphic enough to tell their own story but the smooth lips where someone had shaved off her pubic hair should have left her no doubt that she had been violated.



In the back of her mind Elisabeth could remember being naked with people around her. A sequence thread reminded her of men laughing, touching her intimately and yes … explosive orgasms. She swallowed hard and her jaw felt stiff. An image of cum filling her mouth and gagging on cock flickered in her thoughts. Instinctively, she ran her fingers over the hickeys on her mound and she felt the tenderness of her lips and clit, the ache from her pubic bone where it had been pummeled relentlessly.



Gingerly, she slid her hand around to the back and felt the soreness in her bum and knew the vague memories of being held by the hips and bred like an animal were all true. There was a row of dime sized discolorations on each hip where strong finger tips had dug in dragging her back onto the pounding cocks.



She looked at Lawrence for reassurance, hoping beyond hope that he didn’t know what had happened to her. He’d be so shattered if he knew, so devastated. She spread her fingers modestly over her mound and turned away so he wouldn’t see the tell-tale marks. Even that gentle touch from her own hand reawakened a tired and tortured libido. The smooth skin, where the hair had been, felt exotic and forbidden.



She had no recollection of why or how she would have shaved it off or, if it was taken from her. The thought terrified her but it comforted too. Perhaps it hadn’t been her fault. She wanted to think that. If someone had…. Oh god! Supposing she had let someone do that to her. She couldn’t have …wouldn’t have. The thought brought an image of vulgarity with it; showing herself, lying with the soles of her feet pressed together while rough hands, men’s hands, took charge of her private place; her labia being pinched and stretched, tightening the skin to allow the razor to skim off the remaining fuzz. It was too vivid to be false, yet the thoughts would not come into sharper focus beyond a series of vignettes without real substance or connection. She had never felt this way before; deeply shamed but undeniably, wickedly aroused. She felt she must have cheated. The evidence was obvious but the memory was not. She knew it but prayed that her husband did not.



Stepping into the bathroom, the door was scarcely closed when her middle finger parted the puffy lips and sought to recreate the pleasure that had overwhelmed her. She sat on the commode and spread her legs wide watching her fingers slide through the buttery lips. Her clit looked swollen and it felt tender, overworked, yet she couldn’t resist tapping it to send little shock waves of sensation through her belly. With its wrinkled hood rolled all the way back the rounded dome of her clit looked like a tiny cock straining for relief. For a moment, she let the hard button ride between her fingers while she imagined men using her touching and sucking, mocking her smuttiness, until an explosive orgasm sent her into spasms of pleasure. The sensation was so intense that she cried out.



Lawrence was knocking on the bathroom door asking if she was okay when the tremors finally left her body. “Yes,” she answered feebly, not wanting him to know anything. But he did know. “She’s playing with her cunt,” he smiled to himself. Too modest to let him watch her masturbate, she’d always refused whenever he’d asked her. Now, the image of her fingering herself, after what had happened the night before, caused a stirring in Lawrence’s groin. “The little cunt…” he mused and then bit his lip remembering that was the way Randy had described her. They’d all had her and it was his wife who could not get enough.



The young husband had no idea how to explain what they had put her through. He did worry that there were enough obvious clues for his wife to figure it out and for her to implicate him. At the very least, she must be wondering what happened to her cunt hair. The memory of her lying back, languidly spreading her legs while his three co-workers denuded her private area gave Lawrence a full hard on. “She let them do it,” he reasoned. “It was her own fault and her complicity took away any plausible deniability she might have had,” he decided, absolving himself of all responsibility. “The video would show that,” he assured himself. The memory of how her hips had risen, lifting her sex toward the fingers touching her, willingly urging them to enjoy her, reaffirmed his assessment.



It was right after that Randy had painted her for a third time. The reaction was instant. The men held her hands preventing her from touching herself while she writhed and wept for relief. They made her beg pitifully in words she would never ever use while they laughingly refused her supplications. She had wanted it so badly and they’d made a game of denying her, making her debase herself even further. He knew last night when he watched her that their relationship would never be the same. Now, when he heard her pleasuring herself in the bathroom he was sure of it.



The weekend passed uneventfully with Lawrence busying himself Saturday with outside chores. Elisabeth had decided to go to her mother’s to help out over there and ended up staying the night when it became too late to drive home. On Sunday, she came home late in the afternoon and kept to herself, then stayed up to watch the late movie, waiting until she was sure he was asleep before she slid in beside him. She lay awake listening to his breathing, comforted by his closeness but confused by the turmoil that roiled within her. Lewd, disjointed fragments would not knit into coherent thoughts that could explain the tell-tale signs of infidelity that covered her. The raspiness in her throat, the stiffness in her neck and the soreness in her private area were damning enough, but the yellowing hickies on her breasts and mound left little doubt that she had broken the sacred vows she shared with her husband. She wondered whether her lack of recall was her body’s defense against having to admit the obvious. She had cheated and she didn’t even know why or with who. She wanted to cuddle against Lawrence, open her soul and ask his forgiveness but she feared his disappointment and his rejection. For now she would keep her distance, let her body heal and wait for a better time. With any luck that time would never come and she’d never have to confront her shameful unfaithfulness.



Even though it was Elisabeth avoiding him, the respite from having to deal with her face-to-face was a welcome break for Lawrence. Still, he was constantly aware that each hour that ticked by brought him closer to a return to work and the inevitable confrontation with Randy and the others. He rehearsed and rejected a dozen different scenarios where he would take control of the situation. In the end it was an exercise in futility. He realized that he was inevitably at his boss’s mercy. In a moment of conviction on Saturday when Elisabeth was away, he threw out the packet of white tablets and the vial of liquid Randy had given him. Later, he returned to the garage and retrieved them, not wanting to anger Randy and make things worse. In bed, he tossed and turned, waiting for Elisabeth to come to him. When she didn’t, he masturbated to the vivid images of her willingly giving herself to his coworkers. He fed his lust on the vivid images of her gasping in the pleasure of the other men’s cocks and he blamed her so he didn’t have to blame himself.



Monday brought a few hours of reprieve as Randy took a rare morning off. It allowed Lawrence to bury himself in his work and shut out the relentless replay of Friday’s fiasco. It was almost noon when a shadow crossed his desk and he looked up into the grinning face of Robert. A wave of malicious contempt flooded his veins as he rolled his chair back and looked venomously at his wife’s tormentor.



“How’s the wife?” Robert chirped. “I suppose in some ways I can answer that as well as you,” he continued mirthlessly.



He wanted to stand up and abruptly drive his knee into Robert’s groin but the man’s smirk was a reminder of his own vulnerability. As bad as things were, Lawrence knew they could get worse if he acted imprudently. Instead he waited for Robert to state his business or give a reason for being there hovering over his desk. It didn’t take long. “Randy called. He wants to know where Elisabeth is. She hasn’t been home all morning.”



Lawrence was thunderstruck. Randy’s audacity left him nearly speechless. While he was there working, his boss was making uninvited calls on his wife. “She’s not there,” he blurted out. “Gone to visit her cousin in Phoenix,” he improvised trying to think of somewhere far away.



Robert studied him carefully trying to determine if he was lying. “What about her job? She was supposed to be back to work tomorrow according to what she told us on Friday.”



“She’s taking some time off ,” he snapped. “Not that it’s any of your business.”



Robert’s disdainful smirk ended the conversation as he turned on his heel and walked away.



Lawrence unsuccessfully dialed their home number every ten minutes until Randy walked into work half an hour before quitting time. Without speaking to anyone, he strode by and slammed his office door giving everyone a clear message to stay away.



The need to speak to him and the fear of doing so wrestled in Lawrence’s gut without resolution. The possibility that they had been together offered itself as an explanation for Elisabeth not answering the phone but Lawrence did not want to believe it. He took Randy’s anger as reassurance that the boss’s afternoon had been unsuccessful and that was good news.



