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I was lying in a field of lilies looking up to the beautiful blue sky. It was a lovely spring day, the wind was gently blowing it was maybe 73 degrees out. I was wearing a light purple sundress, the kind you can’t wear a bra with and some white lace panties. I didn’t have any shoes on because I loved the way the grass felt under my feet, and I had my long brown hair in a braid. I loved going to the field and just think and daydream. I found my self thinking a lot about how it would feel it be with another woman, but I never really had the nerve to find out.



It was about 5 in the evening when I seen this beautiful woman walking up to me. She had to be close to my age so maybe 24 years old or so. She had the prettiest red hair that came to her lower back and just blowing in the breeze. She had on a white halter top and I could tell she didn’t have on a bra, as I could see her nipples poking though. She was wearing a light blue sarong skirt. You know the kind that come to your ankles and looks so pretty in the wind. Her skin was glowing with the sun going down behind her. As she got closer I could see she had green eyes. I had never seen her here before, so she must be new around here.



She came over to me and asked if she could join me. So we sat and talked and were getting to know each other. She had a soft and caring voice. I found myself getting wet as we sat there talking, something about her voice was turning me on. We started to talk about our sex lives. I’m not sure how we got to that point but I was kind of glad we did. I found out that she is bisexual, and me being bi curious kind of works for the both of us because she knows what she is doing and I didn’t. I told her I have always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman but I was scared and kid of embarrassed.



She leaned over and kissed my lips, hers were so soft. Her skin was soft as well. She slowly kissed me and I closed my eyes and kissed her back. I could feel my panties getting more wet with ever slip of her tongue going in and out of my mouth. My nipples were getting so hard and she slowly slides her hand up to my breast and gently messaged them. I didn’t know what to do so I just put my hand on the side of her face. We kissed for a few minutes. Then she told me she had to get going because she had to work in the morning and it was getting late, the sun was already down so it had to be about 8pm now.



I went home and had some dinner, it was left over chicken and zucchini and squash with some noodles. Then I went to my room and got ready to take a shower. I made sure I took out my vibrator in the shower with me because that kiss had me so turned on. I started the shower and undressed, took my hair out of my braid. I had a really big shower so I had lots of room to do what I wanted and needed to do. I washed and conditioned my hair and then I washed my body. I started to rub my breast and moved my hands down to my pussy and started to rub my clit. I had to make sure all the soap was off of me.



I took my toy and rubbed my clit with it, I could feel my clit getting harder the more I rubbed it. I turned it all the up to high and I took my fingers to spread my pussy lips; I took my toy and placed it on my clit and rubbed it hard and fast. I moaned loudly as I could feel myself about to climax. I started to finger myself as I still rubbed my clit with my vibrator. I was picturing my new friend was sliding her fingers inside my pussy. My nipples were so hard and my juices were just running out of my pussy. I was so close to Cumming, I rubbed harder and faster and I let out a scream as I cam all over my fingers. I sat on the shower floor as I tried to catch my breath. The shower began to get cold so I got out and dried myself off and got in to bed. I laid there thinking about her until I fell asleep.



7am came fast, I got out of bed and made myself some coffee and started to get ready for work. I worked at a call center so I get to dress up a little and I loved that. I put on my black lace bra and matching panties, then I put on my little brown mini skirt and black clingy shirt with my black mid calf boots. I put my hair up and put some lip gloss on. It was time for me to get going so I drank the last of my coffee and walked out the door. I got to work just five minutes before I had to clock in. I just couldn’t help but hope the day would go by fast so I could go to the field and wait to see if she would come.



It was about 4:30 and time for me to go home, so I clocked out and got in my car to head home. When I got home I went to the field to see if maybe she was there. I sat there for about 45 minutes when I could hear someone call my name. I looked up and seen her coming my way. My heart started to pound in my chest and I could feel my pussy getting hot. She came over and sat down and we talked about our day. She asked me if I would like to go to an adult private party, I said I have never bee to one before and would love to go. So I told her where I live and she said she would come get me tomorrow about 6pm. She was on all fours and crawled over and gave me a kiss. Her lips tasted so sweet, and they were so soft. I could kiss her for hours. The she said she had to go and gave me her number and said to call her later and we could talk some more and get to know each other. I called about an hour and a half later and a guy picked up the phone, I asked him if Erin was home.



He didn’t really say anything and I heard him call to her. When she got on the phone, we talked for a little bit, I found out the guy was her boyfriend. She said they were in an open relationship and she had already told him about me. I didn’t really know what else to say to her about what I was feeling because I was nervous, I didn’t know what I was doing. We got off the phone and I went to bed thinking about how this party was going to be tomorrow.



After work I went home and had some dinner and took a shower so I could get ready, because I know she was going to be here to get me in a little bit. I really didn’t know what to wear to one of these things, so I dressed up a little besides I wanted to look sexy for Erin, so I put on my jean skirt that came to my mid thigh and was tight, and my top was a light brown velvet it was low cut so you could see my DD really well, and I had on some brown high heals.



It was a quarter to six and I heard a knock on the door, I opened it and seen Erin standing there, she looked so hot in her yellow spaghetti strap sundress; it came to just above her knees, she had on some flat white sandals. I could tell she was wearing a strapless bra and for what I could tell it didn’t look like she was wearing any panties.



We got in the car and she drove to the party. There was about 8 girls there and 5 guys. Now I was really nervous because I didn’t know what to expect. I guess Erin could tell I was nervous, because she grabbed my hand and looked at me and told me we were about to have a good time. Guess it’s a good thing tomorrow was Saturday and I didn’t have to work. She walked me into the living room and introduced me to everyone. I sat down on the couch and she went and got us a beer. I didn’t really like beer but I sure could use one right now. Everyone was pretty cool and down to earth.



Then they started to bring out the toys, from little ones to REALLY big one and all kinds of colors. Even had a few things for the men that were there, some of that stuff I had never seen before. They had everything from vibrators to nipple pump, whips and handcuffs. I didn’t know they even made that much stuff, which tells you how often I get out. We all had a lot of fun looking and talking about all the different toys and ways to please yourself and your partner.



It was getting a little late, so Erin and I headed back to my house. I poured us some wine and we sat on my couch just talking about the night and the things we ordered. We started to talk about the guy that answered the phone when I called her, she said his name was Kevin and he was her boyfriend and about how much he loves the fact she was into girls. I didn’t really know what to think about that because I don’t think I could ever share my man with another woman.



She just let me know how they work as a couple, he only fucks the girls she brings home and she does not fuck other men unless he brings them home for her. She said she loves to watch her man get off with another woman when she is there to help out. She then asked if she could call Kevin to come over, I told her yeah it was ok. I really wanted to be with her, I wanted to taste her and feel her skin against mine. He told her he would be over in a little bit.



She came and sat back down next to me and put my wine glass on the table, and gently put her hand on my face and had me look at her. She then kissed me; I was waiting all night for this kiss. She started to rub my breast and I let out a low moan, I put my hand on her thigh and she grabbed my hand and put it on her chest. Her breast felt great, they were soft and her nipples were hard. I could feel my panties getting so wet for all the excitement she was bring to me. She started to kiss down my neck and removing my top so she could lick my tits. I unhooked my bra and she smiled and started to kiss and lick my breast, my nipples were so hard it almost hurt. She stood up and took her dress off and was standing there in just her yellow lace thong. She was so amazingly sexy.



I heard a car door outside, then someone knocked on my door. It was Kevin so Erin went to answer it wearing just her thong. I was still sitting in just my skirt, now with my glass of wine back in my hand. He was gorgeous, he was about 6 foot tall, tan and you could tell he worked out some. He had dirty blond hair and green eyes, I had never seen eyes the color green as he had. Erin introduced us and I got him a beer and we sat and talked just for a min. Kevin took off his shirt and his body was so nice you couldn’t tell to well from the shirt he had on but looking at the two of them I was so turned on I thought my pussy was going to explode. He just sat over in the chair and let us sit o the couch.



She started kissing my neck again and had her hand between my legs rubbing my pussy over my panties, I was messaging her breast with one hand and the other was holding her face. She made me stand up so I could that my skirt off and she pulled my panties off and I took hers off. We were now standing in the middle of my living room naked in front of Kevin, I looked over to him and he was rubbing his cock over his pants, you could tell he was enjoying the seen. I lay down on the floor and she stared to rub my body and kissed it from head to toe. I wanted her to finger me and suck on my pussy but she was taking her time. She kissed the inside of my thighs and when she came to my wet pussy she looked at me and smiled. She opened my pussy lips and licked my clit. I moan it felt so good. She sucked on it hard and slid one finger in, then a second finger. I could see Kevin from where I was and he now had his big hard cock out and was jacking off. Erin started making her way up to my belly and then my breast. She kissed me and I could taste the sweet taste of my own juice, and I liked it, I wanted to taste her. I rolled her over to the floor and got on top of her. I kissed and sucked on her nipples. She had beautiful nipples, she moaned as I bit down just a little not to hard but not to soft. I made my way to her hot wet pussy, I was nervous because I was not sure I was going to do it right. I licked her pussy and stuck my tongue inside of her and played with her clit with my finger. She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing to her.



I heard Kevin get up from the chair, he wanted to see better I guessed. I was sucking and licking her pussy and I loved it she tasted like honey to me. Kevin leaned down and kissed his girlfriend as I was eating her out. She had his cock in her hand now, rubbing it. I got up and went into my bed room and got my vibrator and came back in the living room. She was still laying there kissing him and playing with his dick. I lay down next to her and she looked at me and I started to kiss her, I took my toy and turned it on and started to rub her pussy with it. I was still kissing her and she was rubbing his cock, he reached over and started to finger me, it felt so good. I had never thought I would be doing something like this. We both got up and she told Kevin to get back in the chair, we crawled over to him and I stared to suck his cock ad she laid down under me and licked and sucked my pussy. She took the toy and slid it deep into me, when she went deep I took his cock as far into my mouth as I could. He was so big and hard I wanted to feel his cock inside of me, but I didn’t want Erin to stop what she was doing it just felt so damn good. I lick from his shaved balls to the head of his thick cock, back down again taking his balls into my mouth and sucking on them. Then Erin came up next to me and we were both licking his cock and taking turns sucking his balls.



We lay back down on the floor and I took over playing with her pussy, I licked and sucked hard and fast, I could feel her clit get hard under my tongue. I slid the vibrator inside her hot wet pussy, she moaned as I slid it in and out of her. My ass was high in the air and I felt Kevin come up behind me and he started to rub my clit with his fingers and licked my ass. I moaned as she slid his tongue deep in my pussy. I stared fucking Erin faster with the toy as I could feel myself about to cum from all the enjoyment of everything going on. I took the vibrator out and started rubbing her ass hole with it, she liked it so I slid it in her ass slowly as I licked and sucked her pussy. Kevin was still behind me now fingering my ass; I wanted to feel his cock inside of me so bad.



Kevin put his big hard cock into my wet pussy and it felt so good, I started to suck on Erin’s clit harder the faster Kevin moved his cock in and out of me. I could tell Erin was getting more turned on because her man was fucking me. She got up and went behind him and I could feel her tongue licking his balls as he moved deep inside of me. I knew I was about to cum all over his dick. She started to play with my cit and he moved harder and faster, I felt my pussy get tighter around his cock as I exploded my juices all over him. Kevin pulled out and Erin and I moved out and licked my juice off of his cock. I lay down on my back and she moved on top of me kissing me, it was making me want more of the both of them. Kevin started to fuck her and his balls were hitting my pussy as he moved in and out of her. I could tell she was going to cum; she bit down on my neck as she came. Kevin just kept fucking her faster and harder, he pulled out his cock and we both sat up and licked his cock, he shot his hot cum all over our face’s and breast. Erin licked his cum off of my breast and lips, it was so hot. I cleaned her up with my tongue and we both cleaned Kevin up. We all just laid on the floor till we could catch our breaths.



We got dressed and sat and talked for a few minutes before they had to go home. I walked them to the door and kissed them both, and watched them walk away. I wish the night didn’t have to end; it was one of the best nights of my life. I never thought I would have sex with a girl let a lone with two people at the same time. I went to bed that night thinking about my new sex experience. I really hope we will do that again, and soon.

For some reason, the three of us didn’t get together for a couple of days after that “incident” in in the bathroom. It wasn’t that we were avoiding each other, by any means. In fact, my relationship with my sisters seemed to be better than ever. Marie had usually ignored me mostly, and Bree and I weren’t the type to be chatting with each other very much. But now, Bree was constantly around me, hanging out in my room or in the living room, and she seemed to want to talk endlessly with me about anything.



Marie seemed to perk up as well around me. We weren’t just eyeing each others’ bodies either, it was a warm and friendly type of demeanor. It was like the three of us were really good friends now. And we owed it all to something as silly as masturbating together.



Bree’s leg healed up nicely, but she didn’t go running with Marie for a few days. The day after she hurt herself, Marie didn’t do her usual morning run because she had to do some errands with Mom. Bree had gone off to the lake with her friends, and of course Dad was at work, so I had the house to myself. I ended up sitting on my bed with my laptop, surfing porn and jerking off a nice big load into my stomach. I thought about Bree and Marie the entire time, though.



That night, no one came into my room and I didn’t venture theirs either. It was kind of strange but it felt like there was this lull to our excitement of watching each other masturbate. I fell asleep before I could make sense of it. The next morning I slept in, and to my pleasant surprise I was awoken by Bree pouncing on top of me.



“Hey!” I said, pushing her off of me playfully.



“Wake up, lazy,” Bree said, a very chipper tone to her voice this morning. “Everyone else is gone.”



For some reason that clued me in to what she could possibly be wanting from me. Sure enough, when I finally rolled over and saw her, she was completely naked. That got my morning wood sprouting quite nicely. She just sat on the end of my bed, absolutely no shame or embarrassment at being naked with me.



“Where’s Marie?” I asked, blatantly staring at her tits.



She shook them for my benefit and smiled. “She had to go do something for Mom cuz she was running late to work. She’ll be back in a couple of hours.”



I yawned and stretched, making my erection stand prominently underneath the covers. Bree pulled them aside, and when my penis came into view she licked her lips.



“You wanna go a round just the two of us?” I asked, knowing what the answer would be.



She nodded. “Yeah, I am really fucking horny.”



This was old hat by now, so it was totally no big deal to be reaching for my cock to stroke it while Bree spread her legs and starting rubbing her pussy. Our legs were touching, which was even more exciting for me. I really liked this view because I could see everything about her. I could see that she was already very wet, and I could even see her cute little butthole every once in a while as she starting humping into her hand.



“What did you think about Marie touching her ass?” I asked, referring to our previous session in the basement.



Bree was huffing already, but spoke as if this was a casual thing to be talking and masturbating with her brother.



“It was pretty hot,” she admitted, and then looked up at me instead of at my dick for a moment. “You want me to touch my ass for you?”



I could only nod, and my strokes got faster after hearing her say that. I watched as she opened her thighs even wider and gently separated her butt cheeks with each hand, first letting me see both her holes clearly. Then she licked her fingertip and touched it softly against her anal opening. She groaned quietly, and I wasn’t sure if she was putting on a show for me or she was actually enjoying it.



“You like that?” she cooed, her voice raspy and sensual. “You want to cum on my little butthole?”



Oh my god, she was being so slutty I was going to lose it already. “Oh yeah!”



She scooted closer, raising her legs over mine and resting her calves on my hips. She positioned her cunt only inches from my cock, and if I really tried I could have probably touched the tip against her clit. But I wasn’t sure she was ready for that. She was only trying to make it so I could aim and explode across her sexy body.



“Just keep stroking,” she said, her eyes glued to my dick. “When you’re ready, let it go all over me.”



I stroked even faster, eager to watch my cum paint her cunt and her belly. But she had invited my to cum on her asshole, and in this position that seemed almost impossible.



“Can I…cum on your…I mean, your butthole…I can’t…” I wasn’t sure how to word it.



She nodded. “You’re right, we want your cum on my ass, right? Ok, well see if you can get the tip right up against my hole when you cum.”



That nearly sent me over the edge, but I held off by sheer desire to actually touch my cock against her sweet little asshole.



“So…I’m cumming…in your ass or on it?” I asked, genuinely confused in this state of arousal.



Bree’s face lit up, and she got that devilish smile. “Ooh, you wanna cum in there? I’ll let you. You can put the tip inside and let it squirt up in my ass. Oh god, that would be so hot!”