Supper was a quiet affair with a thousand questions in Lawrence’s mind begging to be asked but no courage in his heart to actually ask them. Elizabeth chattered on talking about nothing without ever touching on where she had been or what she had been doing all afternoon. Even the fact that they were eating take-out food from Boston Market was unusual for a weekday but his pretty wife neither acknowledged she’d bought their dinner nor explained why she hadn’t cooked. Lawrence’s mind raced between possibilities seizing and discarding them as each new thought became more unlikely than the last. Changing his clothes before dinner, he’d pulled off the duvet to check the sheets on their bed. His pajamas, folded neatly beneath his pillow the way they always were eased his mind somewhat. Yet, coming downstairs it occurred to him that they could have had sex on top of the bedspread and he went back up to run his hands over it searching for tell-tale wet spots on the brocade. On his second trip down the stairs he realized that finding such evidence would only deepen his anguish without solving his problem.



He heard Elisabeth’s voice break through the wall of preoccupation that occupied his mind. “You seem so absent minded dear. Are you sure you’re okay? Did work go all right?”



Before he could help himself he had blurted out a demanding “Where the fuck were you all day? I tried to call you a dozen times at least!”



Elisabeth looked nonplussed. Her hesitation made her seem guilty of something, anything, although she had no idea what. “I was at my Mom’s,” she stammered. “We wallpapered their little bathroom. I left after five and just had time to pick something up for dinner… I … I didn’t think you’d mind …”



Lawrence glared at her, not wanting to accept her perfectly plausible explanation but knowing, without a doubt, she was telling the truth. “I was worried,” he mumbled grumpily, wanting to end the exchange without having to explain further. “I guess I’m just over tired.”



“I know the feeling,” his wife sighed. “I still haven’t recovered from Friday night!”



The admission landed like a toxic cloud between them sucking air and energy from their conversation. Both Lawrence and Elisabeth felt suddenly awkward. The young husband’s eyes concentrated on his plate where he maneuvered peas into position with his fork and prayed she would change the subject. The more she dwelt on it the more chance his role in what happened could become obvious.



Elisabeth watched him in uncomfortable silence, acutely aware of the elephant in the room and of the glaring gaps in her recollection of Friday’s events. She felt embarrassed without knowing why and aroused without any reason. Her panties were beyond moist again and the slutty feelings she’d been experiencing all weekend were back. An overpowering guilt made her want to hug her husband and apologize to him without knowing why she should. Her hand reached out to pat his thigh reassuringly and inadvertently brushed across his crotch. It surprised her that he was already hard. The second pass was more deliberate and she traced the outline of his prick gauging its tumescence by touch. She wanted to make up for whatever she had allowed to happen Friday night and sex was the easiest way,



The zipper on his pants slid down easily and her hand slipped inside to cup his balls. She laid her head on his chest so he wouldn’t be able to tell that she was watching her own hand coaxing his cock. The clear viscous fluid was already coating his plum-like knob and she spread it around playfully before touching her fingertip to her tongue and tasting it with a shy smile. It seemed so forbidden, so deliciously indecent that her belly contracted with a pleasurable shudder. She could tell by the way that Lawrence shifted in his seat that he liked her touch. Lewd names and strange voices cluttered her battered thoughts in a way she had never experienced. In the maelstrom of madness that distorted every thought and action, she heard her own name linked with unspeakable vulgarities that both offended and excited her. The gentleness of sex with Lawrence was overpowered by the rough carnality of many hands squeezing, stroking, and opening her physically, emotionally, completely.



The smooth plum of Lawrence’s cock bathed her tongue in his liquid but Elisabeth was remembering something different, something uncut and unforgiving pushing deep, pummeling her throat, making her gag repeatedly. She felt dirty and abused. Her tongue swirled over her husband’s cock gathering his syrupy precum trying to mask the memories with the immediacy of the moment. But something deeper intruded like a disturbing vignette denying the completeness of her devotion. It was Lawrence’s cock in her mouth but it was a thick, uncut cudgel pounding her throat that stuck in her mind. As clear as if it was happening then she could hear a stranger’s voice belittling her.



Lawrence was moaning while his cock coated her tongue with his cum. Not the torrent that last Friday night had flooded her mouth to overflowing choking her with its abundance, but a modest load that she swallowed easily. For a few minutes she nursed on his softening member wanting to recreate the feelings of helplessness that would have allowed her absolution for her unfaithfulness. It excited her to remember having her nose buried in a forest of coarse pubic hair while an uncut cock had possessed her mouth and throat.



It was too real to be imagination. The taste and texture, the size and thickness, and the sheer volume of cum that she had swallowed, made Lawrence’s cock incapable of recreating those images. The humiliating words snapped through her thoughts like Tourette’s and they made her yearn for their return. She felt she was the cocksucker they had urged her to be and she was the shameless cunt they said she was. They had used all of her openings and she had let them, welcomed them, encouraged them and now she yearned for them again. Lawrence must never know.



To be continued…

Sitting crunched up in a tight ball in the armchair, knees hugged to chest, chin on knees, thumb wedged firmly in mouth, his eighteen-year-old daughter looked every bit the pouty little sulkmonster she’d been as a tantrum-prone toddler. From the hallway he looked on dotingly. His blonde angel. Where did the years go? He took off his shoes and breathed relief as his weary socked feet sank into the deep carpet. He slung his grey suit jacket over the banister and loosened his tie. Padding into the kitchen, hand raking his short grey hair, he called out,



“Cup of tea, pumpkin?”



From the living room came a sullen grunt. He sighed, remembering a time when he would have received a sparkling, “Yes please, Daddy!” in response, and a big hug upon his arrival home too. The dreaded teenage years had put paid to that. Still, she was a good girl. Good grades, good friends from good families. She was about to graduate in the top 3 of her class. He knew he could trust her to be sensible. This trust, this close bond that existed between them was what had got them through these difficult few years since his wife, her mother, had passed away. All they’d had was each other. He worried about her growing up without a female role model, worried she was too much of a tomboy with her sports and her lack of interest in fashion and makeup, even though she was physically a woman now. Boys too, he mused as he poured boiling water into their mugs. She’d never shown much of an interest in them or had any serious or long-lasting boyfriends. But for this of course he was glad. Like any protective father he was keenly attuned to anything that could hurt his daughter, and boys were number one on that list.



He carried the two steaming mugs of tea into the living room and coastered them on the coffee table. He looked expectantly at his daughter. She gave him the barest of glances and mumbled an unidentifiable word.



“Pardon me, young lady?” he asked.



She jerked her head around, pulling the thumb out of her mouth.



“I said, THANK YOU!”



Anger flashed through him at her defiant tone, but just as he was about to reprimand her he saw that her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks tear-streaked. Immediately his anger melted and he rushed to kneel down beside her chair.



“Sweetie, what is it? What’s the matter?” She stared ahead at the TV; some garish sitcom blared canned laughter at them. He grabbed the remote and pushed the OFF button, the screen obediently shrinking to black.



“Hey!” she protested.



“Baby, look at me. Look at me,” he insisted, taking her chin in his hand and pulling it firmly around to face him. “Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”



When she spoke, her voice was small.



“You’re going to be pissed at me.”



“Language, young lady! Why would I be… angry with you? What did you do?”



“It wasn’t… I didn’t… It wasn’t me, I mean…”



“Well then, what?” he pressed patiently.



She looked up at him, nervously, heartbreakingly doe-eyed.



“Okay Daddy, but you have to promise not to be… um, angry, okay?”



“Honey, you know I can’t make that promise without knowing what the matter is.”



“Daaaaad!”



“Okay sweetie, here’s the deal. If you’ve done nothing wrong, I promise not to be angry. Deal?”



“Deal.”



“So go on then. What happened?”



“Well. I was at school. You know we all go down to the bottom field on our lunch? The one by the woods?”



“You know you’re not supposed to…”



“Dad!” she interrupted, rolling her eyes. “Everyone does, okay? The teachers all know about it, most of them don’t even care unless you’re smoking weed or something.”



“You haven’t been…”



“Dad! No, of course not! God! But will you let me finish?”



“Sorry pumpkin. Go on.”



“Okay. So we were down in the field. And I was there with Marie but then she went off into the woods with Craig because they’re going out and they wanted to go… um, you know. Snogging and stuff.”