I spat on my fingers and rubbed it on the tip of my cock. I got it nice and wet, knowing I wouldn’t need to stroke it very much longer before I blew. I leaned forward just a bit, and Bree lifted her ass off the bed just enough to get my pillow under her hips. She pulled her legs back and spread her ass for me nice and wide. It was obscene the way she was displaying herself for me, her own brother. And her tight little sphincter looked so delicious, I couldn’t wait to do what she was asking of me.



“Do it, Kevin,” she begged, looking up at me with pleading eyes.



“I don’t even think I need to jerk off,” I admitted. “I’ll probably cum as soon as I get it in there.”



She was excited by that thought, I could tell. She started playing with her clit again, and it only made the obscene display even more arousing. I aimed my cock down at her tight little hole, which would be stretching impossibly to fit my thick cock in mere seconds. I gently touched the tip against her hole, and she purred.



“This is so naughty,” Bree said, raggedly. “Don’t tell Marie we did this. It’ll be our secret.”



I smiled. That would actually be kind of fun. And maybe Marie and I would have our own secrets that Bree didn’t know about.



I pushed softly, and her anus fought me for a moment. It didn’t want to let my invading meat enter her tight passage. I was just going to put the tip in, it wasn’t like I was going to actually fuck her ass or anything. I got more saliva on my dick, and my precum was also helping lube her up. This time when I pushed, her ass gave a little and I slipped in about an inch.



I just stared down at my cock head almost completely disappearing into my little sister’s ass. Bree was going wild on her clit, making her ass clench. She pushed me right back out of her ass, but I was quick to get back inside. I slipped in about two inches this time. She groaned.



“Is that ok?” I asked, concerned that maybe I had hurt her.



She nodded. “Yeah, keep going. It feels really sexy. Oh god, Kevin, I think I like it in the butt…”



That did it, and I couldn’t help but weakly thrust my hips forward as I came hard in Bree’s butt. I slid in another inch and was not quite halfway inside of her when I exploded. I felt the sharp bursts of semen squirt into her butt, and I was lost in the pleasure of her tight ring clenching onto me as I came. I moaned as I emptied myself into Bree, and soon she joined me in climax. She cried out and her hand was a blur on her clit. We shared a wonderful orgasm together, for the first time actually joining our bodies. It felt so good, I wasn’t sure I would be able to keep from repeating this in the near future.



I was still inside of her when it was over, and we were both panting. Bree was absently playing with herself still, and I really didn’t want to leave her tight warm ass. We looked at each other finally, and I could tell Bree was still aroused.



“You want to…?” she asked.



I just nodded, knowing exactly what she was asking.



I pushed my cock further into her, and felt her ass split apart around me. Her hole was nice and slimy now, painted with my copious load of sperm. She gasped as I stretched her tiny little hole with my thick shaft. When I was all the way in finally, I just stayed there and tensed my dick as hard as I could. It felt really good to be inside of her, and it was the first ass I had ever fucked. Bree moaned and continued masturbating.



“It’s really nice,” she said with her eyes closed. “I think I can cum again.”



“Do it,” I said. “Want me to hold it here, or fuck you?”



She glanced at me only long enough to say, “Fuck me.” Then she closed her eyes again and focused on her pussy.



I moved in and out of her slowly, gently even. Her ass was so tight I was afraid it might hurt her. I pulled my dick out of her ass just long enough to take in the sight of her abused little butthole leaking some of my cum, and then I pressed back into her. It felt so good, so right, to be fucking her, I almost forgot that this was my own sister and what we were doing was totally wrong.



She came, as promised, and a trickle of clear fluid seeped down from her cunt to my cock. She squirted! That really spurred me on, and I started fucking her harder. She looked up at me with a look of pure pleasure, a helpless and hungry look that told me she would take anything I could give her. I thrust into her ass like an animal whose only instinct was to fuck and claim what was mine.



I loved watching my dick disappear into her hole, and the way her pussy was clenching every time I slid back into her bowels. The forbidden nature of this act, aside from the incest, was really getting to me. I had cum only minutes earlier, but I was ready to go again.



“Inside?” I asked, barely able to get the words out through my pleasure.



She was huffing right along with me. “Yeah,” she managed to say.



Finally, with an intense growl and a sharp thrust into her butt, I came hard again. My dick was so sensitive that it almost hurt when torrents of cum escaped my penis and filled her insides for the second time. I kept thrusting into her, pounding her ass and making it submit to me. Bree was whimpering now, maybe a bit from pain but ultimately she was simply submitting her body to me, letting me do whatever I wanted and getting off on the results.



When I finished firing off into her, I fell backward and slipped out of her ass. When I glanced down at her, still holding her legs spread apart in that position, her asshole was gaping wonderfully. My cum hadn’t escaped her yet, she was holding it all inside of her like that.



“Oh, Kevin,” she breathed. “I can’t believe we did that.”



Shit, was she regretting it?



“It was really nice,” I said, and prepared to try to calm her and assure her everything would be ok between us.



“That was way better than masturbating,” Bree said before I could. “Will you keep doing that to me?”



I could only smile and nod.



**********



That night, since I was very satisfied already from the anal extravaganza that Bree and I had enjoyed, I didn’t bother to try to sneak into her room to play. I figured I would give her a break, and truthfully I wasn’t sure I could perform.



But there was a soft tap on my door after everyone had gone to bed. The door opened and closed quickly, and I could only see the outline of a person approaching in the dark. When it got closer, I could barely make out Marie in her camisole and pajama pants.



“Marie?” I sat up in bed, squinting until my eyes adjusted.



“Hey,” she said, and tiptoed right up to my bed. “Are you sleeping?”



“Obviously not,” I answered. I was naked under the covers, but I wasn’t exactly worried about her seeing me like this. “What’s up?”



“Well…” She came and sat on the end of my bed, and I had a flashback of Bree sitting right there this morning. “It’s just been a few days is all, and…”



I couldn’t help but smile to myself, and to my surprise I started to get an erection.



“Yeah, I know,” I replied. “You haven’t gotten off by yourself?”



She shook her head. “I’ve been…saving it up, kinda.”



“Why?”



She shrugged. “I dunno, I don’t really enjoy it by myself as much as with you and Bree.”



I didn’t bother to ask why she didn’t go to Bree first. I knew she liked cock better than pussy, after all. I pulled aside the covers to expose myself to her, and she smiled when my dick came into view.



“I already played with her earlier today,” I said, holding back the details. “So I’m kinda spent, but I can try to keep up.”



Marie pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. She stood up on my bed and pulled her pants down, and when they got past her knees she started to get wobbly on the mattress and fell forward. She landed right on me, her hands bracing her against my chest but her stomach landing right on my boner. It didn’t hurt, but the sudden connection was a bit awkward.



“Sorry,” she said, fumbling to get off of me so she could finish undressing.



“Admit it, you enjoyed that,” I joked.



She seemed to wink at me, or at least that’s what it looked like in the dark. “Maybe.”



“Hey, remember how you said you liked it in the butt?” I asked boldly. I honestly wasn’t sure where I was going with this, but it seemed logical to try to proceed that way with her like I had with Bree.



“Yeah, so?”



“Do you wanna do some butt stuff with me?”



There was a short silence as she considered what I might be asking of her. Maybe she wondered if I meant for her to touch herself, or rather for us to touch each other. By the slim chance that she would actually agree to the latter, I didn’t say anything else.



“What did you have in mind?” she finally asked.



“I dunno. But if it’s something you like, we should do it.”



“Kevin…” She raised up onto her knees, and I could make out her small tits quite clearly. “You know we can’t…have sex, right?”



I shrugged. “Hey, that wasn’t what I was suggesting.”



“I mean,” she corrected herself, “we can’t do anything that involves you cumming inside of me. Inside my pussy, that is.”



I tried to hide my excitement as her words revealed to me that she may be up for something more than just touching ourselves. But I played it cool.



“I don’t intend to do that,” I assured her. “But…Bree and I…we’ve kinda taken it a bit farther already.”



I hadn’t meant to share that much with Marie, but it seemed like it would be in my favor to get a bit of a rivalry going between my two sisters. I knew Marie was competitive like that, always trying to best her little sister in anything they both tried.



Marie leaned forward a bit, and I felt her inner thighs on the top of my leg. She practically hovered over me, getting closer in some sort of sensual gesture like she was having a hard time keeping herself from pouncing on me. That had to be a good sign.



“What did you two do, exactly?” she asked, and her voice was already raspy.



I grabbed my dick and started stroking. “She let me put the tip in her ass and I came there. Twice, actually.”



Suddenly I felt Marie’s fingers on the hand that was stroking my cock. She moved them further down and pushed my own fingers out of the way so she could grab my erection and gently touch it. I groaned as I felt her feminine grasp on my penis.



“You two are fucking perverse,” she said, in a sexual whisper that dripped with desire. “I can’t let you two get away with that, without getting a piece myself.”



My dick lurched in her hand. “You really want me to put it in your ass too?”



Her face was right in front of mine, and she was jerking my cock right up against her cunt. I could feel the tip brush against her slick bare vagina as she pulled on it.



She whispered in my ear, “I love getting fucked in the ass.”



I could not have wanted her any more than I did at that moment. I thought she was going to kiss me, the way her cheek dragged along mine as she moved back to a sitting position. To my surprise, Marie crouched down and lowered her face to my crotch. I was in heaven as I felt the warmth of her breath and the lovely wetness of her mouth on my penis. Her tongue snaked out and licked at it first before she sucked the shaft down into her throat. In only a few movements, she had buried me in her face. Her nose touched my stomach just below my belly button.



I groaned heavily, and for the next few minutes I was amazed at how good a person could feel. It wasn’t just the pleasure of her mouth and tongue working against my cock, licking and sucking at it and coating it with saliva. It was the reality that this was my older sister doing this to me, and wanting to do it more than any girl has ever wanted to before.



“Do you like that I’m sucking your cock,” she said, “after it’s been in Bree’s ass?”



My god, I hadn’t even thought of that! She was right, she was sucking the same penis that had invaded Bree’s naughty little anus and filled it to the brim with hot cum. I grunted as she throated me again, and I felt her fingers graze under my balls to stroke me there in that wonderful place.



“Now you want me ass, right?” she asked, though she didn’t need to.



She sat up and hovered herself over me, not letting me move even an inch. She positioned her hips over mine, and aimed my dick straight up. I watched, and felt, as Marie sank her ass onto my cock, letting it slide up into her tight butthole and go deep into her bowels. She moaned as she did this, rubbing her pussy as well but focusing on getting me inside of her ass.



“Oh, Marie…” I couldn’t even say anything as she did this, it felt so good. I was now fucking the second ass I had ever fucked, and in the same day that I had my first.



After I was deep inside of her, and I could feel her body resting on mine, Marie started to masturbate. She rubbed her clit softly at first, gently grinding her hips on me and letting her ass undulate on my cock. She sped up her movements until she was panting and rubbing her cunt hard, pawing at it hungrily. This was the best sex I had ever had, and fortunately I wasn’t about to cum too soon. I could thoroughly enjoy it for as long as I could endure.



She cried out as she climaxed on me, and her ass clenching on me as her pussy convulsed made me almost lose it. Just like Bree, to my delight, Marie squirted a small stream of clear liquid onto my stomach. God, that was so sexy, feeling the warmth of it spread across my belly. My bed would be a mess, but I couldn’t care less right now.



“God, Kevin!” she exclaimed. “I can’t stop cumming!”



I grabbed her hips and held her down onto me. She mashed her ass onto my cock, as if she was trying to stuff more and more of it inside herself. I felt like I was reaching up into her gut with my cock. The inside of her ass was rubbing me so wonderfully, just slightly different than a pussy would. It reminded me how naughty and forbidden this was, and how good it was going to feel to let my cum paint her insides. I remembered how Bree’s ass had looked after I plowed it, all stretched out and gaping. Seeing my cum run out of her abused little hole was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and picturing Marie’s ass doing the same finally sent me over the edge.



I threw my head back and let out a loud groan as I spewed up into Marie’s butt. She smiled as she felt my tense up and lurch inside of her, and I came with enough force that she probably felt it squirting around in her bowels. She clenched her ass as hard as she could around my dick, and just held onto me as I enjoyed her body.



I collapsed back onto my bed, and Marie stayed on top of me. She wasn’t going to let my dick escape her tight ass. She gently stroked my chest as I caught my breath. I pawed at her tits in return. It felt like we had crossed a barrier that even Bree and I hadn’t crossed yet.

This is my first story to get a chapter 4, hope you enjoy!







Despite the fact that I had fucked both my sisters in the ass, we didn’t just skip out on the fun behind the shed. The next morning, Marie went out for a run and Bree and I were excited to be waiting for her in our usual spot. Bree’s leg was still a bit sore from her injury, so she couldn’t run with her sister. But she could walk just fine, and thus would be able to service herself this morning without needing Marie and I to do it for her.



“Did you really fuck Marie in the ass too?” Bree asked me as we both waited for Marie to get back.



I nodded. “You’re not mad, are you?”



I honestly thought she might be, since she seemed to want to keep the anal sex a secret between just the two of us. Our relationship was different now, for sure. But it wasn’t like we were dating or in love. We were just sex partners now, as were Marie and I.



“No, I’m not mad,” Bree replied. “I thought it would just be more fun to keep it between us. But it’s kind of hot to think that you’ve had your dick in both of us. And in our butts.”



Bree giggled after hearing herself say that last part. I just smiled. Marie probably had another few minutes before she was finished with her run, and I was feeling especially bold now that I had been so intimate with both of them. I reached for Bree’s breasts and grabbed one of her tits through her shirt. She looked flushed but didn’t object.



“Oh I see,” she smiled. “You think feels are free now?”



She responded by grabbing my dick through my shorts, which was starting to get very hard now. She squeezed it while I squeezed her full tit. I got ever braver and stuck my hand down her shorts where I felt her neatly trimmed pussy starting to get wet. Bree gasped this time, since I had never touched her down there before. But she wasn’t stopping me, so I didn’t withdraw my hand from her shorts.



“You’re being bad,” she whispered, as if anyone was around to hear us.



“I can’t help it,” I said, groaning as she reacted by reaching into my shorts and jerking on my cock. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”



“I have an idea,” Bree said, still jerking me off. “When you blow your load, try to squirt it on Marie. Try to hit her cunt.”



I liked that mental image, and I’m sure Marie would find it sexy even though it might be shocking at first. Now that we had crossed so many barriers, I wasn’t sure anything I tried to do with them would be met with rejection. I felt like I could just bend Bree over right now and plow her pussy. I couldn’t cum in her though, that was definitely the one barrier that still existed. But as long as I pulled out…



My thought process was interrupted by the rustling of Marie running through the backyard and over to where we were waiting for her. She was panting and sweating, looking especially drained from her run.



“Sorry,” she said, seeing our hands all over each other but not batting an eye. “I really pushed myself today, just wanted to get my adrenalin going.”



“Ready?” I asked, pulled my shorts down.



My two sisters did the same, and we were once again facing each other in a circle behind the shed. My dried cum stain was still visible on the face of the wood, which was sexy in my mind. It was evidence of what we were doing, and if anyone saw it they wouldn’t think twice that it wasn’t just a typical weather stain.



The three of us started to masturbate. Bree was being careful with her pussy, apparently so aroused that she was ready to burst at any moment. She was purposely going slow to avoid climaxing too soon. Marie was harder on her cunt, rubbing it fiercely and trying to force the pleasure out of it. She must be trying to get there while her heart was still pumping to take advantage of the adrenalin that made her orgasms so nice. I stroked rather absently, at a nice medium pace so I could enjoy watching both of them.



Marie was suddenly climaxing, after only a few minutes. Bree shot a look at me, at the same time speeding up her own pace to match her sister’s. I stroked faster as well, remembering that Bree wanted me to shoot off onto Marie’s bare cunt. It would be tough to get it on her pussy and not her hand that was in the way busily rubbing at her mound. Marie closed her eyes and savored the feeling of her orgasm, while Bree started whimpering as her own started.



I watched my two sisters in various stages of climax, and felt the stirrings in my balls as my own orgasm was now available whenever I needed it to happen. I nodded to Bree, and she peaked s she realized I was about to cum. Marie was distracted by her sister’s noises, and I could have sworn she looked turned on by them, so it was the perfect opportunity to step even closer to her and aim my cock at her stomach. I grunted and fired off a nice thick shot that sailed through the air and splashed right at her belly button.