He could feel his chest start to tighten. Stuff? What was that supposed to mean? Is that what they all got up to, right in the school grounds?



“So anyway I was lying in the grass listening to my Ipod and waiting for Marie ’cause we had English together after lunch. And I was lying right around the side bit where no one really goes ’cause I had a crappy morning and I wanted to be on my own. And then. And then. These two boys from another class. I’m not going to say their names, before you ask me! But these two boys came and they started calling me… all these awful names.”



“Like what, sweetie?”



She was starting to tear up, her breath hitching.



“Like… like lezzer. And… and dyke,” she blurted.



“My God!” The protective fury was bubbling inside him. “Why would they call you those things?”



“Because. Because I never… well, I have had boyfriends before, but… you know… I’m the only one of my friends who hasn’t… you know. And because one of the boys asked me out earlier this year and I said no because he’s a creep and now he keeps saying those awful things about me and I bet he’s spreading it around the whole school too and he’s such an asshole and God I hate him and his stupid friends too!” With this, she dissolved into tears.



Her father leaned in, scooped her up in his arms, let her sob messily onto his shoulder.



“There there. There there. It’s okay. It’s not your fault, sweetie. It’s okay.”



Those little bastards, he thought. Those evil little bastards.



Her sobs eased and she pulled away, accepting the tissue he offered her and blowing her nose noisily.



“D… Daddy?”



“Yes, sweetie?”



“That’s not all.”



“What’s not all?”



“That happened. That’s not all that happened.”



Panic stabbed his chest. He fought to breathe. Outwardly calm, he said:



“What else happened, sweetie? You can tell me.”



“Okay, but this is the part you’re going to get pissed about. I just know it.”



“Sweetie, just tell me.”



“Okay. So they were calling me all of these names and I was so upset. Not just names, they were saying all of these things I was supposed to have done… with girls… they were being so graphic and disgusting. Dad, you know I didn’t do any of that stuff, right?”



“I know, sweetie. Go on.”



“And I got so pissed. I leapt up and kicked one of them. In the. In the balls!”



“Good girl! That’s my girl!” He punched her affectionately on the arm.



“You’re not cross about that?”



“Of course not baby, he totally deserved it.”



“Okay, but what happened next… oh Daddy, I don’t want to tell you!”



She picked up a cushion and buried her flushed face behind it. He gently prised it away, placed it on the floor. He held her by the shoulders, looked her straight in the eyes. Though his insides were churning, his voice was calm and controlled.



“Sweetie. Sweetie, look at me. Did they do anything to hurt you? Did they? Did those boys hurt you?”



His eyes burned into her and she trembled under his firm grasp. She lowered her eyes and spoke into her lap.



“When I… when I kicked that boy — can we call him Tommy?”



Her father nodded.



“When I kicked Tommy he fell down and got really pissed. He was shouting and swearing and he told the other boy — Billy — he told Billy to grab me. And Billy’s really big, he’s much bigger than me, and he grabbed my arms before I could stop him and he held them behind my back. And I was kicking and struggling but I couldn’t get away. And Tommy got up and called me a bitch, and he said no one does that to me, and he slapped me around the face really hard so that my ear was ringing. And he said, I’m going to teach you a lesson you… you fucking dyke, I’ll show you what you’ve been missing. He yelled for Billy to get me on the ground, and he pushed and Billy pulled me over, and then I was on my back and Billy was holding my arms above my head and Tommy was sitting on my legs so I couldn’t move. And Tommy pulled up my shirt and was touching my — he was touching inside my bra. And Billy was laughing. And Tommy was saying you like that don’t you dyke? He was pinching me really hard. Then he put his hand up my skirt. He started touching me over my knickers. And Daddy I was scared, I was really scared and I was staying stop it, please stop, but he wouldn’t stop, and I could feel him rubbing himself against my leg.”



“I’ll kill him,” said her father, calm and glassy-eyed. “I’ll kill them both.”



The room swirled around him in a nightmarish surreality. Visions of these boys, these animals defiling his beautiful daughter. Anguish for her suffering; despair that he hadn’t been there to help her; rage, hot, homicidal rage, the desire to rip them apart with his bare hands. He was still gripping her arms and he felt as if for the first time how soft and delicate she was. How vulnerable, how precious.



“But Daddy,” she continued meekly. “Daddy, listen.”



“Tell me, sweetie. Tell me everything.”



“I…I didn’t want to like it, Daddy.” she sobbed.



“What?” He was shocked out of his rage and despair, certain he could not have heard her right.



“I didn’t want to like it,” she repeated in the tiniest of voices. “But he kept touching me… there. And he took off my knickers and he was touching me right on my… you know. And I don’t know why, I didn’t want him to do it but when he kept doing it, it started to feel — it started to feel good.”



She buried her head in his chest, cheeks burning with shame.



“Please don’t hate me, Daddy.”



She spoke muffled into his chest, her breath warm and damp through his shirt.



“Sweetie, I need you to tell me what happened next.”



He didn’t know how he could keep his voice so level, so controlled, when he could hardly breathe for… for what? Anger? Disappointment? Fear? Something else, something… oh god, she was so small in his arms, how could this be happening?



“Baby, tell me,” he repeated.



She backed away from his chest, looked up at him from teary eyes and continued.



“I realised I wasn’t struggling any more. That I didn’t want to escape. All I could think about was how good he was making me feel, his fingers on me and in…inside me. And Billy’s hands on my chest, feeling my boobs. They both kept leaning down and kissing me, sticking their tongues in my mouth really roughly, and it felt really wrong but really good too.”



He could feel an uncomfortable tightening in his suit trousers. There was no denying it to himself now. His senses were clouded with lust. He was aware of her breath on him, the softness of her skin, the smell of her hair. You pervert! You sicko! he chided himself desperately. She’s your daughter, for Christ’s sake! But the heat coming off her… and it had been so long since he’d been with a woman… a woman… he hadn’t even noticed that his little girl had become a woman, with all these womanly feelings.



“Baby,” he said in a hoarse voice. “has any boy ever touched you like that before?”



“No, Daddy! I promise, I promise!”



“Okay sweetie, I believe you. Have you… ever touched yourself like that before?”



“Daddy!” she squealed.



Mortified, she tried to bury her head in his chest again, and his stomach lurched with excitement.



“It’s okay, baby. Look at me, sweetie. It’s totally normal to touch yourself, to make yourself feel good.”



“Oh my god, Dad, you’re so embarrassing! I know, alright! They taught us that stuff in health class years ago, even if you were too scared to talk to me about it after Mum died. God!”



“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry. It hasn’t been easy for me, you know. Without your mother around.”



“I’m sorry, Dad. Of course it has been. For us both.”



He stroked her blonde hair tenderly. “You’re a real woman now. I sometimes forget. Your mother would be proud.”



He rose to his feet.



“Sweetie, my knees are hurting from kneeling like that. Poor old man, eh! Come and sit on the sofa with me.”



He held out his hand to her, pulled her to her feet. He lead her to the sofa, thrilling at the feel of her warm hand in his. He sank down onto the end cushion, crossing his legs as he did so. She jumped down beside him, sat cross-legged and facing him on the middle cushion. He caught a glimpse of her white knickers before she folded her school skirt down over her legs; his cock twitched involuntarily. He picked up her hand again, and said to her,



“Pumpkin, tell me what happened next. It’s okay, I’m not mad at you, I promise.”



She took a deep breath.



“Well… Tommy unzipped his trousers and he took his…”



“His?”



“God, Dad, you know!”



“It’s okay, sweetie. We’re both grownups now. Don’t think you can shock your old man!”



“Okay, he took his DICK out. He told me to touch it. It was all warm and stiff and he kept moving it in my hand. Billy took his out as well and put it in my other hand so I was touching both of their dicks at once. And they were both lying next to me on the grass and touching me and kissing me still. Then Billy started to move his dick back and forth in my hand really fast, and then he squirted all of his… his cum over my hand. And then Tommy did the same. And then they stopped kissing me and touching me, they just put their dicks back in their trousers and stood up and brushed all the grass off themselves, and I was lying on the grass still with my skirt up and my top up, and they started walking off and Tommy said, ‘Later, dyke!’ and they both laughed. And I felt so bad and confused, because they just left me there and at first I didn’t want them to touch me and then I didn’t want them to stop and I wanted that good feeling back and I felt like they tricked me, those assholes tricked me and I hate them oh Daddy I hate them!”



She started sobbing again, shifting position and leaning her head into the space between his arm and chest as he wrapped his arm around her narrow shoulders. Her arm was around his waist, her chest hitching against him as she sobbed.



“And that’s everything, sweetie?”



He could hardly talk. His erection strained painfully against his trousers but he didn’t dare adjust himself.



“Yes, Daddy. I cleaned myself up and got dressed and sat and waited for Marie, and when she came back I didn’t tell her what had happened and we just went to English like normal. And then afterwards I came straight home.”



“That’s my good girl.”



“But I can’t stop thinking about what happened. How can I hate them so much and still want it to happen again?”



“Now you listen to me, sweetie.” He was stern now, forcing that fatherly boom. “You are not — NOT — to see those boys again, do you hear me?”



“But Daddy…”



“No buts! I mean it! What they did was wrong. Do you hear me? Wrong. Now I will go to the school, go to their parents, go to the police — wait, let me finish — if that’s what you want me to do. But you’re big enough now to make that decision for yourself. If you decide you don’t want me to do that, I will respect that decision. But whatever happens, you are forbidden to see them or talk to them again. You are to stay away from that field, and you are to stay with your friends at all times, is that clear?”



“Yes, Daddy.”



“Now,” he said, tone softening. “Give me a big hug.”



She nestled into him. He put his arms around her, squeezed her, closed his eyes, kissed her soft hair, kissed her forehead.



“No matter how old you get, you’ll alway be my special little pumpkin. And of course I’m not angry with you. You’ve done nothing wrong.”



She squeezed him back, sighed.



“Thank you, Daddy. I was so worried.”



“I know, sweetie, I know. Shh now. It’s okay. It’s okay. Daddy’s here.”



His hands shook as he stroked her back. His heart was beating fast. She was so warm, so soft. She was his daughter. He knew she trusted him implicitly. He hated himself, he hated himself but he felt unable to stop, mind filled with images of those filthy teenage boys humping their dirty little cocks into her sweet hands, about them defiling her, spilling their filthy loads all over his precious angel. His sweet angel all covered in cum; abandoned on the grass, humiliated and alone and unsatisfied. Those filthy little reprobates! He was filled with poisonous hatred and jealousy and lust. Why couldn’t he have been the one to introduce his sweet daughter to sex? He, who would have been gentle and loving and caring, he who would teach and nurture her and only be concerned with her pleasure?



He continued to stroke her back, her arms, her neck, her shoulders; his head filled with filth and anguish and self-recrimination. He was sick, he was sick! But he felt powerless to stop. His daughter was giving out little contented purrs in response to his stroking, which encouraged him to be more daring. His hand moved from her back to her side; down her side and over her bottom. Her eyes were closed. Her left leg was now hooked over his, her head on his chest, her arms around his body. His firm hand followed this path, stroking, stroking, exploring her body ever further, hardly daring to breathe. Her knee lay so close to the swollen bulge of his crotch that he could almost feel it. He imagined he really could feel it, imagined her rubbing against it, gentle at first then harder. He allowed his hand to brush her small breast and he felt her tense and then relax, not pulling away, not disgusted or indignant. He brushed it again and this time she did not tense. She shifted against his leg and he felt a shock of adrenaline as he realised how tightly she was gripping his leg between her thighs.



“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked.



“Mmm, yes Daddy,” she replied drowsily.



He couldn’t stand it any more. He began to work his hand up under her shirt. When he felt her tense, he said, “Shh sweetie, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s only me, it’s only Daddy.” He stroked her bare, soft stomach. Slowly he worked his hand further up until he could feel the edge of her bra. He let his finger graze her nipples through the thin cotton, and she let out a little whimper.



“That okay, baby?”



“Yes, Daddy.”



“I’m going to take your shirt and bra off. I want to see what a woman you’ve become.”



“But Daddy…”



“It’s okay, baby. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”



“Okay, Daddy.”



He unbuttoned her white school shirt and removed it. He then reached behind her back; unhooked her bra and slid it down over her breasts and arms. His hands returned to her breasts, exploring the little nubs, the pink little nipples standing up hard and perky. He took one and rolled it around between his thumb and forefinger, then increased the pressure, squeezing and tweaking it.



“Does that feel good, baby?”



But he already knew the answer. Her breath came hard and ragged; she ground herself against his leg. He felt as though his cock would burst if it didn’t get some attention soon. But he held back; for his daughter’s sake he took his time, playing with her nipples as she moaned softly. He picked her up and manoeuvred her so that she lay on her back on the sofa, with him lying on his side facing her. Bending down he kissed her softly on the lips, feeling her lips part under his. Oh, he had kissed his daughter before but never like this! She leaned forward and crushed her lips against him. He felt her tongue snake out nervously to meet his, and he responded in kind, pushing his into her warm mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer to him as their tongues battled. His other hand found her nipple again; pulled and twisted as she moaned into his mouth. He pulled away and kissed down her neck, down her chest. He kissed and licked her breasts, taking each nipple in turn in his mouth and sucking on it as he played with the opposite one. He marvelled at their sensitivity, at how wantonly she responded, humping the air above her, pussy desperate for attention. His cock was now pressed into her hip and the sensation was almost too much for him. Still sucking at her nipple, he slid his other hand down and under her skirt. He traced a gentle line over her knickers, sending an electric jolt through them both. He grew bolder, rubbing harder, and she responded by rocking her hips up and down, trying to guide his hand to the place that felt best. Sweat was pouring off him.

Author’s Note: As always, any feedback from readers — whether favorable or not — is much appreciated. Please vote and provide your comments! Regards, Average Bear



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I’ve met some of the kindest, most genuinely caring people in church. I’ve also met some of the most priggish, self-righteous assholes there.



Those in the latter camp are what I call the “dividers” — those who divide “us” against “them.” They’ve forgotten the message that we’re all sinners in need of forgiveness.



The “dividers” are the modern-day Pharisees, whom Jesus said were “whitewashed tombs”: beautiful on the outside, but full of dead men’s bones on the inside. Lest I myself be guilty of being a divider, let me sincerely state that these hypocrites truly need our prayers — and but for the grace of God, there go I.



Among the chief dividers that I’ve met in church life was Brother Larry Kershaw. He was the pastor of the First Baptist Church in the small Southern town where I used to live. Or, as they’re fond of saying in Southern Baptist churches, he was the “preacher.” He tended his flock with an iron fist.



“There are the sheep, and then there are the GOATS,” Brother Larry was fond of saying. He was able to twist the Scriptures to make it sound like we’re in an all-out war. Not a war against hunger, or a war against poverty, or a war against oppression — rather a war against homosexuals, a war against pornographers, a war against politicians who don’t happen to be Republican.



“Brother Larry,” I once asked him, “don’t you think all these people you’re preaching against need God’s grace, too?”



“Turn or burn, that’s my motto,” he retorted almost gleefully, “but these folks have made their choice. They’ve signed up for the wrong team. They’re the goats!”



“But isn’t it a war against darkness and spiritual powers, rather than against other people? I mean, didn’t Peter say that the Lord is not willing that ANY should perish, but that ALL should come to repentance?”



“You’re wasting your breath,” he said, “sounds like you’ve been eating some of that LIBERAL garbage that the Hollywood media’s been feeding you!”



“Brother Larry — I got it from the Bible, not the media…”



“Then you’re MISINTERPRETING it. I didn’t go to seminary and get my Master’s of Divinity for nothing, Tom. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”



Brother Larry was ALWAYS sure of himself. And yet, somehow, I didn’t really trust him. My fears about his authenticity were borne out when my wife, Tricia, left me.



“So, Tom, you understand you’ll have to resign from the deacon board.” These were Brother Larry’s first words of counsel to me in my hour of devastation and need.