It was a bit too high, and Marie’s shocked look was a bit distracting, but I managed to get the rest of my load to land right on her mound. The first shot in her belly button oozed down and joined with the rest of it at her pussy lips. Bree lost it again and came a second time when she saw the mess I had made of Marie. Marie seemed truly surprised, but she thrust her hips forward a bit to allow me better access once she realized what I was trying to accomplish. She let me finish cumming on her, and when I was finished squeezing the last drops out she held herself like that for everyone to see.



“You pervert,” she smiled at me. “You were both planning that, weren’t you?”



I nodded, still holding my dick. Bree was panting now after two quick orgasms.



“I thought it would be sexy,” I replied. “Thanks for letting me do it.”



Marie gently touched my semen painting her skin, and rubbed it around a bit. “I suppose you told Bree about us?”



I glanced to Bree, who only smiled. “Yeah, I did.”



Marie scooped some of my cum into her hand and playfully rubbed it on Bree’s cheek, making her squeal. WIth their shorts still down around their knees, they chased each other in the small space behind the shed, trying to smear my cum on each other.



“I think we should just forget any pretense of privacy,” Marie said when they were finished, “and start fucking together.”



We were all pulling our shorts up, and I froze in place. “What?”



Bree clapped her hands together excitedly. “Oh, Marie, that sounds wonderful. I would even try eating your pussy if you wanted me to.”



“Well, I didn’t mean that exactly,” Marie said, taken aback by her sister’s lesbianistic offer. “But we’ll just have to see how it goes. I think it would be more exciting to do it together, just like when we masturbate together.”



I couldn’t believe my luck, and my dick was still rock hard. It tented obscenely through my shorts. Marie and Bree both laughed at it.



“Didn’t you get enough?” Bree asked, playfully swatting at it.



“Sorry, thinking of having a threesome is kind of hot,” I replied.



Marie winked at me. “I guess I had a good idea, then?”



“How are we going to pull that off?” Bree asked. “After everyone goes to bed? In the basement?”



Marie straightened her running shorts, and wiped at the semen on her stomach like it was no big deal. “Yeah, we’ll have to do it down there just in case they hear something in our bedrooms. It would be really hard to explain why all three of us are naked together.”



“I can’t wait!” Bree said excitedly.



We all went back into the house to clean up.



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So there we sat, in the basement after Mom and Dad had gone to bed. We told them we were going to play a game and then go to bed, which wasn’t completely uncommon. And not completely a lie, either…



We were all in our pajamas, both Marie and Bree in their camisoles and me in a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. We absently talked and joked for a little while, listening to the sounds of our parents walking around upstairs. Once it was silent and we were sure they were in bed, the tension in the air rose to an almost uncomfortable level.



We kept talking, maybe all a little nervous about what was about to happen. We shouldn’t have been, because it was going to feel great and wasn’t exactly foreign to us. I hadn’t been in either of their pussies yet, but I had cum in their butts already. We had seen each other naked and at our most vulnerable many times already. I was rock hard the whole time, and Bree was fidgeting anxiously. Marie was on the couch, just like that first time she had confronted us about watching her behind the shed. Bree and I each took one of the bean bag cushions just like before too.



Finally, when there was a break in the conversation, we just kinda glanced at each other, waiting for someone to take the lead. Marie was usually the one to do it, but even she was reticent it seemed. Bree couldn’t take the silence for very long though.



“So,” she blurted, “what should we do first? Blowjob?”



Marie looked at me and blushed, probably imaging how she had already sucked my dick once. I just smiled at her, hoping she would agree to that.



“Ok, but we should try doing everything together,” Marie replied. “That includes giving Kevin a blowjob.”



Bree was beaming wide, eager to suck my dick it seemed. I was glad, but getting a double blowjob from my hot sisters was a little too surreal. I almost felt dizzy at the prospect.



“Come on,” Marie said, getting off the couch and crawling toward me. “It ain’t gonna suck itself.”



Bree laughed and also crawled over to me. Without saying a word, I watched my sisters peel my sweatpants off and toss them aside, then situate themselves comfortably so they could both reach my sprouting cock. I groaned as I felt one of them start licking the underside of my shaft while the other one grazed my balls with her tongue. My head fell back and my eyes closed, even though I really wanted to watch this happen. But as long as no one freaked out, this would be happening many, many times more in the future. I would get my chance. Right now, I just had to fight back my orgasm and try to enjoy it at the same time.



“We’re not stupid,” Marie said, taking her mouth off my cock to speak. “We can tell you’re close. You’re pulsing, for god’s sake.”



“We’ll keep sucking you even if you cum, ok?” Bree said, her mouth muffled a bit by my balls.



Fuck, that was almost too much to hear! I gritted my teeth and finally looked down at my beautiful sisters sucking on me. Marie and Bree alternated between stuffing my cock as far into their throat as it would go while the other one sucked on my nuts and licked my taint. This was going to be over embarrassingly soon, but at least it would feel awesome. When they happened to touch their lips together while trying to alternate their oral skills, I finally lost it.



I groaned and my eyes squinted as the semen rushed forth from deep inside of me. In a powerful explosion of released tension, my cum erupted from the tip of my cock and spewed all over. All over me, Marie and Bree. Marie was licking my taint hungrily when it happened, so she mostly avoided the mess. But Bree was rubbing her lips and tongue up and down my shaft, she her mouth and cheeks and forehead took a lot of the load. She was positively a mess when it was all over.



And they were true to their word. They kept it up, sucking and licking all over my groin, ignoring the cum that soiled me and them. They were like starving animals, and I was enjoying the results of their hunger immensely. I finally came down from the pleasure of my orgasm and just enjoyed the relaxing feel of them blowing me. It was the nicest thing I had ever felt thus far, even better than fucking their assholes and cumming deep inside of them.



“Ok,” Marie said, withdrawing her face while Bree kept sucking on me. “Enough for him now. We need to get some.”



Bree nodded, giving my balls a last kiss. Her face was a mess but no one cared. She didn’t try to wipe a single drop away. We were all in a haze of sexual lust right now.



“Can we 69?” Bree said to her big sister. “I’ve always wanted to try that.”



Marie raised an eyebrow. “Are you…”



Bree wasn’t shy about admitting anything right now. “I like girls too, ok? At least, I wanna try eating a pussy. I might not get a chance unless you let me eat yours.”



“You’re assuming I want to eat your pussy,” Marie countered.



Bree’s pleading eyes were begging Marie to try it out. “Please? Please, Marie?”



“Come on,” I said, trying to encourage Marie to do it. Of course, it was for my own selfish and voyeuristic desires. “I need to get hard again to fuck you both, and watching will get me there for sure.”



She looked down at my dick, which was still completely hard, but didn’t object. She finally gave in and nodded.



“Ok, I’ll do it.” She sighed. “I’ve never done anything with a girl before, but it doesn’t seem the same if it’s with my own sister.”



“Exactly!” Bree said, stripping naked and sprawling back with her legs spread. “You can be on top if you want.”



Marie got naked too, and carefully got on top of Bree. It was comical to watch them negotiate the positioning of their bodies, but once they were in place, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Bree was ready to dive into Marie’s smooth pussy, but Marie seemed hesitant to make physical contact with the neatly trimmed cunt only inches from her mouth. They both stared at the other’s pussy for a moment.



“Come on, Marie,” I said. “You said you would.”



“I will,” she said. “I’m just admiring how pretty your pussy is, Bree.”



Bree took that as the sign, and immediately she latched her tongue onto Marie’s clit.



For the next few minutes, I was in absolute heaven. It was like every teenager’s masturbatory fantasy, watching two girls, much less my own sisters, lezzing out on each other in horny abandon. Bree was especially wild, slurping on Marie’s perfect cunt and wrenching the orgasm from it. She barely made a sound, but Marie was whimpering and moaning the entire time. The first time Bree made her cum, her energy seemed to spike and suddenly she was trying to be just as eager on Bree’s pussy. Bree finally thrashed a bit and came quite intensely as well.



They kept going on each other, licking and sucking and slurping and tasting. I just watched and jerked my cock. I could have cum to this, but I held off because I knew something better was only moments away. Still, it was majestic to watch two sexy girls who knew how to please their own bodies use those same techniques and skills on each other.



Each girl came twice, and then they were finally ready to fuck. I approached with my rock hard erection in hand, and waited for them to decide who went first.



“Can you last for a little while?” Marie asked me.



I nodded. “Yeah, at least for a few minutes each.”



“You should fuck Bree first,” she said.



Bree was excited, but also curious. “Why?”



Marie smiled at her. “You’re not on the pill yet, are you? I am.”



I realized that she was saying I was going to get to cum in her pussy. My dick lurched in my fist, and my balls rose up into me a bit. Shit, maybe I wouldn’t last…



“That’s not fair,” Bree said with a frown, even though she was spreading her pussy lips erotically for me. “I want his cum in my pussy too.”



“Tell Mom,” Marie said. “Well, not that. Just that you want to get on the pill.”



Bree sighed. “I guess my ass will have to do if I want it inside me.”



“I’ll cum wherever you want me to,” I told Bree as I knelt over her. I aimed my cock right at her cunt. “Right now, just let me fuck that sweet little hole.”



Bree cooed as I touched the tip at her entrance, and slowly invaded her wet pussy. I stretched her a lot, almost as much as I had stretched her asshole, as I worked my way up into her. She groaned as I bottomed out and held me tight against her. Marie was right beside us, encouraging us and gently touching both of us.



It was strangely erotic to have someone else present during sex. I had always thought it might be embarrassing, or even boring for the person who wasn’t getting dicked. The hardest part was keeping my orgasm at bay, especially as Marie gently stroked my balls from behind when I was deep inside of Bree, or when I watched them kiss passionately. If Marie hadn’t been into girls before, she was definitely open to it now. When she was kissing Bree and her hand snaked down to touch her sister’s pussy as it was getting fucked, I felt the impending explosion.



“Shit!” I exclaimed, and pulled out of Bree.



“All over her,” Marie said without hesitation, as if she was waiting for me to burst.



I grunted and came hard. I fired thick bursts of semen across Bree’s naked body, splashing it onto her stomach, chest, neck, face, everywhere. I couldn’t believe how much I was producing, considering how soon it had been since my last orgasm. But it was all there, waiting to be released onto my sexy little sister. After I finished, Marie was licking at Bree’s tits where I had painted them.



“I’m sorry, Marie,” I apologized. “I tried to hold out, I really did.”



She broke her kiss with Bree and leaned forward to kiss me instead. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and intertwined with mine, to my surprise. I hadn’t expected to be kissing either one of them during this sexual adventure, but it felt good to be doing it.



“It’s ok,” she reassured me. “We’re not going anywhere. As long as it takes, you’re going to keep fucking both of us until you’re ready to cum. And it’s going to be inside my pussy.”



I pawed at Marie’s cute little tits while Bree masturbated below us. She was rubbing my cum into her skin with her other hand. Marie reached for my dick and started to jerk it, oblivious to the slimy mess of combined fluids that was soiling it. It felt good when she did that, even though I was a bit sensitive right now. She kissed me again, and kept jerking me off like that just above our sister.



“How about if he fucks our asses?” Bree offered, watching us kiss and touch each other. “That should get him ready.”



Marie smiled, and winked at me. “Sounds like a plan.”



I nearly fainted from the mental image of what we were about to do. I couldn’t believe my own sisters wanted me to fuck the life out of them like this. But here we were, doing just that, with no end in sight.



Marie bent over and spread her ass for me, exposing her tight little sphincter. She turned her head to looked back at me while she did that.



“Do you think you can manage that?” she asked.



I looked down at my cock, still hard for some strange reason, and nodded.



“I can certainly try.”

Laura’s heart was still beating fast and her mind was a blur of emotions. She felt hesitant, almost scared but at the same time she felt excited and curious. But the feeling that now came to the fore was sadness. She looked over at Kelly who was in the bed on the other side of the small cabin from her. Laura felt bad that she had withdrawn from Kelly’s advances. She had allowed things to get steamy, allowed her lips to touch Kelly’s as the two were about to kiss but she immediately reeled away, unsure if she really wanted it and what Kelly’s intentions were. She hoped that Kelly wasn’t too upset or disappointed.



The two young women were on a university field trip for biology and had signed up to stay together in the cabin while many of the others on the research trip had elected to stay in tents closer to the beach they were investigating. The cabin itself was basically just a wooden hut with two beds on either side of the room and a large window on one wall, which allowed the glow from an external light to illuminate the room quite brightly. A cupboard in one corner near the door was the only other structure in the room. This meant that privacy wasn’t an option but neither Laura nor Kelly minded as they had been friends for a long time and had made use of public showers together at their local gym on numerous occasions in the past so getting changed in front of each other wasn’t a big deal.



But now that Kelly had taken a step beyond their regular friendship, Laura wasn’t sure what to think. She had been laying there still for some time thinking about it and now rolled over to look at Kelly who was lying on her back with just the sheet pulled up to her shoulders. As she looked over, she noticed Kelly’s hands under the sheet seemed to be moving around near her waist. As Laura watched on, she suddenly realised what Kelly was doing, she was obviously masturbating! At first Laura thought about turning away embarrassed, but her curiosity was taking over and her heart fluttered with excitement. At that point, Laura realised that Kelly had obviously been serious when she made advances toward her and she must have been still turned-on by what had almost happened.



Laura could feel herself getting aroused as she watched so she gave into the feeling of curiosity and allowed her apprehension to drop. She slid one of her hands down to her crotch and inside her shorts. She was amazed at how sensitive she was and felt a jolt of pleasure run through her as she gave her clit a few soft, gentle rubs. All the while she never took her gaze off of Kelly who now was biting her bottom lip as her hands moved quicker.



“I can’t believe how turned on I am!” Laura thought. “I can’t just lay here and watch Kelly after I had rejected her. It doesn’t feel right.”



A final feel of her now moist pussy was enough to make up Laura’s mind. She wanted to join Kelly. She wanted to experiment with her, having never been with another girl before, curiosity took over. Silently, she slipped out of her bed and crept closer to Kelly’s. She stood looking down on Kelly trying to think of how she could interrupt her without startling her. Laura was fully illuminated by the light outside and it accentuated her lovely soft curves and the flowing locks of rich brown hair which hung over her shoulders. She was only wearing a white singlet top, her small nipples clearly visible through the thin material, and soft, pink cotton boxer shorts which were slightly crumpled but, combined with the top, she could be unquestionably described as cute and rather girly despite being in her early twenties.



Kelly still hadn’t noticed Laura standing there and was still pleasuring herself when Laura finally made a quite noise, almost a moan. Kelly’s opened her eyes and looked up at Laura who stood there smiling at her with a sheepish, awkward look on her face. Instinctually she stopped touching herself and pretended she wasn’t doing anything when Laura had interrupted her.



“Oh Laura, I was um, do you want something?” Kelly stammered as she tried to gather her thoughts and her breath. She was somewhat annoyed that she had been interrupted at that point as she had been drawing closer to orgasm, the first in weeks for her and one that she felt she desperately needed after the wait since last time.



“Sorry to disturb you Kelly but I wanted to ask you something.” Laura asked shyly.



“What is it?” Kelly replied.



“I feel a bit bad about what happened earlier and had been thinking about it some more. Actually, I was wondering if I could join in your, um, fun?”



“Fun?” Kelly asked with a slightly embarrassed tone.



“Well I had been watching you for a few minutes sorry and it looked like you were, you know, touching yourself. At least that’s what it looked like to me.”



Kelly was about to deny it out of sudden embarrassment, but she stopped herself and thought for a second. Laura hadn’t asked her to stop masturbating but had just asked if she could join her. She had been so horny, so overcome with emotion when she had made advances to Laura earlier in the night and the feeling of disappointment had been strong when Laura didn’t respond as Kelly wanted her to. But now, she was taking the first step towards her and Kelly knew she wanted this more than anything in the world right now.



Kelly had only had one experience with a girl before and while she enjoyed being with guys, she always found herself fantasising about other women when she masturbated. Kelly had always fancied Laura, though she knew Laura was straight. She had such a gorgeous body and always had an innocent playfulness about her which Kelly found intoxicating. As she lay there, one hand still inside her panties, she looked up at Laura and felt her heart begin to race with excitement.



“Um, yeah you caught me. I was have a bit of fun before I went to sleep.” Kelly finally replied to Laura. “And I’d love it if you joined me.”



Laura smiled and nervously got into bed with Kelly, the sheet covering them both as Laura laid on her back looking at Kelly while Kelly rolled over onto her side to face her.



“So do you do it much?” Laura asked, trying to think of what to say.



“Only when I don’t have someone else to take care of me.” Kelly responded cheekily.