I had served as a deacon in the church for nearly five years. I had reached out to families struggling with illness and to individuals in financial need. I had taught Sunday School, and truly believed what I was teaching. I had gladly visited patients in hospitals and nursing homes. And now I was being told that because my wife had left me, I was no longer fit for service.



Perhaps all that time spent in the Lord’s service and away from Tricia had led to the demise of our marriage. She not only wouldn’t join me in ministering to others, but she stopped going to church entirely. With Brother Larry’s hellfire and brimstone messages, I bought into her excuse for not wanting to go: she couldn’t stand the preaching. But she politely declined my offer to look for another church together.



The truth was that Tricia had found someone else. She had decided to join a local band, playing local gigs. Being a talented vocalist, she had exchanged the church choir for a rock band. And she soon exchanged her husband of eight years for the lead guitarist in the rock band.



Brother Larry seemed incapable of comprehending the painful loss and sense of utter rejection that I was experiencing. I needed comfort and compassion; he offered only coldness and cruelty. “The Apostle Paul was clear,” he was saying as I reeled from his verbal blows, “deacons are to be the husbands of one wife. That means nobody who’s divorced.”



“But we’re not divorced yet…”



“But the writing’s on the wall, just like for Belshazzar in the book of Daniel,” he replied cynically.



“Can’t we talk about this later?” I asked.



“I like things neat and tidy,” he replied, “I’ll expect your written resignation by next Sunday. We’ll start the replacement process the following week.”



I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. I was angry at his callous and cavalier attitude. I was deeply saddened by the double whammy of losing my wife and my ministry in one fell swoop. I walked away to avoid saying something I’d later regret.



* * * * *



Sitting in church the next Sunday, my deacon resignation letter in hand, I noticed Brother Larry’s wife Sarah sitting on the front row. She seemed tired, gaunt, almost sickly.



As we all stood to sing a hymn, my eyes remained on Sarah Kershaw. She was at least ten years younger than Brother Larry — probably about my age. Her personality was a stark contrast to his — where he was confident, loud and brash, she was mild-mannered, quiet and cautious.



The thought crossed my mind, as I sang and watched, that she almost seemed to blend into the background — not just here and now, but in church life generally. The spotlight was always on Brother Larry, whereas Sarah was always in the shadows. I suspected he liked it that way.



Another realization that struck me was that Sarah was an extremely attractive woman. She did her best to hide it. She wore no makeup or jewelry. She did little to fix up her hair. She wore extremely high necklines, not daring to show cleavage. Her skirts and dresses never ventured above her knees. Yet, somehow, she exuded a quiet, innocent allure.



Her loose-fitting clothes could not completely disguise her slim hips and ample breasts. Her arms and calf muscles were toned and athletic. Her dark auburn hair was certainly God’s gift rather than the product of a Clairol or L’Oreal bottle. Her clear, natural complexion was nearly flawless, save for a few endearing freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. And her green eyes belied a spirit and spark much greater than she had yet displayed while operating within her husband’s shadow.



“Please take your seats,” Brother Larry’s voice boomed from the podium, stirring me out of my reverie. The music was over, and I was among the stragglers still standing. My eye caught Sarah’s as she turned to sit. Her sad, tired countenance showed an immediate reflection of my own pain. She tilted her head and pursed her lips in an empathetic gesture.



Half an hour later, after sitting through another of Larry’s scorched-earth sermons, I waited patiently for other congregants to finish telling him what a wonderful message he’d given. When the coast was clear, I handed him my letter. He read it and said, “I’ll handle it from here.” No thanks for services rendered, no expressions of sympathy for a dashed marriage, no words of wisdom for dealing with the pain — he had what he needed, transaction complete.



As I walked toward the back to leave the building, a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned and was pleasantly surprised to see Sarah Kershaw’s attractive countenance. She bore a look of concern. “I heard about you and Tricia,” she offered, “I know it’s none of my business, but…”



She left the thought hanging. I knew she didn’t know what to say, but wanted to show her concern. There were others in the church for whom the same words as Sarah’s would have been tantamount to asking for the juicy details. Not Sarah Kershaw. She was definitely not the gossipy kind.



“Thanks, Mrs. Kershaw,” I replied, “it’s tough right now, but I’ll eventually be okay. I may even get to the point where I can wish Tricia a happy life.”



Sarah’s response left me speechless. A tear leaked out of one eye, then another from the other eye. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry,” was all she could manage to say. She hurried past me and made a beeline toward their family vehicle. She sat, head down, her face buried in her hands.



It would be a long wait until Brother Larry was finished soaking up all the congregational adulation and joined her in the car.



* * * * *



Over the course of the next week, I had a chance to stew on Brother Larry’s cold and cruel response to my predicament. Though I stayed busy at work, my time outside of work had been freed completely by my banishment from the deacon group.



A devious and cruel plan began to form in my mind. I was somewhat ashamed for even thinking of it. I knew down deep that revenge belongs to the Lord, and that I should show kindness to my enemies. But the more I thought about my plan, the more I liked it. If it worked, then he deserved it. If it didn’t, then I needed to accept it graciously and move on.



“Give the bastard a taste of his own medicine” was the crux of my plan. Get his wife to cheat on him. Under his own interpretation of Scripture, he would necessarily be made the scapegoat for her indiscretions. He might even learn some empathy by finding out what it feels like to lose his ministry for something beyond his control.



But why would she be willing to cheat on him? That was the key question. Understand what makes her tick, and maybe she could be led astray.



She’d already shown me that she was a person of deep empathy. I strongly suspected she was a person of great loyalty as well. It would be hard to stay with a prick like Larry without feeling a strong sense of obligation. Therefore, an outright and direct seduction would be out of the question.



However, her loyalty could be a two-edged sword. Surely it would make her reluctant to do anything that could harm Larry. But it could also be used against her, if she were forced to choose the lesser of two evils when it came to harming Larry.



By church time on Wednesday night, my plan was beginning to materialize. I’d find a way to make Sarah choose the lesser harm to Larry. The beauty of figuring out the lesser and greater harm for a clown like Larry was that he wore his psychology on his sleeve.



His most cherished relationship was obviously not that with his wife; it was his dominion over his congregation. If I could create an appearance to Sarah that Brother Larry’s congregational dominion was threatened, she might be willing to compromise her relationship with him to avert the threat. Little would she realize that their compromised relationship would bring his dominion tumbling down. She’d adopt the same mistaken assumption that all of us do: that our unseen deeds will go undiscovered.



Our Wednesday night services at First Baptist Church were always preceded by a family style home-cooked dinner. These meals were prepared by volunteers and funded by donations. One of the elderly ladies who had cooked the meal pulled me aside as I was about to get into the food line.



“Tom,” said Mrs. Ogglesby, “I want you to know that we’re all praying for you and Tricia. Times like these call for family to pull together. And we’re your family here at the church.” She smiled up at me and then gave me a tender hug.



I was genuinely touched by the old woman’s words and gestures. I had gotten to know her better during visits to her dying husband at the hospital the prior year. She did feel like family — as did many of the other parishioners.



I began to question my strategy. Would I destroy the family if I destroyed its head?



I decided that the head of the family was not the pastor. The head was divine. If bringing down the pastor could bring down the church, then the church was of man and not of God.



Just as I reached this conclusion, Sarah Kershaw walked by. She gave me a glance and a smile, then proceeded to join her husband in line. My eyes lingered on her for a moment too long.



“Is this just about Larry and me?” I thought, “Or is it about Sarah and me, too?”



I decided it wasn’t necessarily “either/or” but perhaps “both/and.” Larry certainly had some lessons to learn. As to Sarah, I’d never really thought about her sexually when I had Tricia at my side. But now, I realized, I found her downright hot in an understated sort of way. I was actually excited about trying to lead her astray. And unless I was way off the mark in my assessment of Larry’s investment in his marriage, Sarah was a woman who was quite unfulfilled in her marriage.



After the meal was over, Larry went into the sanctuary to prepare for the start of the service. I watched to see when Sarah would head in that direction. As I saw her leaving the fellowship hall, I scrambled to catch up. Halfway down the hallway, I gave a “Pssst!” to her to get her attention.



“Tom — what’s the matter?” she asked.



“Mrs. Kershaw, would you mind stepping into a classroom to chat for just a minute? I don’t want to take much of your time, but I need to talk to you,” I said.



“Certainly, Tom.” She followed me into the 5th grade Sunday School classroom.



“Please, have a seat,” I prompted with a wave of my hand. I suddenly realized that all the chairs were built for ten year-old children.



“Thanks, I’ll stand,” she replied.



Before I began to speak, I mentally rehearsed the story I’d concocted to get her attention. I wanted to be careful to sound plausible. I would have preferred not to lie, but when it came down to it, I felt I had no choice. It would be up to her to decide whom to trust.



“You know that Tricia has left me, Mrs. Kershaw?”



She hesitated. I saw a tear forming in the corner of her eye. “Yes, Tom, that’s what I was trying to say to you on Sunday. I know you’re the victim in this, and I feel awful for you.”



“Thanks, Mrs. Kershaw. That’s very kind of you. But I’m not the only one who’s a victim.”



“It’s noble of you to share the blame, Tom — but it’s clear to everyone that Tricia’s the one who walked away from church, and walked away from you.”



“But she tried, Mrs. Kershaw. She sought help before it was too late. She went to see — your husband.”



“She did? Larry never mentioned that…”



“Perhaps he simply respects parishioner confidentiality. Or perhaps — he’s ashamed of himself.”



“Why, whatever do you mean, Mr. Verbeek?” She looked genuinely puzzled.



“Well, I can’t be sure, Mrs. Kershaw. I only know what Tricia told me. And I guess it’s hard for me to trust what she says any more. So I guess there may be nothing to it…”



“Nothing to — what?”



“Well, it’s like this. Tricia said that the first time she stumbled with that guitarist boyfriend of hers, she felt terribly guilty about it. She asked to see Brother Larry for counseling, and when he met her in his office, he wasn’t exactly helpful.”



“Did he start berating her?” Sarah asked expectantly. It was obvious that this was a tactic of Larry’s with which she was exceedingly familiar.



“Surprisingly, no,” I said. “She says he was quite interested in her willingness to cheat on her husband. She says he got a silly grin and shut his office door. She says he tried to — take advantage of her.”



Sarah’s eyes flew open wide and her jaw dropped. “My Larry?” she asked, somewhat inanely, as if I might be talking about someone else.



“According to Tricia, he threatened to tell me about her tryst with the guitarist if she didn’t let him have his way with her. He started getting physical with her. He got part of what he wanted. Then she finally stopped him. She said it was better to leave the church than to give in to a hypocrite. That was also the end of her attempt to set things right with me.”



“Oh, my LORD!” Sarah gasped.



“I’m sorry to break it to you, Mrs. Kershaw. But, like I said, I don’t know whether to trust Tricia’s word any more. I thought it would be better for you to approach your husband and gently ask him about it, than for me to confront him and risk a spectacle.”



“I — I — don’t know what to say,” she stammered, “I’ll think about it, and pray about it, and decide what to do.”



“Thanks, Mrs. Kershaw. Maybe I can ask you about it on Sunday morning. I’d sure feel better knowing there was nothing to it.”



* * * * *



Sunday morning couldn’t arrive soon enough for me. I had laid the trap carefully, and if my view of their relationship was correct, Larry was in trouble. Either Sarah would follow her personality pattern and avoid the confrontation, or she would confront him and he would berate her for asking. Either way, he would do nothing to assuage the seed of mistrust that I’d planted. I searched my mental recesses to remember the character from Shakespeare’s “Othello” who had employed a similar strategy. Ah, yes — Iago, a man after my own evil heart.



Before Sunday School that morning, I saw Sarah in the hallway. She looked even more gaunt and tired than the previous Sunday morning. I felt a twinge of guilt. I doubted she’d slept more than a few hours since Wednesday night.



“Any word?” I asked.



“No — sorry, Tom. I just haven’t been able to bring myself to talk to him about it.”



“Oh,” I replied dubiously. “Then I suppose I should talk to him about it. If it’s true, I think the deacon board will need to know.”



She tensed immediately. The fear on her face was almost palpable. The deacon board had the power to sway the church to oust the pastor. “Oh, no, Tom — there’s no need to do that. I’m sure it was just — just a misunderstanding.”



So I was right. She would rather protect her husband than confront him. “Let’s see just how far she’s willing to go to protect him,” I thought silently.



“I have to get to Sunday School,” I said aloud, “but I think we should talk later. I think the deacons need to be aware of what’s happened, but I’m willing to entertain other options.”



I left my intentions vague. Larry had a nominating committee meeting that was scheduled for two hours that afternoon. Sarah and I agreed to meet during that time to discuss the situation further. She acquiesced to my suggestion that we meet upstairs in an adult Sunday School room, where the chairs were not designed for ten year-olds. My ulterior motive was to get her alone in an isolated area of the church building. The nominating committee would be meeting downstairs in the fellowship hall, at the opposite end of the building.



Two o’clock was the appointed time. I had feasted on fried chicken at KFC for lunch. I’m sure Sarah had barely touched any food as she fretted over our meeting.



“Look, Mrs. Kershaw, I’ll be honest,” I said, “I’m beginning to think that Tricia’s story MUST be true. The way you’re avoiding your husband tells me YOU believe it. So I think I should go to the deacons at their five o’clock meeting this afternoon.”



“Oh, no, Tom — PLEASE don’t do that. I’m sure that if there was a problem on Larry’s part, he’s sincerely sorry about it.”



“Tricia didn’t seem to think he was sorry. She said he laughed when she took off. She said it was clear that if she hadn’t left, he was going to — to have sex with her. She was very explicit about what he did to her.”



“Gracious — no,” she whispered.



“Yes,” I countered, “She said he started by fondling her breasts — like this.” I reached out and cupped Sarah’s well-formed breasts in my palms. Even though my touch was through her blouse and bra, I could tell her tits were pert and supple.



She immediately shrank back in response. “There’s no need to SHOW me, Mr. Verbeek!” she chided, raising her voice.



“Oh, but I think there IS,” I contradicted, “a ‘tit for a tat’, so to speak.”



“Mr. Vebeek, it’s WRONG of you to TOUCH me like that!”



“I’m not so sure. YOUR HUSBAND touched MY WIFE like that — and he did a whole lot more. You don’t seem to think THAT’S wrong!”



“A whole lot MORE?” she asked worriedly.



“Yes. He did this — ” I leaned forward and took her in my arms, planting a kiss on her lips. I tried to gain entry to her mouth, pressing my tongue firmly against it, but she would not give in. I rubbed her ass with my hand, trying to ease her resistance, but she held firm.

She pulled away from me. “Mr. Verbeek, this has got to STOP!”



“I’m just showing you what a rat your husband is,” I replied, throwing my hands up in the air as if I was fully justified and at a loss as to why she’d be offended.



“It’s just not — PROPER!” she said, tears beginning to fill her eyes.



Another twinge of guilt pricked my conscience, but the devil on my left shoulder overwhelmed the angel on my right.



“I’m sorry, Mrs. Kershaw, but there’s a lot more that your husband did to my wife. I think the deacons need to know exactly what their fearless leader has been up to….”



“No, Tom — PLEASE! Just let me work it out with him…” The tears continued to flow.



“You’ve had four days since I talked to you, and you’ve done NOTHING about it. Why should I give you more time?”



“I just — hadn’t realized the SERIOUSNESS of the situation. Please, give me a few more days. I PROMISE I’ll do whatever I can to make it right.”



I looked her over lasciviously from head to toe. I deliberately rested my eyes on her breasts and pelvic region for several moments each. I hoped she would notice through her tears. I wanted her to know what I had in mind. “That’s a promise?” I asked with a deliberate grin and raised eyebrow.



She hesitated in giving a response, trying to dry her tears. “Within reason,” she finally answered.