Both of them giggled at the comment and lay staring into each other’s eyes for a few moments. Kelly couldn’t hold back any longer, she moved closer and kissed Laura who didn’t hesitate or withdraw this time, she instead kissed Kelly back passionately, their tongues now probing into each other’s mouth. Kelly slipped one hand back down inside her pants and gently rubbed herself while she hugged Laura with her other.



“Oh my god, that was the best kiss ever!” Laura smiled as they broke off their kiss. She laid back and looked down Kelly’s body, noticing that her hand was back at her crotch again.



“Can I watch you do it?” Laura asked.



Kelly simply smiled and threw the sheets off so the two could see their whole bodies. She was wearing a pink singlet top and no bra with light blue, lacy panties. She had a slightly more shapely build than Laura and her bust was much larger but being someone who enjoyed the beach and hence bikinis, she kept her figure well. The light filtering into the room reflected off the pale yellow sheets to accentuate Kelly’s bronzed tan.



She moved her hand slowly over her still highly aroused clit, rubbing it through the fabric of her panties. Her other hand now was under her top and sliding over her breast, each time she brushed her nipple she felt a slight surge of pleasure. She closed her eyes and slipped her hand inside her panties and pushed a finger deep inside her wet pussy, followed by a second finger which slid in easily.



Opening her eyes again, she looked over at Laura who was watching her intently, gently biting her lip in excitement as she watch. One of her hands seemed to idly tease her nipples through her top while the other pressed into her crotch, barely moving aside from a slight circular movement.



“I usually masturbate naked. You don’t mind if I take my pyjamas off do you?” Kelly asked Laura who managed to break her gaze away from Kelly’s hands.



“Yes please! I mean, if you want to that’s ok by me.” Laura stammered in reply, betraying her desperate desire to see Kelly naked and to watch her slip her slender fingers into her pussy.



Kelly smiled and sat upright and looked at Laura as she slowly pulled her top over her head, her tits gave a slight bounce as they popped out from the confines of the fabric. Laura’s mouth opened slightly in awe as she stared at the large breasts now only inches from her. Kelly gave her nipples a quick pinch and smiled at Laura as she laid back once more and lifted her legs towards the ceiling before pulling her panties off.



“Mmm, that feels a lot better.” She moaned as she spread her legs wide apart, resting one on Laura’s legs.



She licked the tip of one of her fingers and used it to rub and tease her nipples which responded immediately by hardening slightly. Her other hand began rubbing her clit rapidly in quick circles as her breathing quickened and soft moans escaped her throat.



“If you want, you can play with yourself also. It would make me super turned-on to see you touching yourself also.” Kelly said.



“Ok, but I also do it naked if you are ok with that.”



“I wouldn’t want it any other way!” Kelly answered, still amused by how timid Laura was even though she was now watching her masturbate right in front of her. Her innocent manner only made Kelly more aroused.



Kelly sat up and spun around so she was facing Laura from the other end of the bed and she easily shoved two fingers deep into her soaked pussy, a small gasp escaping her mouth as she now fingered herself deep and fast.



Laura hesitate for a second as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, not quite sure if she was ready to go the next step, but the sight of Kelly’s fingers sinking straight into her pussy was enough to make the decision for her. She quickly pulled the white singlet up and off leaving her small, round breasts exposed for Kelly’s gaze and her puffy pink nipples hard with arousal.



“Oh wow, you have the cutest boobs Laura!” Kelly remarked while continuing to thrust her fingers into her snatch.



Laura smiled and replied, “Thank you, but your boobs are even more amazing Kelly”. She felt her inhibitions dropping after Kelly’s compliment and she now quickly slipped her panties off, wanting to be fully naked and on display for Kelly as she was already.



Laying back, Laura closed her eyes and spread her legs wide apart for Kelly to see her neatly trimmed pussy, while using one hand to spread her pussy lips and the other to begin circling her clit rapidly. While she considered herself very conservative in her sexuality with others, Laura had always enjoyed masturbation and had been constantly experimenting with different techniques ever since she had first tried it in her late teens. She knew what made her feel good and could get herself off very quickly when she wanted or she could take her time and enjoy the experience. But right now, her heart was racing and she had never been this aroused in her life so she wasn’t going to hold back. She rubbed her clit as fast as she could and slipped two fingers between her wet pussy lips, teasing her sensitive opening with small, quick movements.



Laura opened her eyes and saw that Kelly now had three fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy and her other hand was a blur as she rubbed herself. Both were moaning, their breathing shallow and their body motions spasmodic as the pleasure shot through them. The two young women came at the same time, Kelly gave a small scream of delight while Laura released a deep groan as she felt a stream of moisture leave her pussy and saturate her hands. When Kelly caught her breath and looked over at Laura, there was a rather sizable wet patch in front of Laura testifying to how hard she had orgasmed.



“Oh my god, that was amazing!” Kelly sighed as she licked her fingers, tasting herself while watching Laura regain her composure.



“I’ve never had an orgasm like that before! I can’t believe how horny I was watching you!” Laura replied.



“You look so wet down there. Do you mind if I touch you?” Kelly asked.



Laura smiled, lent towards Kelly and kissed her and whispered in her ear, “I want you to do more than just touch it.”



Kelly kissed her once more then gently pushed her back and spread her legs apart. Pausing at her tits, Kelly licked and sucked on her nipples, the attention causing them to harden at her touch and each gentle bite she gave resulted in a soft gasp and moan from Laura. She continued to alternate between each nipple as she ran her hand over Laura’s thighs, occasionally brushing her clit teasingly. After a few minutes of teasing, she was satisfied that her efforts had got Laura well and truly aroused again so she began to kiss her way slowly down her stomach to her warm, wet pussy.



Using just one finger, Kelly ever so slowly rubbed Laura’s clit in tiny circles causing Laura to thrust her hips forward in an attempt to get more pleasure. Keeping it up for a few more minutes, Kelly had wanted the response she was getting, she wanted to see Laura desperate for more, to have her almost beg for her touch to be more purposeful. But she wasn’t going to make her wait any longer.



In a quick motion that caused Laura to gasp and jump slightly, Kelly drove two fingers deep into her warm hole before withdrawing them and slipping in a third. She now placed her mouth over Laura’s clit and began sucking and licking it as fast as she could.



Laura was moaning loudly as Kelly fingered her pussy with long, fast thrusts, exactly as she liked it and after being teased for so long, her pussy ached to be filled and pleasure surged from her crotch to all parts of her body as Kelly continued to lick her clit. She was almost writhing in pleasure now but wanted one more source of stimulation. Normally she would not have said anything about it, but she was too aroused to control her thoughts.



Laura cried out, “Oh yes, please keep fucking my pussy! Please Kelly, can you shove a finger in my arse? I love it when my arse is fingered.”



Kelly was amazed, the timid young woman, who at the start of the night had rejected her advance, now had three fingers buried in her cunt and she was now begging her to finger her arse. She could hear in Laura’s voice how much she wanted it and Kelly wasn’t going to disappoint. She herself didn’t mind some anal stimulation but usually that was only if she could convince the person she was with to give her a quick rimming. So the chance to give rather than receive excited her.



Rolling Laura onto her stomach, Kelly again slid the index finger of her left hand into Laura’s sopping wet pussy to lubricate it before moving it up to rub her arse hole. She then slip two fingers of her right hand deep into Laura’s pussy, before slowly pressing her finger into the tight hole of her arse. She expected to feel resistance but Kelly was amazed when, with just a little firm pressure, her finger sank all the way in. Obviously Laura enjoyed this type of stimulation regularly. She decided to see if she could push it a bit further so she pulled her finger out and instead positioned two fingers at the entrance. She carefully spat some saliva onto her fingers to add extra lube before gently slipping them back into Laura. While a bit slower this time, her fingers once more disappeared deep into Laura’s anus.



“Oh fuck yes, that feels amazing!” Laura groaned as Kelly slowly began to thrust her fingers in and out of both of Laura’s holes.



Increasing the speed, Kelly fingered both holes as fast as she could to which Laura gave out a stifled cry of pleasure. After a few minutes of the double penetration, Laura could feel her orgasm building and began bucking her hips backwards to meet Kelly’s thrusts. She couldn’t stand the feeling any more, she was overwhelmed by how much ecstasy she felt as her friend fingered her in a way no one had done before. Her orgasm hit like a wave through her body and she gave in completely to the sensation, abandoning all other thoughts and emotions crying out loudly in sheer pleasure.



“I’m coming, I’m coming, don’t stop!” Laura called out.



Kelly could feel Laura’s pussy begin to pulse around her fingers and her arse hole clenched tight onto the fingers of her other hand. A sudden gush of moisture flowed over her hand that was fingering Laura’s pussy and as she looked down, Kelly could see the juice dripping off her hand as Laura came so hard that she had practically squirted.



“Oh wow, Laura! You are so fucking amazing! I’ve never seen a girl come like that before.” Kelly remarked to Laura who didn’t really hear it. She was trying to control her breathing as her body continued to spasm involuntarily as a series of smaller orgasms followed her first, each one triggered as Kelly slipped one finger at a time out from each of her holes.



“That was incredible, I haven’t felt anything like that before! Thank you so much Kelly.” Laura stammered.



“I think we’ll need to go get washed up and I also think I’ll be sleeping in your bed for the rest of the night.” Kelly laughed as she looked down at the bed. Her hands were slick with Laura’s juices, both of the girls’ were glisten with moisture and the bed sheet had a large wet spot in the middle of it.



“I think so, and sorry about your bed.” Laura chuckled in reply.



“And I think it is my turn tomorrow” Kelly added with a playful smile and a wink.



Laura moved closer and kissed Kelly before replying, “Absolutely”

Sam in Athens.



“Note:- Before one start reading the “At The Villa” series, you have to read the 2 episodes “On The Boat”, Chapters 1 and 2 where Sam was seduced by Olympia, who had the hidden Agenda; followed by “After the Boat Trip. Then it should be followed by “At The Villa” Series. The first stories I wrote with Sam as the protagonist were “Unforgettable Sexual Encounters” Chapter 1 to 11. These stories are the follow up of “At The Villa” stories.”



“WE HAVE TO MAKE SWEET, SLOW LOVE and not just fuck.”



Alexia asked as she was dreaming; when Sam was going to make love to her for the first time, or better when he was going to unlock her virginity.




The Three ‘A’s.



Sam dropped the twins at Omonia square so that they could get the feeling of madding Athens—the heat; the smog; the traffic; the chaos and more and more.



‘Call me at about six this evening?’ Sam asked the twins. The taxi drove away towards the Kollonaki area. Just off the centre of the area Sam paid the taxi driver and walked the last few meters to a side door to an exquisite 150 year old apartment which had been restored back to its’ old glory.



It was part of a rather huge building with a dozen or more very spacious apartments, which originally was built in a five story building. The one on the ground floor had its own entrance and it was not attached in any way to the apartment on top. The five floors above the ground floor have their common entrance and stairs; plus, that during recent renovation an elevator was installed.



Next to the block, Sam’s company bought a derelict building that had been in a dangerous state for many years. They cleared the whole area, dug a huge hole in which a four floor car park was build for the residents of both complexes. Parking in Athens was and still is crazy, even though there are many multi floor cars parks, scattered around the city.



Sam entered the ground floor apartment, where he found awaiting him an exquisite scene which looked rather erotic. Candle light bulbs were hanging from different spots, either from the ceiling or fixed on the wall. The light was subdued, rather yellowish and it produced the right romantic feelings. The smell from the few exotic candles, which where fixed to permanently fixed candle holders in well selected places; was not only indispensable but gave that erotic feeling to the atmosphere. It was nothing more than the right place, where one can relax and make love. Sam stood in the middle of what was supposed to be the reception area. He positioned himself in the middle, mesmerized; lost in a dream of being in a place called heaven.



Sam turned around a couple of times on the same spot, lost in thought and in dreams; thinking about that set up which was reproduced in reality from what he had described to Alexia on the telephone.



He could not believe himself as he turned himself again and again, like being on a turntable trying to consume the beauty and that peaceful serene and tranquillity. It felt incredibly heavenly.



He was totally lost for words and shocked, when he heard a door open. The interruption; immediately broke, that heavenly feeling.



‘Do you like it, Sam?’ Sam turned; and coming in from the opened door was this beautiful woman. She walked towards him; shook hands and he gave her a kiss on each cheek. (Not the Dutch way.)



‘I’m Alexia. Please to meet you Sam.’ Sam’s eyes were focused on her beautiful face. He was stunned, trying to absorb her beauty in that heavenly environment.



He became lost for words. He could not utter one word; but he took her in his arms, hugged her and kissed on her lips. Alexia was shocked. Meeting Sam was already a shock. It was their first face to face meeting. She had no idea who Sam was or how he looked like. She was even forewarned; that if she comes face to face with him she should be careful.



She wondered why; as, as he was hugging her, her blood started to boil and the love juices started to flow. She wanted to push him away, but she could not resist doing so. Sam’s potent had already taken over her entire body.



Sam knew that she was lost; she melted in his arms while her sexual feelings became uncontrollable. Therefore, he pulled away from her, just a couple of steps from where he could look at her distressed body.



‘What happened? You are totally … .’ Sam tried to find out some word to justify himself. He knew she was disturbed.



‘I have no idea… sorry… I never been victimized… sorry Sam or using such a bad expression… I mean I had never ever been is such a situation where I let my emotions take over my body; I mean, it was something which I could not control.’ Her face was blushed; her eyes focused on Sam’s face.



Sam was wondering if she had an orgasm, or maybe, it was the decor of the place which she professionally reproduced. Could it be the way she positioned the candles or the way the room looked with the light flowing from different directions; or maybe the exotic smell and the choice of music which made the room so exotic, maybe even too erotic. It was hard to describe; or was it his kiss, which accidently happened to occur lips to lips, rather than lips to cheek. Sam could not get himself an answer as to what had happened to Alexia since the moment his lips touched hers; unless maybe she was still sexually inexperienced.



‘Let’s go to the private part; maybe it’s cooler there.’ Sam suggested as he took her by the arm and together they walked away. They entered the sitting room where she sat on one of the sofas. ‘Like a drink?’ Sam asked.



‘Cold water will do.’ She answered. Sam quickly brought a bottle of fizzy water from the fridge which was in the kitchen, and quickly filled two glasses, one for her and another for him. He did not sit on the sofa facing her but rather at an angle, as he realized what exactly had happened.



‘Sorry about that; I was complimenting you on a fine job well done. I had been totally lost when I found myself surrounded with such an exotic decor. From the moment I entered the reception area, I was hooked; I could only say… what… a genius.’ Sam gave her a look as he finished complimenting her.



‘Sorry Sam… I wasn’t expecting to find you there and so early. It was a shock. As soon as I looked at you… and you grabbed me in your arms I was lost; but the worst happened when you kissed me on my lips…’ She murmured.



‘That kiss on your lips wasn’t deliberate but accidental. I had always been cautious, especially when I meet someone who’s not yet known to me; or on a first time; even if it was a blind date.’ Sam tried to repair the damage that was done with some broken phrases.



‘Sam; lets forget what happened and discuss the project. First, thanks for the confidence you had in me when you trusted me with a project which I really enjoyed doing. We only discussed your ideas on the telephone and you faxed me some drawings. I always loved challenges, but this was the most daring.’



‘You done a fantastic job, especially with the budget you had at your disposal. It’s fantastic. Incredible I must say. The feelings in there are heavenly. I had no words and I had been in only one room. I’m wondering about the others.’ Sam so happy could not stop, but he had to look at Alexia and pass her a sweet smile.



The feelings inside her body started to ignite again, although Sam was careful, as he realized what had already happened.



‘So it means that you are satisfied with my work and how I put all those ideas you came with, into practice…’ Alexia cut him off.



‘…Precisely. Although before I pass my final judgement; I prefer to evaluate the final appearance inside the actual rooms, where the massages will be taking place.’



Alexia was very attentive as to what Sam was saying, although sometimes she felt something which was taking her mind away, especially when they came face to face. ‘Please, we better go… because, although I did not come here only to be complimented; but I want to have your comments as you evaluate the whole project and ask any questions; and above all, anything which you had pictured and which I did not perfectly reproduce.’



Sam was again lost for words after they walked round the massage rooms. The attention to detail, even where and how the massage tables were positioned, the colour scheme of the curtains, the cushioned tops where the recipients will lie while being massaged; the bathrobes, the towels; the hidden loudspeakers with that smooth relaxing music flowing out of them… Wasn’t it heavenly? What about the security cameras; which she explained, that unless something happens, all data will be automatically erased within twenty four hours.



In the second massage area it was synthetic leather which she used to cover the hard type mattress. It looked perfect. Sam just lay down on it and it’s precisely what he pictured. When he communicated his plans to Alexia during their telephone conversation, she perfectly understood what he really wanted.



‘So you were not out of budget, in the end?’ Sam asked.



‘Rather under; there are still some left; and if you are satisfied and don’t need anything else, I will ask my accounts department to return what was left over.’ Alexia informed Sam.



‘Sam wanted to hug her again; but he was scared she thinks that he was about to rape her. She looked very vulnerable and scared. He forgot about the extra money, but he was wondering while they visited the second two rooms, which had the same purpose and the same decor.



There were more compliments and more blushes. ‘Have you ever been complimented?’ Sam asked.



‘Yes I had been, quite a few times; but I never done a job where I worked totally on my own, without ever meeting the owner or the architect; sometimes I even had a complimentary designer helping me.’ She stopped… no more words came out as she was facing Sam.



‘Well, my company had used you before and I had seen and evaluated your work.’ Sam complimented.



‘And your people were always satisfied; but there were more consultation face to face, which on this project there was none.’ Alexia answered as she tried not to come in direct eye to eye with Sam.



‘That’s what I call; a great designer, who quickly understands the client. Alexia Thanks.’



‘I’m very curious Sam, and I like to know why you visualised this environment just to have a massage parlour; and secondly two massage tables, one high and one directly at floor level?’ Alexia asked curiously. She was too innocent to understand.



‘First of all don’t feel uncomfortable with me. I knew what happened to you when we first met. I never did anything to any woman which she did not desire. The rules are; until now, I always told any woman who came my way, first; don’t try to fall in love with me as you will be heart broken, secondly; I am not the marrying type. So if a woman wants to come to bed with me; fair enough, but she knows the rules.



‘Why are you telling me this?’ Alexia asked.



‘Don’t blush, please. I have a long experience with women. I had many who offered themselves and disappointed themselves because they pretended that they can break me. So, I want to make things clear with you. Have you ever been in love? Just say the truth.’



‘No not really; I was more the outgoing type, visit places, countries, studying and broadening my education… I never really ever thought of settling down. I don’t want to say I never thought about marriage; but, maybe I was too independent… I love independence in a way, but I don’t want to say I never thought. It’s nature’s way. No body can deny that; but I don’t think I’m ready for that commitment, not for a few years to come.’



‘Friends?’



‘Yes, friends I have, but two of them, two professional females are the closest. Mostly we are always together when we go out especially when possible. All of us have our own professions. I am what I am. Aliki is a doctor and Alexandra is a lawyer. In society we are known as the 3A’s.’



‘So if I invite you to my place or go to a restaurant, I have to invite three.’



‘Precisely Sam; and on Saturday we are free, although we already started to make some kind of plans. But I think my friends would love to meet you; especially Alex.’ Alexia became more comfortable talking to Sam, although he was wondering what she had in mind.



‘Why do you think, especially Alexandra?’ Sam asked.



‘She’s hot; she likes men and she loves to enjoy herself and I’m sure she would be delighted to join you in your bed. She will go crazy if you give her that look.’



‘Emmm, this last statement is very interesting. So if you come to my place around four on Saturday and after I welcome you and serve you a drink, I… can politely ask Alex if she would let me escort her to my bedroom, strip her naked and that includes also myself, and then I will spend an hour or so making love, fucking, or sucking. Am I right?’ Sam tried to be a bit vulgar. He wanted to test Alexia!



‘You hit the nail on the head Sam, but beware; because she shouts and can become very aggressive. I told you, she’s hot and wild especially when…’ Sam was not expecting any such answers from Alexia, especially of what happened earlier.



‘Very interesting, I must say. But; before I ask about Aliki, what about your sexual ego? How do you satisfy or better control?’



‘There was a short period when I started to touch myself, you know; but I had even enjoyed those moments with some friends, you know experimenting. Then automatically I gave it up. Believe me, I’m human. I get desires, feelings, probably like everybody else. Sometimes I even get wet. At certain days of the month or when Alex and Aliki decide talk or discuss nothing else; except hot sex I get feelings too, and even sometimes, I will be obliged to say something too. I know that every now and then they touch each other too; but I was never involved, although they had invited me.’ That’s how she described herself in a nutshell.



‘You seems to be a very good manager; how about Aliki?’ Sam asked.



‘Aliki is also a very hot woman but still a virgin. The last couple of months she was trying to find Mr Right with whom she would make it happen, I mean she wanted to loose her virginity. She decided she wants to become a woman but no man had yet fitted to her desires. It may happen next Saturday, if we finally decide to make it to your place.’ It was rather a queer statement. Somebody deciding for somebody else; well, in Sam’s opinion, not were sex was concerned.



‘So you think that I fit that category.’ Sam queried.



‘Well, maybe. Reason is, she don’t want to be with somebody, who later will tell the whole of Athens. Friends usually do. That was reason one. Then she started looking for a foreigner, but she also thought its’ not ideal unless he’s living around, and they can have a few encounters together. So she’s still a virgin. Sam I think you fit all.’



‘Is she the marrying type?’ Sam asked.



‘At least; not for some years to come! At the moment she’s trying to go either to England or Switzerland to continue to specialize in her sector.’



‘Interesting; it could be great! Let’s forget Saturday; what am I going to do with you?’ Sam asked. She looked at him with a rather shocked face, but with a slight smile which never ever had escaped from between her lips.



There was no answer. She was expecting something, but she did not want it to happen as she knew she could become uncontrollable. Sam kept looking at her face and he realized that it was changing colours. He knew what she wanted, but he did not know how he was going to handle the situation.



She looked beautiful; scared and vulnerable. She wanted to run even though she knew that Sam would keep his word and would not fuck her; rip her hymen when she managed to protect it for many years.



‘Let’s go!’



‘Go where?’ Alexia shockingly asked.



Sam grabbed her from her hand and followed him from the inner massage room to first massage room. He stopped close to the massage table. Looking in her eyes first, then turned his eyes towards the fittings hanging; the heavenly ambient, until he was behind her, but not too close.



He knew she was under his spell; but he was rather a bit sceptic. Sam had always tried to be the gentleman and always believed in it. No woman ever came crying back; because they had always been advised.



She worried him, but as he looked at her body from behind, he decided she needed a little exercise so he decided that she needed that special pair of hands to satisfy her new feelings. He made the final step until he was too close. His organ was hard as steel pushing against his trousers, tenting. Light flushed engulfing her body as she felt he was too close behind her.



His lips were close to her ear. His tongue licked her earlobe while his left hand moved slowly under her arm and the palm lightly settled just below her breasts. She became rather uncomfortable as both their bodies pressed against each other. Her heart increased in the beating when she felt something hard pressing exactly where she never wanted to be.



No words escaped from either lip, even when she felt the little zipper on the side of her skirt moving downwards. She wondered what was coming next. Then she heard the click of the hook and her skirt went crawling downward around her legs. Sam’s other hand moved slowly upwards under her sleeveless designer blouse; opening one button after another until the third one was opened.



The upper one was untouched while the same hand cupped her right breast and with the thumb he pressed the bare nipple against the hard lining of her half bra. Alexia pushed her ass backwards and pressed it against Sam’s hard cock which felt like really something huge.



She felt shocked; she wasn’t expecting such a reception, but instead of panicking she pushed her head backwards over Sam’s shoulder while he whispered in her ear and his tongue danced around her earlobe.



‘How do you like it sweetie; eemmm; is it hard enough.’ She moaned as he felt her melting in his arms. She pressed her ass harder, trying to get that feeling which she many times had craved for, although she had never been in such a situation, like that day. His other hand moved also upwards, opening the last button of her blouse followed by the cupping of the other breast. With the two thumbs pressing her hard nipples against the lining of the bra, she moaned again and again while her ass moved up and down, massaging Sam’s steel hard prick.



‘Emmm; it seems you really like what you feel; it seems it feels sooo good; emmmm. I’m happy that you like it. Remember…’ Sam continued whispering as he continued to lick her earlobe and role her nipples. ‘… don’t ask for it. You are not ready; but maybe one day, you will, and under the shade of the olive trees, naked and ready to receive my proud hard cock at your convenience, and which, I will slowly insert it little by little into that hot wet waiting portal of love you have there, between those beautiful sexy legs. Somewhere I’m hopefully sure that I will find that thin layer which you had protected for so long. But not today… today I will check it… I will feel inside … and try to sense, if it’s still secured… If accidently is not still there, you still have to wait until you are ready.’ Sam ended his teasing eulogy.



‘Bastard.’ She thought; whilst she was still lost in her sexual dreams. He pressed and rolled her nipples before the last button popped open. Her blouse was drawn backwards as it flowed out of her hands, followed by her bra, which after unlocking the hook it moved forward and also ended on the carpeted floor.



Sam put a hand against her legs, just above the knees. His other hand, he rested it against her chest, below her breasts. With one push backwards of his lower hand her fully naked body ended on his hands, and slowly he laid her face down on the massage table.

Unethically, he moved the fingers along the inside of her thigh until they glided over her silk panties and slowly along her spine up to her neck.



No words were said. Alexia relaxed but soon was shocked when she felt Sam’s fingers crawl behind the elastic waist band of her panties and which he very slowly peeled, little by little as they were drawn down along her shapely legs.



Alexia although shocked, she made the necessary movements so that her panties can easily flow away down along her legs. Sam with her panties still in his hands, and behind Alexia’s back, he examined the gusset which naturally was not wet but soaking wet.



A look from the back where her feet were, Sam dissolved himself into the beauty of this beautiful young well matured lady. Her olive coloured skin; unblemished by the rays of the sun, she looked as beautiful as the most renowned Greek goddess and as mature as a bottle of excellent wine.



Sam’s hardness was evident and before making any moves he took off his tee-shirt. Then he chose the lavender oil, opened the bottle and amongst the scent of the Sandalwood in the air, he poured a line of oil over her spine, from the neck all the way to the tail bone. Then he started to massage her back from around her neck down to her lower back, doing one side towards the spine and then the other side. He took his time using his hands, professionally. Alexia relaxed and left herself in Sam’s able hands as they flowed over her excited body.



Next, it was time to massage her smooth legs, which were nicely shaped. He started from precisely below her ass cheeks all the way to her feet and with special attention to those critical parts, like toes, ankles, and the joints.



The inner thighs were the most sensitive, especially when his hands got too close to her erogenous zones. He worked on them, being careful not to get too close. In the end Sam poured more oil falling on her beautiful bums. Some of it ran down along her perfectly shaped cheeks and naturally over her rosebud until it continued its journey downwards along her pouty lips. Some of it ended into her pubic hair and along the lips of her leaking pussy.



Before Sam put his hands to continue, he looked down between those shapely cheeks and into the cleft. It was at that moment when she slightly moved her legs at the instant that she felt the oil seeping between the folds. Sam loved that scene, especially those pouty hairy covered lips. Even a second look he took and Alexia knew that he was more than looking. She even wondered of he was as excited as she was.



He moulded those cheeks in his able hands, sending more butterflies flowing into her brains. Love juice which had been trickling from between those hot lips since the moment they met. With what she was expecting the excitement within her own body increased as she felt those ass cheeks being moulded by his smooth hands.



He had massaged some of the ladies and many times he massaged Padme. He corrected his mistakes so many times that in the end he became quite a professional; but this was the first time he was doing so, to a strange woman. He wanted to impress Alexia, and he had to make sure he would do better than the best he ever, had accomplished.



Although in a way Alexia was a little shy; being totally naked infront of a male she had barley knew; she felt impressed. It was not the first time that she went for a massage; but this playboy, seemed to know his stuff. She was enjoying the way his hands were moving, so much so, that all shame of being naked without any decency of even covering her intimate areas, ethically; she did not care. The feeling was heavenly. From between her legs love juice was flowing. It had not even stopped since they came face to face. She wondered how many virgins had he blown and how many women did he fuck.



Illicit dreams of Sam making love to different women was flowing through her dirty world. She wondered what it would feel like, if she will let Sam position what he had between his legs close to her very wet and hot pussy. The more pleasures her body was receiving from Sam’s able hands, the wilder and shameful her dreams were getting.



‘Do you like to turn on your back, please?’ Sam politely asked.



Alexia was shocked. But, did she have an alternative? She wanted to do it more than she ever wondered. She had never been is such a position before, and every time she went for a massage, she was always in the hands of a female, not to mention the decency.



She turned slowly and she made sure that she won’t blush. She fought with herself and she tried to hold on until she was on her back where she tried to keep the gap between her legs as close as possible without given Sam any show, although the inside feelings were to show him all. Being the good boy, Sam had kept his eyes focused on her face. He wanted to have a look at that view but he did not want make things worst. As her body settled on the mattress, she melted into her outrageous dreams. Her insides were fighting a war; a war between a yes to more and a no.



As she was lying down on her back Sam took the same procedures, except that he started from her face, massaging her cheeks, back to around her ears together around the nose and her forehead and then down over her chest towards her pubic area. Without getting too close to her clitories he left her breasts, also untouched.



Her nipples were hard and Sam wondered what was flowing through her brain. His hands roamed on the front of her smooth body as they spread the loose oil. Without and incidents he continued with the treatment until he was doing her legs; loosing the joints from those of her toes up to the thigh joints.



The last touches were given to her breasts and her nipples which made her body shake and tremble. She was already on the brink of exploding into a mind blowing orgasm. From the way her body was shacking, not to mentions the moans flowing out from between her lips, it was evident how hot she became. That was the moment when he poured some oil precisely on her vaginal lips. Her body trembled again; it was strong, just like an earthquake, while he lightly continued to massage the area below her navel down to her inner thighs; very close to those beautiful extended lips of her vagina.



Sam knew precisely were to touch without going too close. He tried to avoid another quick explosion, but he left enough desirable feeling to further enhance those incredible pleasures, which were quickly multiplying within Alexia’s body; into heavenly ones.



Sam looked at the clock hanging on the wall and he noticed that it took him just over an hour, from the moment he poured the first oil on her spine. “It a great achievement; he thought with satisfaction.”



The next phase was about to start. They moved to the other room. The smell in the air was different; it felt more erotic. He opened a large towel which was impeccably folded; with which he covered nearly the whole of the massage mattress.



Sam helped her lay down on her stomach and settled her with her legs partly separated. He looked at her from where her feet were and starred at her beautiful oil covered body, not missing the tuff of brown hair which was just covering her leaking pussy.



Within seconds of Alexia lying down naked on her stomach, Sam was pouring a generous amount of oil all over her back and down over her legs. With his hands he spread an even film; covered her whole back down along her legs and hands. He also covered the front of his body along with his legs and most of all, his crotch. His cock; which as always in such situations, was always as hard as steel, was also given a good rub, leaving a thick film of oil all around it.



Sam lowered himself on the mattress, his knees resting between her legs. Alexia was anxiously waiting; wondering if for the expected body to body massage, Sam was going to be totally naked. She knew that he discarded more clothes than he should have done, although from the position she was in she was just evaluating. She became rather, in a way a little worried as she had never found herself in such a situation. A few times she had seen a few pictures of naked males and noticed how their organs were, both in the retracted position and also in the excited condition. She just relaxed and waited; wondering if she was going to feel the real, and experience the feelings of real phallus in all its glory. Sometimes, she even had wondered; if what she had seen on the net looked rather exaggerated.



Sam lowered his body lightly over hers, while he kept his cock not too close to any of her skin. As he settled on her body, he started to slide forwards and backwards on her back, taking his time, changing directions and angles until at last she felt his hard organ moving along her inner leg, up against her thigh until it was jammed against her pussy.



Alexia was as shocked, as much she was pleased. The feeling of his manhood jammed between her legs had sent new tremors through out her whole entire body. New desires for the male phallus flowed through her dirty mind while she wondered what it would be the price she has to pay; if she decided to beg and ask Sam to take her all the way.



Alexia relaxed and continued to enjoy the feelings of his skin against hers, as his body continued to slide and glide against every centimetre of her back from down against her feet up to her neck. With Sam’s pelvic area around the back of her neck, he massaged the upper back with his hard organ, moving downwards mashing the hard organ along her spine.



When she turned on her back, Sam looked into her eyes. No talk was needed to know, how hot and happy she was. The smile on her lips and the look of her eyes were proof enough of her deep inner feelings. He settled on his knees as he poured oil on her stomach, the same way he had done to her back. He spread more and enough all over, to cover every bit of her skin, including her nipples which he lightly squeezed.