I smiled my most charming smile. “Great!” I said cheerfully, “the deacons meet again on Wednesday night. How about you meet with me on Tuesday night to give me an update? I’m sure Brother Larry will be on visitation on Tuesday night, so you can just stop by my house while he’s gone.”



“I — I couldn’t come ALONE to your house. People might see me — and — and get the WRONG idea!”



“Tell you what,” I replied, trying to sound as if I was taking it easy on her, “I’ll arrange to have a hotel room at the Super 8 across town. That way you won’t have to worry about being seen at my house. You just meet me in the lobby there, and we’ll go speak in private. Nobody has to know…”



“Oh, THANK YOU, Mr. Verbeek. That’s mighty kind of you.” She managed a smile behind her dried-up tears. As book smart as I knew she was, her naivete astounded me. She may as well have just fallen off the turnip truck.



* * * * *



I took off work early on Tuesday to set my plan into motion. I rigged a stationary video camera on a tripod inside the closet, and pointed it toward the bed. The view captured most of the hotel room. With two hours worth of recording time available on the disc, I set the camcorder running as I left the room for our 5:30 appointment.



Sarah Kershaw was fidgeting behind a tall plastic plant as I sauntered into the lobby. She was again in a dress, which was again too high in the neck and too low in the hem.



She looked up as I approached. Somewhat flustered, she said, “I really shouldn’t be here. Larry would be mortified if he knew.”



“Haven’t you spoken with him?”



Her hesitation told me everything I needed to know. “I… I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. He’s the — the head of the household. And he’s always provided for me. For me to — to ACCUSE him would seem so… UNGRATEFUL.”



I was stunned. What kind of mind control had Larry been using? If he truly HAD been doing what I’d said, gratitude should be the LAST thing on Sarah’s mind. But if she truly trusted him, she should have told me to take a flying leap and told her husband what I was up to. No, she was one confused lady. My guilt pangs were on the rise.



But I had a role to play, and retribution to render. “Let’s go talk in private,” I suggested. She followed me out of the lobby and up to my second floor room. I closed the door and latched it.



“Mr. Verbeek, there’s no need to latch it.”



“I just thought you’d want some privacy…”



“But I’d like to be able to leave without impediment if I wish,” she countered.



“Okay, fine,” I said, unlatching the lock, “but I don’t think you’ll be leaving any time soon. We have a lot to work out.”



“I’m prepared to offer you money, Tom,” she said, a fearful expression on her face. “We don’t have much financially, but I can scrape together a few hundred dollars.”



A deliberate smirk spread across my face. “And you think a few hundred dollars will make amends for what your husband did to my wife and me?”



“I — um — I don’t know, Tom. I feel just AWFUL about it. I wish I had MORE…”



“Oh, but you DO!” I retorted.



“No, seriously, Tom — Larry doesn’t make much more than we need just to get by. And I’ve been working part-time at the library, but I don’t make much at all.”



“I wasn’t talking about money,” I replied firmly, gazing at her breasts.



Her eyes followed mine. “You — you can’t be SERIOUS!” she responded vehemently.



“Think about it, Sarah. Your husband has, by his words and actions, robbed me of the comfort of my wife. And right now I need some — comfort. ‘Turnabout’s fair play’ and all that,” I said, trying to sound like the injured one.



“But — but — I’ve NEVER been unfaithful to my husband!” she cried out, tears once again beginning to stream down her cheeks.



“That makes ONE of you who’s faithful,” I replied coldly. I nearly had myself convinced that Larry was a skirt chaser. Maybe he was, for all I knew. But I knew for sure that he was something far worse — a heartless prick who judged and destroyed others.



Nonetheless, my conscience was rearing its not-so-ugly head as I thought more clearly about what I was doing to Sarah. I was breaking her trust for her husband, pushing her toward an outcome that she could never have imagined from her innocent view of the world.



I reached out and wiped the tear from her cheek with my thumb. I waited, watching her shoulders heave gently and her freckled nose contort with sniffles. She was a good woman, and I was a heel.



But I was a heel with a libido. She was truly a very pretty woman, and with a little luck, I would basically have her at my mercy. I found myself thinking less of revenge and more of satisfaction of another sort. Sarah was infinitely more pleasant to think about than Larry.



I put my finger under her chin and tilted her face up toward mine. I held her gaze for several seconds. Her crystal green eyes were pools of confusion and doubt. “Looks like YOU could use some comfort, too,” I said sincerely. I wrapped my arms around her in a gentle embrace.



She cried into my shoulder for a minute or so, then pushed back to capture my gaze once again. “What do you want in exchange for not going to the deacons?” she asked, a note of resignation in her voice.



“Only one thing, and then you’ll never hear another word about it again from me…”



“Just one thing?” she echoed.



“But it’s pretty — intimate,” I cautioned.



“I will NOT have sex with you, Mr. Verbeek!” Sarah insisted.



“That’s not exactly what I was going to suggest. Bill Clinton wouldn’t refer to what I have in mind as ‘sex’. He did NOT have sex with that woman — Monica Lewinsky,” I declared solemnly.



“I — I’m not putting your — your THING in my mouth,” she exclaimed.



“That’s also not what I had in mind.”



“It’s not?”



“No. Remember, I said YOU could use some comfort, too…”



She stared blankly for a moment. Then, as the realization as to my meaning sunk in, her green eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. She looked down at her own pelvic region. “You mean — you want to — you’re asking to provide — ORAL stimulation to ME?”



I smiled at her and nodded.



“But — but — I’ve — I’ve — I’ve NEVER done something like that, Mr. Verbeek. Larry says that it’s — SINFUL!” she cried out.



It was just as I had suspected. Brother Larry, selfish prick that he was, had never gone down on his wife. He had even convinced her that it was morally wrong, even for husband and wife.



“Tell me where the Bible says anything about that,” I retorted.



After an uncomfortable silence, I challenged her with what I knew to be true. “You can’t do it. It’s not there,” I said.



Her continuing silence validated my assertion.



“I think your husband’s been robbing you of a healthy marriage,” I ventured further, “just like he robbed me of mine. Now, shall I go to the deacons tomorrow night?”



“But — I’d — I’d be so — so EMBARRASSED to let you do what you’re suggesting,” she countered.



“Your husband will be MORE embarrassed when his sins are uncovered,” I taunted accusingly.



“Do you PROMISE that’s all there will be to it? It ends TONIGHT, and you won’t make me do ANYTHING more than you’ve suggested?” she pleaded.



“Scout’s honor,” I said, “anything further will strictly be at YOUR bidding. And I think the embarrassment will be fleeting.”



“You’ll keep your clothes on?” she asked.



“For as long as you want me to…”



She flushed in embarrassment, then looked down at the floor. “I — I can’t believe I’m actually considering this,” she muttered softly.



“I promise you that you’ll like it,” I said simply.



I saw a flash — a spark — light a dormant fire in her eyes.



“Let me get ready in the bathroom,” she said quietly.



My plan was working to perfection. Even if she simply let me go down on her, the video evidence would be sufficient to get her husband fired. If she liked it as much as I suspected she would, her husband was in even deeper shit.



I waited eagerly, sitting on the edge of the bed. I heard water running in the sink. “You go girl,” I thought distractedly, “get yourself ready for me.”



The bathroom door creaked as it opened. I turned to watch Sarah enter the bedroom. I was sorely disappointed. She still wore the same long dress that she’d had on since she arrived.



“Change your mind?” I asked, visibly disappointed.



She didn’t speak a single word. She simply held up a pair of white cotton panties for me to see.



I was pleased at her silent message. She was telling me that she was giving in. She simply didn’t want me to see her for any longer than was necessary.



I smiled benevolently and patted the spot on the bed beside me. She sat down, moving like an automaton, in response to my silent invitation.



I leaned toward her and put my arm around her shoulder. She flinched, obviously fearful.



“I won’t hurt you, Sarah,” I assured her, “why don’t you lie down and close your eyes? Imagine it’s all just a dream.”



I fluffed the pillows and propped them against the headboard. She rotated sideways and lifted her legs up onto the bed, still fully clothed — save for a pair of missing panties. She leaned her head back against the pillows, eyes wide open.