Alexia watched Sam with her half opened eyes, as his hand roamed over her legs until that moment, when his very wet hand covered per pelvic area. Although her legs were slightly open, she was shocked when she felt his hand moving downwards, lightly along her inner thighs with a slight touch against the protruding closed lips. As he was getting close she gave him some more space as the pleasures she felt, made her cry for more. She wanted to be touched. She wanted to feel Sam’s hand there between her legs, opening her hot wet lips. Although, initially she felt being taken advantage off or better, against her will; she quickly regained confidence. The sexual feelings flowing through her body were something she could not control anymore. She started to loose control, and the feelings she had enjoyed during the last few minutes were something, she was not going to forget; very easily.



Again mini orgasms had started roaming through her entire body, and every time his organ moved close and touched the erogenous zones, her body not only vibrated but shuddered. She was waiting to be touched, as many times as she wanted to be. She wanted to feel and enjoy those fresh new things, those new feelings which she always tried to keep away from her life. Partly it was definitely the way she was brought up. They were ideas which she had in a way always despised; not because they were bad, but furthermore, because she always thought she was not ready to accept them.



Alexia had other things on her agenda. First, it was her career. She was hungry to succeed; go forward and become that person who could evolve customer’s ideas, into that something; which was more than what they had envisioned. Those were her dreams, although dirty dreams frequently flowed through that dirty part of her brain; especially after she hears the latest adventures from Alexandra and those hot erotic desires of Aliki.



When Sam was lightly massaging the area around her pussy, a couple of fingers even skid between the folds of her wet pouty lips and even pressed against her clitoris. She lightly moaned and even a cry escaped, as Sam’s hand took more time than it was ethically necessary. Her body trembled again. A few more tremors and the more cries that escaped, the more Sam teased her. He did not stop; he continued to massage her leaking wet pussy; while her heart’s beatings were increasing.



He lowered his body over her’s, keeping his chest just centimetres from touching; settled his organ and pressed it against her pussy, between her legs. Then he started to hit the hard nipples against his, while his hard cock was shaking her clitoris.



Alexia put her hands around his neck, pressed his body against her’s and closed her legs tight, jamming his cock against her clitoris, while she started to shout as her body went into the upper heavens.



‘Fuck me Sam; fuck me… aaaaahhh; aaaaahhh; aaaaahhh. Sam what did you do to me. Fuck me; fuck me.’ She cried as her body became as wild as a ball of fire.



Sam relaxed, even though he nearly blown his load between her legs. He did not move. He thought he had gone too far. He stayed there trying to push his body backwards, moving his manhood a little away from the target. His cock was jammed there against her pussy. Part of it was embedded between her pouty lips, very close to the dangerous zone; which as far as he was concerned, it was still out of bounds. The flow of sexual energy had not declined, but rather increased with every breath they were taking, the pressure of their orgasms pressing against each other, multiplied twofold.



Alexia was still panting and moaning. Her body was still engulfed in those astonishing sexual pleasures; but Sam was struggling to get a break. He was scared to go further than what he had promised. For Alexia it seemed it was all new and he did not want to disappoint her, once she had set the parameters



It took a few long minutes, before Alexia slightly made the wrong move and Sam’s cock escaped from between her legs. It was the moment when Sam started to massage her body, gave her no alternative to prevent him from performing the rest of the body to body massage.



There were moments when she did not want Sam to stop, like when he was massaging her breasts with his hard cock, especially when he lifted himself slightly upwards and started to hit her nipples with the head of his hard truncheon. Her eyes were wide open; she was watching the beauty of that extraordinary organ, with his bag filled with his nuts and which it was too close to her eyes, hanging against his amazing masterpiece.



Abruptly, Sam stopped. His body was still resting over hers. His eyes were centimetres away from hers; focused on each other’s. His hardness was locked again between her legs, pressed against her hot leaking lips.



At last their lips touched, their tongues automatically flowed in each others mouths. They kissed and played with their lips and tongues until the tension started to escalate.



Sam broke his lips away from her’s, while they were still looking at each other. He took a deep breath, whereas his hard cock pressed harder against her pussy. She pushed against it as Sam whispered; ‘Like to get on top?’



‘What do you mean Sam?’



‘I mean, taking my place while I lie down on my back.’



‘Do you think I can do it?’



‘Sure you can; but before we start we have to spread more oil on our bodies.’ Sam did not wait; he turned over on his stomach and stretched himself with his legs separated; his hardness hidden under neat and the sack hanging there for her hungry eyes to devour; not to mention that his asshole was perfectly exposed.



Alexia took the bottle of oil, opened it and settled on her knees. She poured the oil over his back and spread it all over his body, down over the back of his legs before she repositioned herself over his back, with her legs slightly open. Her pussy, leaking hot sticky smelly liquids; she pressed against the back of his thigh; hoping sure that it will arouse enough friction between their bodies.



A hand she located round his neck as a lever to help her, control her body movements. She felt confident and the first move was backwards. She concentrated on her hard nipples which she was slightly pressing them against his back, while her pussy slide lightly along his leg.



Her main aim she achieved as the blood started to boil, and the sexual feelings immediately started to escalate. The more she manoeuvred her body movements the wilder she became. She changed from one leg to another, trying to reach that climax that she many times, had dreamed about.



Before she exploded, Sam made her change her position as he turned on his back. He knew what she wanted. Some oil was needed and in no time her body was sliding again all over Sam’s. As before, she moved her pussy against his legs alternating from one to another. She even turned around in a sixtynine position, to give Sam that view of her hot wet pussy while she pushed her ass too close to his eyes.



‘Nothing more, than a fucking whore!’ Sam thought.



She kept alternating the movements, until at last she pressed her pussy lips against the length of his hard cock, moving forwards and backwards massaging her clitoris until she achieved the ultimate; an incredible orgasm which lasted more than she ever accounted for.



After a short rest enjoying the aftermath of her achievement, they walked into the shower. Cold water and soap, they washed each other and after drying out, Sam took her to one of the bedrooms where they pleasured each other. Everything was on the menu except the act of conjugation.



‘Lie down on your back… yes you look great, now pull your legs towards you; emmm… open them slowly, slowly; I just like to watch. I love to observe those lips opening slowly… yes that fantastic… but I want you to open them further… wider.’



Sam was there standing and studying the process and with great admiration he was analysing the details of the most beautiful part of the female body. “It is beautiful; why not.” It gives joy while it performs the act of love. It relaxes the body. So many interesting things happen because of the beauty of the sexual organs, both male and female.



Sam slowly knelt between her legs and scanned her body, starting from between her legs until he was looking straight into her eyes. He scanned her backwards until his eyes settled on her slit, with the lips slightly separated. They were lovely, incredible. I love nothing more than looking between a women wide open legs and lavish at the beauty of the pelvic area.



‘Please Alexia; separate those wet lips with your fingers and stretch them as wide open as you can. Yes they are beautiful.’ She stretch them further and further until the glossy wet pinkie walls were glistening in the light coming from the light in the room. ‘They look perfect and what about the area between them; its beauty is unbelievable. I could never stop enjoying, adoring nature’s perfection.’



Sam face got closer to her pelvic area. His tongue was ready as his eyes were wide open, full of desire to enjoy the beauty and the feeling of Alexia’s portal to her love nest. He took his time a he remained motionless observing; his eyes focused on that beautiful slit covered with protective liquids, which keeps it moist. The smooth surface of the skin along the insides, together with the entrances and the pleasure hub, were properly and perfectly ready for near perfect performances; when nature calls.



‘Have you never seen the inside area of a female pussy?’ Alexia asked. ‘Aren’t they the same, or for that matter about; the same.’



‘It’s the portal of procreation my dear Alexia. When one thinks what happens when men and women make love, the pleasures they enjoy, especially when they prepare and indulge themselves in foreplay with time to spare, the pleasures are incredible; unbelievable and unforgettable. I could never stop enjoying its’ beauty. WE HAVE TO MAKE SWEET, SLOW LOVE and not just fuck.’

(This was the first time that a young man had e-mailed me about his interest in sex with his mum. As readers of my other conversations will know, it was usually the mum herself, or the daughter, who contacted me about their interest in incest. The story of Wayne and his mum, Jinny, started one morning during Easter, after he sent me feedback. I replied to thank him, asking him to tell me something about himself. It became a long daily exchange of emails – sometimes several in one day. But, imagine my surprise, when his mother also got in touch with me, out of the blue, three days later. I knew then that we were destined to have a wonderful flowering of mum/son sex. I just needed to encourage them to get together. They did. In less than a week, and after lots of encouraging messages. It was extraordinary. I have edited out some of the exchanges to avoid too much repetition.)



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Sarah,



My name’s Wayne, I’m 19 and go to a local uni. I’ve read your conversational stories on Literotica. One about Ellie and the other about Rene and found them exactly to be what I wish would happen to me. My mom, Jinny, is a curvy woman, usually referred to as a BBW on porn sites. When I discovered them on the net, I was instantly drawn to them. The biggest orgasms I ever had came from looking at women with huge bums and massive tits. Just like my mom. I suddenly realised that my biggest fantasy was my own mom! I don’t know what to do. I suddenly found myself trying to catch glimpses of her beautiful body in the shower, “accidentally” walking into her bedroom, while she changed, etc. I even start masturbating into her used panties! Am I sick? Or is this something that can actually work as a loving mother/son relationship?



Hi Wayne



Well, you are certainly not sick – though some people might think so! I can fully understand what it is that makes you horny – the sight of a big-breasted woman is enough to arouse and inflame any young virile male. The fact that’s it’s your mum adds a little more wickedness to the feeling. Except, here, I’m not sure what you would like to me suggest. Has your mom ever shown any interest in your body? Seen you masturbate or spoken about the need for sexual release? Do you have a father at home I wonder? I don’t suppose you’ve actually watched your mom masturbate herself, but you may have heard her. Do you think she has any interest at all in a sexual encounter with her son? With Rene, it was she who wanted me to nudge her son in her direction – which I did!



Sarah.



Sarah,



Well that’s a relief… It just feels a bit wrong to get an erection whenever she bends over or when I look at her tits. I walk around with just boxers on sometimes, and she’s never told me off for it. I even caught her looking at the bulge in pants a few times but nothing serious. I did think she caught me once, wanking to a picture of a BBW pornstar (who looked just like mum). Just as I was cumming I heard a noise behind me, but when I turned around there was nothing there. But, that evening mum talked to me about sex and said that if I ever needed any help with “anything” to go and find her. Does that mean she wants it too? She’s also been talking more and more about women having sexual needs, when I talk about girlfriends and stuff, and saying that I should remember that women need pleasure as well. Yes, I have heard her masturbating some nights and one night I peeked round the door while she was at it. My dad works as an airline pilot so is away a lot and she often refers to me as the man of house.Wayne.



Well Wayne



I’ve thought a lot about what you told me yesterday. It shouldn’t feel ‘wrong’ to respond to a buxom female, whether it’s your mom or not! It’s natural – part of the mating game! And first, let me say that sex between mum and son is far from unusual, so don’t feel bad about wanting it. From what you tell me, my guess is that your mum feels the same way. Mom wants it but, like you, feels that it’s wrong!



I expect your mum is in her early 40s, and that’s an age when many women are more sexually aware than ever, and need more sex at a time when husband’s appetite is fading – or not at home. You’d be surprised how many ladies of that age write to me about their insatiable appetites for sex! (Well you’ve read some of the chats I’ve had with them.) So, when mum mentioned women having sexual needs as well, I think she knows that you caught her masturbating, and is trying to explain why she does it – because she is very concerned that you might lose your respect for her, or think she’s some sort of slag. So, Wayne, she just needs some assurance from you that you’re still very proud of her (in more ways than one!) And have a high respect for her.



How you do that is up to you, because I don’t know just how close you are. Perhaps the best time is when you meet up outside the bathroom at bedtime – or whenever – give her a hug and tell her you’re proud of her – and think she’s got a great figure. If you can, say sorry for showing an interest at her breasts, but admit that you find them very attractive and exciting. You can’t help it! The important thing at all times, though, is to allow either of you an escape route if it turns out to be embarrassing, otherwise you may end up with a rift between you. That would never do!



Then leave the next move up to mum and react accordingly. My guess is that she’ll either blush and say ‘don’t be silly’ – in which case listen out for her masturbating in bed at the thought of turning you on – or she may laugh, with a ‘thank you’ and flaunt them at you – in which case gasp with admiration and tell her how fabulous they are.



Anyway, mum’s offer to offer help with ‘anything’, could be her way of suggesting that she’d like to masturbate you, or let you watch her masturbate. Some kind of shared sexual experience. But, all in all, I think what she is crying out for, is an assurance from you that you don’t think badly of her. Mums are keen not to lose their children’s respect for them. And whilst young men masturbate, they mostly don’t think married women should need to. Well, you know different, don’t you – so tell her.



Once the ice is broken, the rest will follow. Believe me! Lots of respect for each other – lots of trust – and lots of pride in each other. Let me know how you get on. And good luck.



Sarah



Ps – I’d be no good for you Wayne – I’m small breasted with a pert bum!! But a fleshy pussy!



Wow Sarah,



Thanks for such detailed advice! I’m quite close to mum and we do hug and cuddle a lot, though I get embarrassed nowadays because I keep getting a boner when cuddled up close to her breasts or her fleshy bum. She has noticed a few times and just laughed it off with an offhand remark like “don’t poke me to death with that thing” or something like that. I did as you suggested this morning. I walked into her room “accidently” catching her changing. She seemed almost deliberately slow to cover up, giving me a good eyeful of her large breasts. I was about to leave, before I told her that she has a wonderful figure that most moms would envy. She blushed and said thank you and carried on getting changed with me still in the room! I just stood watching for a few minutes, before I sensed she was going to turn around and left the room. Safe to say I had a monster erection to deal with afterwards! I took your advice and left my door open and wasn’t too quiet about it either, but I’m not sure whether she noticed or not.



I have noticed that she disappears off to “do some ironing” up in her room more often lately, and come to think of it, I do hear some squeaking and restrained moans when I press my ear to the door.



Mum has walked in on me watching porn before now, so she knows it’s something I do. So maybe leaving Literotica on the computer while I’m away would do the trick? One of your stories?



Wayne



Wayne



It seems to me that your mum’s really eager to masturbate your cock. ‘If you need any help…etc.’ Well, she certainly doesn’t seem embarrassed about things, though she might still feel a bit ashamed at having these naughty thoughts. Or maybe she thinks it would embarrass you. When you tell her what a fabulous body she has, you might ask her for a peek at her tits, and see what she does. If you get a hard-on, let her see you stroking it over your trousers. You’ll get there. Remember – respect, trust and so on. Flattery! Next time she goes to ‘do some ironing’, why not offer to help her?



It’ll happen – maybe today. Just start with watching each other teasing and masturbating. Then she may ask if you’d like her to help you out with ‘that thing’.



Do you want to actually fuck her though? I think she’d like that eventually. Yes – I’m sure she would.



Sarah



Ps you got me all wet here thinking about it!! By the way, have you ever felt a woman’s pussy? You must learn to worhip and adore them. They are fantastic pieces of nature and so mysterious! All different in their own way.



Sarah



Mum came home and changed straight into a bathrobe! In the middle of the day?! She had me give her a foot massage and her robe crept open a little and I caught the most amazing view of clevage! I got really hard and delibertaly pushed it against her foot. She said nothing but started moving her foot minutely around my dick. When I finished she got up and I told her that she has really amazing breasts. She just said thanks, confidently and carried on moving. I said that they don’t compare anything to any of the girls at school and that she needs to show them to me sometime, in a jokey half serious manner. She then said, with a wink, maybe she will. As she was walking away I slapped her bottom, and she just laughed and told me to hit on someone my own age. I told her no one my own age was as sexy as her, and she just giggled. Where do I go from here?!



Fuck her? I think I want to. I just find her sooo alluring, I want to finally touch those breasts, play with them in my hands. Suck the chunky nipples. Grab that fleshy bum and just bury my head in it. I have sooo many fantasies about her, it’s unreal.



Wayne.



P.S. It’s flattering to know I can make an older woman wet. Yes, I’ve had a few girlfriends I’ve been out with, but it’s mainly been hard and fast sex, no real lovemaking. Yes, pussies are fantastic! Especially the ones of women who, on the surface, seem so ladylike, so professional.



That’s good Wayne



Just let the idea develop in Jinny’s mind. Don’t push it. She now knows that you admire her, and want her, and get a hard-on looking at her. So I think her next move, later today, will be to let her bathrobe open wider, to reveal her bare breasts for you. Accidentally of course! She’s teasing you, but at the same time coming to terms in her own mind, and in her own time, with having sex with her son. I believe she’s flattered by your attention, the admiration of a younger man, but needs to get used to the idea. You should just act normal now and let mum make the next move. She will.



I have to admit that I don’t usually lubricate with men online – just other women – but you’ve certainly made me feel horny and wet – perhaps I should come and play with your cock instead. Or perhaps as well as Jinny! We could masturbate you together. I’ll do the wanking while you suck your mum’s nipples! Then you can ejaculate all over them!! How’s that for a fantasy?



Wow



Sarah



Sarah,



It’s so hard (pun intended) to keep a normal demeanour around mum now. I guess I just have to be patient and wait it out. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve ejaculated today just thinking about her! Oh Sarah what a fantasy you painted! Thinking of mum and another hot mature lady playing with me makes me sooo hard. I’ve often fantasised about her with another woman! Her sucking my penis while another woman, you, eats her out between her chunky thighs. Oh that’s such a hot thought. Amazing.



Wayne



Well Wayne, I have to admit that I have cum twice myself! I don’t know what your mum looks like, but I can imagine getting my head between her ample thighs and licking that wet fleshy pussy until I hear her moaning as she takes you in her mouth. Or perhaps having your mum squatting over my face while I watch you fucking her doggy style until you cum – then watching your sperm dribble from her pussy into my mouth! Then kissing her mouth with your sperm trickling from my mouth!! Mmmm hey – you’ve got me going here!!



Oh Sarah that is so fucking sexy! Imagining making a sexy older woman like you cum is such a cock hardening thought! I’ve always seen them as so proper and lady-like and to imagine them in the throes of an orgasm is really hot! Ahh – mum tasting my cum is one of my wildest dreams! That’s such a hot scene you’ve got in my head now! It would be so horny to wake up and see my mum walking around the house totally naked, her huge bum swaying as she did the house work totally naked, her beautiful breasts swaying as bent over and jiggling as she walked. You are so sexy Sarah, how old are you? I can imagine that you’re really horny? I am!



Too old for you Wayne!!



Older than your mum! I don’t have any children and am on my third husband! But I have to tell you that I am a ‘society’ lady – so the idea of feeling a well-off, sophisticated, elegant lady is quite true as far as I go! I am highly respected in the community and if any of the parishioners knew what goes through my head – or my fingers – they wouldn’t believe it!! Besides, I do have a real live girl friend who happens to the vicar’s wife (another elegant ma’am) and is about your mum’s age. But I mustn’t go on, otherwise you’ll have no sperm left when your mum finally wants some!!



And yes – I am really really horny most of the time. And with some young man like you – wow – that really sets me off!



Sarah xx



Wow! The vicars wife?! How’d you manage that one?! That is such a hot thought about how the most prim and proper ladies can be really dirty inside! But how do you get off with her if you’re married?!



Oh, Sarah, the mere sight of mum can coax out a ball full of sperm so Im not worried! How do you deal with all that horniness?! It’s really hot for me to imagine you sneaking out to the car, to rub one out in your business suit, or going for a quickie in the toilets. I’ve only ever had a few blowjobs and each time the girl spat. But oh … that’s a sexy thought! I did once sneak in mum’s room while she was having a shower and grab her freshly worn panties and found them damp at the front! At first I thought it was sweat but it smelt muskier… I had a little lick through and from the little I could taste, it was beautiful!



Wayne



P.S could you send me a picture of you? I have all these images of you in my head and would love to see what you actually look like?



Gosh Wayne



You really are a dirty horny gentleman!



Here are three pics. Read my story The Vicar’s Real Wife to find out about me and my lover. We have ‘coffee’ each week at the vicarage. Our husbands are good friends, but ignorant about what goes on between their wives. Well, we ladies have to have some secrets! For her 40th I bought her a digital camera – cost a bomb! – and she went wild with it. So I have lots of very revealing photos. I’d love to see some of your mum, but…



So you see, you’ve come across a really naughty society girl! Ball gown but no knickers!! Sexy!



Sniffing mum’s knickers is also quite a common thing – daughters as well as sons!



Tell me when she reveals herself!!



XXX



Well Sarah,



I read your story! Oh my … you have a naughty little sex orgy going on behind those doors of your village! I love your body! You are exactly the sexy older woman I masturbate in my fantasies! I love your pert, cute titties, just perfect for sucking! Makes me hard to imaging you wearing sexy underwear like that under your conservative business or everyday clothes!



There has been a development! While I was out doing the gardening I left Literotica, specifically your conversations with mothers about their sons, on my computer. I was out for a good hour or so and when I returned up the stairs I saw her leave my room with a pile of clothes looking rather flushed. I went over to the computer and noticed that the window had been closed! I also noticed that my mouse and some of the keys were slightly sticky and wet. She said she would take a shower soon, so hopefully I’ll get to see some more then.



Hi Wayne



I was rather hoping to have had further news about mum this morning. But … I hope all is ok on that front. After what you said about mum having read my ‘conversations’ on your computer, I am curious to know what her reactions were. Has she gone rather subdued with you I wonder? I think it may be that her horseplay with you was just that. Horse play! And the thought that something more serious may be behind it could have flustered her. If she can’t handle how she might feel after such an event, may be the cause for some concern for her. You see, having crossed that line, there’s no going back and you have to be absolutely sure you can handle the aftermath.



I’m anxious to know how your mum is today.



Sarah



SARAH!!! I have NEWS!



Oh my god … last night! I took your advice and waited for mum to make the next move and by God did she! At around seven she went up for a shower. I was up in my room hoping to catch a peek as she came out. She called out for me to bring her towel, apparently she’d forgotten to take one in. Now normally I just hand it to her round the door, but today I felt a bit bold and walked straight in, and there she was! Standing in the middle of the bathroom, dripping wet, skin shining, totally NAKED.



Oh Sarah what a sight! Her glorious breasts were glistening, her fat nipples (larger than I expected) the jewels adorning her light brownish areolae. The curves of her hips and the soft rolls of her stomach all on show! And her pubes! Oh Sarah she has the most beautiful bush I have ever seen (even from porn models) the little droplets of water shone from amongst her tangled hairs and her soft chunky thighs swelled around her, no sign of those dimple wrinkle things. Now I was just wearing boxers and was making a significant tent but she just acted like she didn’t notice it.



It felt like I was staring at her for hours, but only could have been a couple of minutes. She had to ask me again for the towel! I handed it to her and she started to dry her hair, not covering anything else of her at all. She turned to get something from the sink and exposed her BEAUTIFUL bum. It seemed to stretch out from either side of her for all that I could see. Everything was perfect, the smooth skin of her cheeks, the mysterious cleft of her bum!



I’m telling you Sarah, I nearly came right then! She then wrapped the towel around her head and started talking to me about toothbrushes! Totally naked! I stood right up close behind her as she discussed which ones we should throw away when she suddenly dropped one! She bent over and thrust her bum back straight into my hard-on! I didn’t move and she seemed to wiggle it around as she looked for the brush.



When she straightened up she just carried on as if she hadn’t felt a thing! Just before she left (still naked) I told her she was a beautiful and caring mum and that I loved her. She broke out into a huge smile and ran forward (everything jiggling pleasantly) and grabbed me into a hug! Her naked tits pressing against my body and my hard-on poking out of my boxers could feel her rough hairs! Then she turned and walked back to her room, her bum swaying orgasmically, and shut the door and went to bed.



I listened against her door for ages but couldn’t hear whether she was masturbating or not. Safe to say I’ve had a boner ALL NIGHT and even this morning!



Thanks so much for your advice so far Sarah.



Progress Wayne



And a big relief for me that she hasn’t turned against you. Does mum usually go to bed so early? Pity she closed the door though. That was a sign she didn’t want you to go to her. Trying to come to terms with her desires. I think she’s still having a little horse-play with you, but is now showing you that it’s not serious. You wanted to see her tits and you did – and the naked hug. Wonderful! I would have hoped that she would have squeezed your hard-on, but that might have been too much of a come-on. I don’t know whether she’s just playing you along, but enjoy it while you can.

As she had done on previous nights recently, Camilla used Nigrovum to help her stay awake after having had very little sleep; wearing tiger-skin tights (without underwear), black high heels, and her usual harlot-bright makeup, she waited in front of Agape’s house for Mr. Holland to pick her up in his car.



It was about 4:45 AM when his car stopped at the curb in front of her dad’s house. Mr. Holland got out of the car to get a better look at her. “What are you wearing, baby?” he asked as he ogled her.



“Do you like it?” she asked, turning around for him. “I know you prefer dresses and skirts, but this is kinda sexy too, eh?”



“It sure is, my tempting little tigress,” he said, looking up and down at her. “Look, you even have a camel-toe.”



“Yeah,” she said, giggling. “Wanna touch?”



“Definitely.” He stroked her between the legs with his right hand, and she closed her eyes, moaning softly. His left hand caressed her buttocks, moving up and down her anal cleft, then moved up to fondle her right breast. “No undies…wonderful.”



“Sir,” she sighed. “As much as…I love the way…you touch me, if you continue…I’ll come, and mess up…my clothes.”



“You’re right,” he said. “We’ve gotta get going to the airport, anyway. Get in the car, sweetie; I’ll put your bag in the trunk.”



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They arrived at le Chalet, their hotel in Montreal, at about 10 AM. As soon as the bellboy left them alone in their room, Camilla unzipped her tights at the back.



“Wait, cupcake,” he said. “I’m gonna be too busy for that right now. Wait till tonight, OK?”



“OK,” she said, having already pulled off the tights and removing her shoes. “But I want to take a shower. I feel dirty.”



Looking at her frontally naked body, he said, “You don’t seem that way to me…at least not on the outside.” She giggled and went into the bathroom.



She had her shower as he went over his business papers; he continued his work after she finished up in the bathroom and went to bed nude for a nap. It took all of his strength to refrain from pulling away the blankets and admiring that body with his hands and mouth, but he had to finish preparing what he would do that afternoon.



At about 1 PM, he was finished, and he had to wake her up. He wouldn’t do so without having a little fun, though.



He carefully pulled the blankets away so as not to disturb her. She lay on her belly with her legs open in a thin Lambda shape; he gazed on her naked beauty, adoring her softness and curves. He gently and slowly opened her buttocks, careful not to wake her, and brought his mouth down to her exposed anus. He tongued it while closing her buttocks against either side of his face. She still hadn’t woken, but she sighed softly, as though his excitations were improving her dreams. Then he slowly slid his right index finger inside her vagina; reaching her G-spot, he massaged it briefly. He gently kissed her anus.



“Oh,” Camilla moaned, waking up and looking back at her boss. “Do you like that, sir?”



“Oh,” he said, raising his head up suddenly. “Sorry, sweetie; I couldn’t resist. I hope you don’t mind.”



“Oh, I liked it; best wake-up I ever had.” She rolled over, showing off her large breasts and pubic hair. Then she yawned and stretched, pushing her breasts out for his hungry eyes to see.



Resisting temptation for the sake of being on time, he said, “Get dressed, honey. We have to get to the first factory by 2 PM. Don’t wear that tiger-skin outfit, though. We won’t be able to concentrate on our work.”



“OK, I’ll put on a dress.” She got off the bed, and as she walked over to her luggage he spanked her ass. She took out a tight-fitting brown dress and matching high heels. “Do you want me to wear underwear, Mr. Holland?”



“Whichever you prefer, cupcake.”



“OK, I won’t.”



*****************



After their visit to the factories, they joined his Quebec associates in a fancy restaurant for a business dinner. Mr. Holland and M. Larre were sitting opposite Camilla at their table for five, and both men were eyeing her lasciviously.



As the four businesspeople (one of whom was a fat woman in her fifties) were discussing what could be done in the factories to improve efficiency and prevent future product malfunctions, Camilla–though taking notes above the table–had removed her right shoe and slid her foot under Mr. Holland’s crotch. Gently sliding her foot back and forth, she massaged his erection.



She found Mr. Larre, 48, with streaks of grey hair embellishing his black hair, as attractive as her boss. He dropped his fork under the table; Camilla used Nigrovum to distract the other three so he, unnoticed, could search under the table for it…and see whatever else might have been of interest. She also psychically emboldened and prodded him, so he promptly got under the table.



A split-second accidental look up the fat woman’s skirt made him quickly turn his head away in disgust; then he looked up Camilla’s dress and saw her glorious pussy. Her legs were spread open, and her fingers pulled her labia wide open. Seeing her foot rubbing against Holland’s boner, M. Larre softly snickered to himself; then he brought his hand over to her cunt and slowly slid his finger inside. He gently pushed it in deeper and pulled it out again… in, out, in, out. She got wetter and wetter.



Sighing softly with her mouth slightly open and her eyes half-closed, Camila tried to hide her excitement from the others at the table. Mr. Holland noticed, but assumed she was hot from touching him. Larre pushed his finger several times against her A-spot, and she, pretending to cough, came in his cupped hand. (Her dress was flipped up, so she didn’t make a mess on it.) He drank her come, licked his hand, got his fork, and got up to rejoin the others. She used her napkins to clean up the mess on her chair.



When they finished their dinner, M. Larre chatted with Camilla by the restaurant cash register as their bill was being settled.



“So, what are you doing later tonight, Camilla?” he asked.



Knowing what he was implying, she said, “Sorry; Mr. Holland wants me to be with him tonight. He’s my boss, and I must obey him.”



“Of course, that’s part of your jo-, uh, respon-”



“No, no,” she whispered with a grin and taking no offence at what he obviously meant. “I’m just his secretary, not a prostitute.”



“Oh, I’m sorry if I seemed to be implying…”



“Oh, no, that’s OK. He’s not paying me for what you saw me doing under the table. I like doing things like that for him.”



“Why do you like doing that, Camilla?”



“Because it pleases him,” she answered in all candour.



“I see,” he said with a lewd smile. “Lucky guy. You like, uh, pleasing men?”



“If I like them. You ever come down to Toronto?”



“Often. In fact, I’ll be there at a party next Friday. I’d love to have you accompany me. Would you like to come?”



“I’d love to!” she squealed with a smile. “I love to party.”



“How can I contact you next week?”



“Do you know a strip joint called Club Ritz?”



“Yes,” he said. “I go there every time I visit Toronto.”



“Great. I’m there every night to see my girlfriend, Candice; she strips there. She’s a really hot-looking redhead. I’m sure you’d like her.”



“Great. I’ll see you there, and your friend can join us, if she wants to come.”



They all left the restaurant, and Mr. Holland and Camilla said goodbye to M. Larre and the other two. Then she and her boss decided to check out the night life in Montreal.



A taxicab driver recommended a hot dance club, and he drove them there. They went inside, eager to have some fun. He bought them some beers at the bar, and they went over to the dance floor, which was packed with sweating people. Up high, they could see male and female go-go dancers in chic outfits expertly moving their desirable bodies in cages to inspire everyone down on the dance floor.



With loud techno music and flashing lights assailing their senses from all directions, the two lovers danced in a frenzy. Camilla shook her head, tits, and ass with wild abandon, and Holland loved watching her move. Staring in each other’s eyes, they got up close and started gyrating their hips together, as if they were fucking in front of everybody.



*******************



Several hours later, they returned to their hotel. As they walked down the hall, clumsy from tipsiness, they laughed and kept each other from falling.



“Oh, that was fun,” she said as they reached their room.



“Yeah,” he said, taking their room key out of his pocket. “OK, I wanna take a shower. You get in bed and wait for me.” After they got in their room, he spanked her behind as she shuffled ahead, unzipping her dress and kicking off her high heels. After getting in the bathroom, he said to himself, “Miles Holland gets lucky at last.”



Ten minutes later, he came out of the bathroom naked and saw her naked on the bed on all fours: her legs were wide open and her ass pushed out so her anus and vulva were in plain view. She looked forward to the wall, waiting for him to surprise her. Her tube of anal lube lay on her right side on the bed, and the sight of her pretty, puckered, brown asshole let him know exactly what to do.



He got on the bed behind her, took the lube, and lubed his hard cock and her rectum thoroughly. “Ready or not, here I come,” he said, aiming for her ass.



“OK, sir,” she said, sighing with salacious expectation. “But don’t come till I’ve been thoroughly drilled, OK?” She giggled at that.