“That’s it — relax,” I coaxed. Her green eyes shone like a cat’s. Her auburn hair spilled over her shoulders, cascading across the pillows. I found myself anxious to get started.



“I need to know something, Tom. I need you to be truthful with me,” she requested.



“Yes?”



“I need to know that you won’t tell my husband about this. I know you said that you won’t go to the deacons, but I need to know that our secret stays between the two of us.”



Talk about feeling like a cad — I’d never lied to a woman in the way that I did at that moment. “You can trust me,” I said with deliberate sincerity. I glanced toward the darkness of the closet and saw the faint red blink of the video camera as it recorded.



“Then let’s get this over with,” she sighed.



I knew better than to berate her for her attitude. Something better than Brother Larry’s relational tactics needed to be employed. I decided that my cunnilingual skills should be sufficient to the task.



I removed my shoes and climbed onto the bed. I removed her shoes as well. I then began massaging her feet and toes. Despite herself, she let out a relaxed murmur. I moved further toward my goal.



As I rubbed her ankles, I trailed kisses up the front of her calves. She initially stiffened at the sensation of my lips, but then relaxed as I began rubbing her taut calf muscles.



I pushed the hem of her dress up a few inches and gently kissed her knees. My massage moved from the back of her calves to the lower part of her thighs. My tongue darted out, licking circles around her kneecaps. She breathed a muted sigh.



I positioned myself between Sarah’s feet and pushed the hem of her dress further up. My massaging fingers and nibbling lips worked their way up to mid-thigh.



I paused mid-way between her knees and her crotch. “Sarah, I’m going to need you to move your knees further apart,” I instructed. She hesitated, then spread her legs far enough for me fit my shoulders in between.



The hem of her dress was now tantalizingly close to her hidden treasures. I massaged further up the back of her thighs until I felt the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. My kisses moved along her upper thighs, then more centrally toward her inner thighs.



“Are — are you SURE about this?” she asked unsteadily. Her breathing was noticeably more labored.



“It is a noble deed, indeed — one that expresses unselfishness like no other.” I left it to her to ponder what that said about her husband.



My kisses along her inner thigh crept upward. It was the moment I had been waiting for. Her anticipation was palpable as well. “Sarah,” I said, “I want you to move your dress out of the way so I can pleasure you.”



She cleared her throat as if beginning to say something. Then, without a word, she pulled the lower part of her dress up to her waist.



Just as I had thought, her auburn hair color was natural. Her pubic mound was adorned with hair of an identical color, though its texture was dramatically different. It was plentiful but well-groomed.



Below her mound of Venus, the pink puffy lips of her vagina were beautiful to behold. I saw no indication of lubrication, but I knew I could take care of that.



Her scent was mostly soapy. I was pretty sure that the running water I’d heard was from her efforts to wash up and minimize embarrassment. Based on her husband’s judgments, she surely thought of this act as “unclean.”



I gently continued to kiss along her inner thigh until I reached the juncture of her legs. At first, I simply kissed her labia and pubic mound. Soon, however, I flicked my tongue out and licked slowly along the line of her slit.



I heard her breath catch in her throat. Her hips twitched involuntarily. I brought my hands around to cup her ass from behind, then slid my tongue slowly into her warm depths.



“Oh, MY!” she exclaimed.



I smiled inwardly. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, baby,” I thought silently.



I began thrusting with my tongue. After a minute or two of tongue-fucking her, I brought my right hand back to the front. It had been cupping her soft, smooth derriere. Continuing to massage her ass with my left hand, I used my right thumb and forefinger to stroke and tease her clitoris.



Her hips jerked upward. “Oh, Mr. Verbeek! How are you DOING that?” she asked.



That moment was the first time it crossed my mind that Sarah may have never had an orgasm in her life. It immediately became my mission to make sure that it was an experience she would never forget.



I sat up briefly. “Sarah,” I said, “I want you to try to just let go. I’m going to make you feel good — VERY good. Don’t try to hold back — just let yourself go. There’s no need to be embarrassed about your reaction.”



“But — I never… I mean…”



“I know,” I said empathetically.



I leaned in again, my mouth zeroing in on her clit. I teased it to erection with my tongue, then began suckling it between my lips. With my saliva and her now-building juices, lubrication was no longer a problem. I moved my middle finger to her warm and inviting slit.



I ran it up and down the length of her inner labia, then slowly poked it into her tunnel. My tongue and lips continued their magic on her clit. Her hips were now gently thrusting against my face.



I let go of her ass with my left hand and reached up to clasp her hand. She curled her fingers around mine.



I slid a second finger into her fiery furnace. My finger-fucking matched the rhythm of her hip thrusts.



Her clit had become engorged. I could feel her pussy walls slowly throbbing around my fingers. I slid a third digit into her slippery tunnel, still matching the rhythm of her thrusts.



“Tom… Tom… I feel all — TINGLY,” she cried, her voice more shrill than I’d ever heard it.



“Mmm-hmmmh,” I encouraged, not wanting to relieve the tension on her clitoral nub in order to answer with words.



I moved to her side, my face still planted between her legs, to get a better angle. I suckled her clit for all I was worth. I was fascinated to see the way her vaginal lips clamped around my fingers and stretched outward each time my fingers retreated for a new thrust.



Her vaginal walls began throbbing more rapidly. “Let go, Sarah,” I managed to say between licks of her clit.



“Okay,” she said huskily.



The throbs of her pussy turned to clenches. My fingers felt like they were being squeezed in a vise. Her thrusting became frenzied, as did mine — her with her hips, me with my fingers, lips and tongue.



“EEEEEEAIEEEEEEEEEE!” she shrieked, her climax reaching a crescendo. “MMMM-OOOOOOOOH!”



I continued stroking, licking, sucking, thrusting for two or three more minutes. I felt her body spasming in wave after wave. I wanted to keep stimulating her until there were no more waves breaking on the shore.



When she finally began to recover, I sat up beside her, my fingers still playing with her pussy. She opened her eyes — their green luminescence fixed on me.



“I can’t believe that Tricia walked away from — from THIS!” Sarah said, almost admiringly.



Her mention of Tricia struck a nerve. I had indeed somehow failed her. I dropped my head in shame.



Sarah’s empathetic motor kicked into high gear. “I’m sorry,” she said soothingly, “I didn’t mean to touch a sore spot.” She leaned toward me and gave me a hug.



I smiled through my pain. She was indeed a sweet woman. I kissed her cheek — a chaste kiss of thanks.



She surprised me by turning toward my kiss. Her lips grazed mine. At the same moment, I felt her vaginal walls constrict once again around my fingers.



“Um — Sarah,” I said, “you might not want to do that. It might make it difficult for me to…”



“To what?” she replied, then pressed her lips against mine.



I leaned away from her. “To — to keep my word. That it ends here.”



She smiled a playful smile, her green eyes blazing, her freckled nose then scrunching in a gesture of unexpected disdain. “You’d better NOT!” she rejoined. With that, she grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it all the way over her head. In a matter of seconds, her bra was unstrapped and thrust on the floor. She was naked beside me.



I was astounded but joyful. I cupped her breasts and leaned in for a deeper kiss. Her tongue demanded entry to my mouth. I gladly acceded.



I wanted to feel her body against mine, but I was fully clothed except for my shoes. “Let me get out of these,” I suggested. She helped me get quickly undressed.



“My — you’re so BIG!” she marveled when she saw my erect penis. I consider myself average or just a little bigger. It made me wonder about Brother Larry.



“And you — you’re GORGEOUS!” I told her sincerely.



We slowly explored each other’s bodies. She seemed to have particularly sensitive breasts. As I suckled her nipples, she clung desperately to me. She began moaning, so I fingered her pussy again and brought her to another writhing orgasm.



I wondered how in the hell Larry had managed to squash this wonderful creature’s sexuality for so long. He apparently wouldn’t even give her the pleasure of sucking her tits. Surely she would have cum sometime in her married life if he’d even given her the slightest attention.



I decided to stop thinking about Larry and focus on Sarah. And right now, I wanted to fuck her brains out.



“Sarah — were you planning on having me — inside you?” I asked humbly.

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