“Absolutely,” he grunted as he pushed the tip of his cock against her happily opening anal orifice.



She looked back at him as he slid his cock in a few inches; she squinted and opened her mouth wide, moaning and sighing as his cock went in deeper.



When he got in halfway, he asked, “Does it hurt?”



“No, sir,” she groaned. “Ah! If it…pleases you, I’m happy…Oh!



He slid all the way in and grunted loudly with delight. “That feels…so good! Ah!” He kept pushing in and pulling out, stretching and widening her rectum. He felt her tits as he fucked her tight ass, kissing her on the back. “The wife…would never…let me…enjoy this…with her. Ah!



“I’m glad…I could fill…that void…for you, sir.”



“I thought…I was filling…your void,” he panted; she giggled between groans. “Lemme fill…your other void.” He pulled his cock out and, poised to give it to her doggy-style, he pushed the tip against her vaginal opening.



“Oh, thank you, sir,” she sighed as it entered. “Oh!”



He slid his cock in three inches; his corpus spongiosum brushed against her G-spot. She screamed with pleasure from that delicious sensation. As he pushed in deeper, her sighs grew louder and higher in pitch. By the time his cock had got all the way in and his knob kissed her A-spot, she gushed her first orgasm; his cock and balls were soaking. He kept thrusting, and the tip of his dick kept pecking away at her A-spot. She gushed some more.



“Oh, my God!” she screamed. “Ah!”



As his thrusts continued, she made her vagina constrict and hug his phallus tightly. Admiring her still wide-open asshole, which was agape, it seemed, with amazement at what his cock could do, he fingered the wrinkles of its orifice.



“I’m gonna come,” he panted.



“Wanna…spray it…on my ass?” she asked with a shaking voice. “Oh!”



He pulled his cock out right when he was on the verge of ejaculating; then he splashed his discharge all over her beautiful, round buttocks. Some jizz got on her anal cleft, just below the top of the crack, and the rest splashed all over her left buttock. They lay on the bed–him on his back and her on her belly–and slowly regained their breath.



“That was…a fuck to remember,” he panted.



“Oh, yeah,” she sighed.



“Why did I…have to marry…such an awful…woman?”



“She must have been…better when you…were dating.”



“Yeah, but…marriage changes things.” He stared at his come, which so prettily adorned her ass.



“I wish you could leave her, sir.” She looked in his eyes with compassion for how he suffered from such an abusive wife.



“Leave her, yeah…and marry you?” he asked, stroking her hair.



“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that…I’m not the marrying kind…I like my freedom…Sorry.”



“I understand. Let’s get some sleep.”



“I’ll clean up first,” she said, then went to the bathroom and washed his come off in the shower.



********************



They woke up at 7:30 on Sunday morning.



“Come on, sweetie,” he said, yawning. “Let’s get some breakfast.” She got out of bed, and he sat on the side of it. “How depressing: I’ve gotta go back and face the bitch this afternoon. The party’s over.”



“Not yet, sir,” she said, kneeling before him. “Not necessarily; want a blow job?”



“I’d love one,” he grunted, opening his legs, which she got in between. She played with his cock to get it hard, and brought her face up close to the knob.



“Do you want to come in my mouth, or on my face?”



“On your pretty face, please?”



Looking up in his eyes with a lewd smile, she sighed, “You’re my boss, and I must obey you.” She immediately started kissing and licking the tip of his cock.



He looked down at her as she put his erection in her mouth. With such bad luck in choosing a wife, he couldn’t believe his good fortune in meeting this slut with a heart of gold. His wife treated him like a ‘retard’, as she in her meanness too often called him; Camilla, in her sweet, willing submission, treated him like a king. Her wet lips slid up and down his shaft, and her fingers gently jiggled his balls. She always had her eyes fixed on his as she sucked, ever communicating her desire to please him with her mouth as best she could. She took his cock out and licked his bulging corpus spongiosum from bottom to top; then she put his balls in her mouth and sucked on his scrotum while jerking him off just enough to keep him hard, but not enough to make him come.



She took his balls out of her mouth and took his cock back in, deep-throating it. His pubic hair tickled her face and poked at her eyes. She felt him about to ejaculate, and just when he’d reached the point of no return she pulled her head back, making a popping sound when his knob came out of her mouth. Keeping his dick pointed at her face, she made sure he came all over it. “Ah!” she screamed and squinted when the first blast splattered against her left eye and upper nose. She giggled when the second spewing hit her right cheek. She continued giggling and screaming as the other shots soaked her lips, nose, and left cheek. Wiping the come out of her eye with her finger and looking up at him with a lascivious grin, she giggled like a little girl and said, “I’ll all gooey.”



“Yes, you are,” he said, looking down at her. “The sweetest girl I’ve ever known.”



“Ooh,” she said suddenly. “I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.” She got up, and he followed her in. She sat on the toilet and began peeing. Looking up at him, she spread her legs open so he could see. He admired the golden line pouring down, and wished his penis wasn’t spent.



“Baby, you piss apple juice,” he said.



“Thank you,” she said with a grin and another giggle. His come continued dripping down her cheeks and off her nose and chin. She finished peeing, then reached for the toilet paper. As she wiped herself, her labia were opened for his viewing pleasure; she just looked up at him with the innocent eyes of a child and let him enjoy the show.



“I’d love to watch you poop again,” he said as she reached over to flush the toilet. “I wanna see more of those chocolate bar turds fall out of your beautiful ass.”



“I can give myself an enema, sir,” she said, getting up. “I brought my enema nozzle and stuff, ’cause I thought you’d be into that. Shall we do that?”



“Oh, yes,” he groaned. “You are soooooo considerate, sweetie.”



She went over to her bag, got out her enema nozzle, and got everything ready. When she returned to the toilet, he was getting an erection again. He helped her put the thing up her ass, and she stroked his cock. As the liquid went inside, she squirmed and fidgeted on the toilet, feeling cramping and urgency; then her shit all came pouring out.



She continued jerking him off as she shat. “What do you call a scat porno movie based on a Roald Dahl children’s story?” he asked, panting to the sensitive strokes of her hand.



“I dunno,” she said, playing with his cock and grunting as the cascade of shit kept coming out of her asshole. “What?”



“Willy Wanking and the Chocolate Factory.” Imagining the pleasure she was feeling from her evacuation’s massaging of her rectal walls, he was approaching orgasm.



She giggled at his weird joke; when she finished crapping, he–enjoying the smell–came on her breasts. She looked down at herself and saw his come dripping off her right nipple. Always aware of the come still dripping off her face, she said, “I think it’s time I took a shower.”



“OK,” he said, “but first, can I wipe your pretty asshole clean?” He got on his knees.



“Sure,” she said, flushing the toilet and getting down on the floor on all fours. She gave him the toilet paper, spread her legs out wide, and pointed her behind toward his face so he could see her dirty asshole. He wiped the brown off, sniffing away and admiring the sight of the beige wrinkles of her anus as they appeared once the shit had been wiped away. Then she got in the shower.



********************



Back in Toronto, Camilla went to dinner with her father and his girlfriend, Carrie, who was in a sexy red dress. It was difficult for Camilla to sustain a phoney smile the whole time they were eating and talking. Indeed, Carrie was pretty and seemed nice, but jealous Camilla would be happy only if that woman was out of their lives forever.



“So, Camilla,” Carrie asked, “you’re going to follow in your father’s footsteps and be a professor of literature too, eh?”



“Yeah,” Camilla said. “I hope so.”



“I’m sure she can,” Agape said. “She has the brains to do it.”



“I know where I get them from, Daddy,” she said, beaming at him.



“Yep,” Carrie added. “Your dad’s certainly a smart one, and a kind one; that’s why I love him so.” She kissed him on the lips. Camilla’s smile instantly turned into a frown that she tried to hide.



Tonight Miles has to be with a woman he doesn’t like, and so do I, Camilla thought. She couldn’t wait for Candice to get a chance to fuck Agape, and–it was to be hoped–make him not want Carrie anymore.



********************



They went to Agape’s house, and Carrie said goodbye to Camilla at the front door.



“It was so nice finally meeting you, Camilla,” Carrie said.



“N-nice meeting you, too,” Camilla forced out.



Agape kissed Carrie on the lips. Camilla winced a the sight of it. “Goodnight, honey,” he said. “I love you.”



“I love you, too, sweetie,” Carrie said. “Goodnight.” She went to her car and drove away.



Camilla and Agape went inside the house. “Well, what do you think of her, Camilla?” he asked.



“She seems very nice,” Camilla said. Trying her best not to look disapproving, she asked, “Are you gonna marry her?”



“It looks that way,” he said with a smile as they went into the living room. “I haven’t popped the question yet, but I’m getting bold.”



“Well, I say let’s celebrate,” she said as she, taking her purse, went into the kitchen to get drinks for both of them.



“Good idea,” he said, putting on some music and sitting down. “Do you still have any of that pot?”



“I sure do,” she said as she took a pill of ecstasy out of her purse and put half in his bourbon. Mixing it all together, she asked, “Can we have Candice come over? She’s lonely in that apartment all by herself.” She brought his drink and a beer for herself into the living room.


Reba Lyon started masturbating in her grade twelve English class to relieve the boredom of her preachy, prolix teacher, Ms. Kiss. Reba slipped her finger down under her plaid school uniform skirt, inside her pink panties, and in her wet vaginal opening. She slowly slid her finger in and out, tickling her G-spot.



“In the totalitarian society of Orwell’s novel, the government uses fear to control the people,” Kiss told her class, students in St. Anne’s Catholic Secondary School in Toronto.



Connie, an 18-year-old, plain-looking, pimple-faced classmate, noticed Reba’s fingering, and took furtive glances at her from a few desks in front and to the left of Reba. Breathing heavier, she started fingering herself, too.



“In the totalitarian society of Aldous Huxley’s novel, the powers that be use pleasure to manipulate the masses: a drug called ‘soma’ gives the people a high that serves as a mental vacation from their daily troubles; also, right from childhood, the people are subjected to hypnopaedia, subliminal messages given to them while they’re sleeping to train their minds to make them grow into the kinds of people the government wants them to be. They become docile, obedient, and happily accepting of the life to which they’re predestined.”



One 18-year-old boy sitting next to Reba noticed what she was doing; he sent a text message to a male friend of his (the same age as him), one sitting diagonally to the right of Reba. The text message said to get video of Reba’s masturbating. The second boy surreptitiously held his cell-phone, set to camera, pointing at Reba’s crotch.



Reba, a pretty, petite 18-year-old with black eyes and dyed black hair, wasn’t aware of anyone watching her, so she continued touching herself (had she known she was being watched, she wouldn’t have cared anyway). Her labia were swollen, her clitoris rock-hard, and her vagina dripping wet. Sighing, she looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 2:10. Fuck, she thought; another forty minutes of listening to this bitch ramble on about the virtues of anarchism versus the evils of the state. Ms. Kiss, just give us an assignment and put us into groups, please. Her finger tickled her clitoris, and she could feel an orgasm coming soon. She sighed softly.



Trying to ignore the rude ignoring and undisguised boredom she was getting from her class, Ms. Kiss went on. “Fear and pleasure, powerful tools for the government to use to trick you into doing their bidding. Extreme states of fear or pleasure make the mind especially vulnerable to the power of suggestion, or mind manipulation.”



The boy sitting next to Reba couldn’t wait to see the video his friend was getting. I hope he’s got the angle right for the camera, he thought. Still, he used his imagination as he watched her sighing and fingering herself.



Connie was enjoying herself too. Leaning her head on her hand and staring at Reba’s crotch, Connie was masturbating as furiously as the object of her lesbian love was.



With a sigh not of lust but of annoyance, Kiss went on. “The media, with its twisting of the facts to serve the government’s nefarious agenda, is one way they manipulate you. Another possible way could be to drug, or somehow alter the healthful effectiveness of, our food. Monsanto, protected by US government laws now, could do something like that south of the border with their ‘genetically modified’ food. The Conservative Party of Canada may do it here one day, too.”



Reba’s pussy was dripping wet; her finger was vibrating against her clit with phenomenal, tireless speed. Finally, she came in her panties, though her agape mouth and sighing seemed to Ms. Kiss to be a yawn.



“Ms. Lyon, I’m sorry, am I boring you?!” Kiss suddenly snapped at Reba, who straightened up and tried to pretend to be interested, as did Connie and those two boys. “I know you’d much rather fiddle with Facebook on your cellphones, one of many forms of media that world governments are trying to manipulate to their advantage, but what I have to say will surely affect your future. So this is important! Only stupid, superficial people waste their time pursuing pleasure; smart people look for the meaning under it all. You’re a smart girl, Ms. Lyon. I suggest you listen up!”



“Yes, Ms. Kiss (my ass),” Reba said, whispering the last two words.



After class, Ms. Kiss stood in the hall by the doorway to her classroom, watching all the students pass by. She didn’t notice those two boys watching and enjoying the well-recorded video close-up of Reba touching herself, but she did notice another teacher looking over at some people with suspicion in his eyes. Ms. Kiss walked over to him.



“Brent? What’s wrong?” she asked. “You seem to see something worrying.”



“I do,” he said. “Have you ever noticed something funny about Bing’s students? The female ones, I mean?”



“Oh?” she asked. “What about them?”



“They’re always smiling whenever they go into Bing’s classroom,” Brent said. “In any other class, the girls look as bored as everyone else.”



“I don’t see what you mean. Look at those two girls, Connie and Mary. They’re going into Mr. Broder’s class, and they’re not smiling.”



“Anna, Mary’s fat, and Connie’s pimple-faced.”



“So what? You mean, only his pretty female students are thrilled to take his class?”



“Seems that way.”



“Reba Lyon’s one of Bing’s students; she’s going in now, with Connie and Mary. She’s one of the prettiest girls here, and she’s pouting. You should’ve seen the attitude she was giving me a half hour ago.”



“I’ll bet Broder will get her smiling soon enough,” Brent insisted.



“Oh, Brent, you’re being paranoid.”



“You’re a fine one to talk, Miss conspiracy theorist, always going on about the government. Now here’s Broder, a Jewish convert to Catholicism, who comes here from America to teach chemistry three years ago, not too long before our old student Winnie Smits went missing, by the way. Since when do Jews convert to Christianity much anymore? We aren’t living in antisemitic turn-of-the-century Europe. And he doesn’t have any recognizable Semitic features; he looks like a square-jawed WASP to me.” The bell rang, three o’clock.



“Are you sure I’m more paranoid than you?” Kiss asked. “Bye, Brent. Gotta get back to class.”



“Bye, Anna,” Brent said, then left.



Those two boys were still enjoying the video of Reba masturbating as they went into Mr. Broder’s chemistry class. Some other boys came over to take a look.



“Damn, that’s hot,” the boy who owned the cell-phone said as they watched Reba’s finger twitching under her exposed panties, tickling her clitoris. “She always was a bad girl.”



In the chemistry classroom, Broder, a man in his 50s, walked past Reba, who was talking to Connie.



“You gonna dance at ‘Holly’s’ tonight, Reba?” Connie asked. “I can’t wait to see you there again.”



“Shut up, zit-face,” Reba snapped. “I don’t want to whole world to know.”



“Sorry,” Connie said, desperate for Reba’s friendship.



“You blab like that again, and I’ll tell everyone here you’re a lez,” Reba warned in whispers. “You’re lucky I tolerate you at all, always going over there and seeing me. These homophobic girls would beat you up if they knew. You’d probably go missing, like Winnie. I’ll bet she’s six feet under…ooh! An ugly way to die.”



Broder now knew: Reba was a stripper at ‘Holly’s', a strip joint on Yonge Street. He knew where he was going that night. He stood before his class, ready to start teaching, but for the moment he just smiled at all the pretty girls smiling back at him, as well as at the prettiest one of all–frowning Reba.



*******



Mr. Broder showed up at ‘Holly’s’ around ten o’clock that night. He sat at the tip rail, causing Connie, also there, to sneak away and hide in the back. Ignoring the not-so-attractive older woman spreading her legs onstage, he impatiently waited for Reba. The older woman finished her floorshow and left, then the DJ played ‘Dig It’, an old song by Skinny Puppy.



“And now,” the DJ announced, “let’s give a big hand for this very sexy lady: here’s…Reba.”



Broder and Connie had bigger grins on their faces than all the other customers combined.



Oh, why’d you have to come here tonight, Broder? Connie wondered. I wanna see Reba up at the front; you’re ruining my fun.



Reba came on the stage in a black evening gown and high heels. Her face was made up like a Goth girl: black lipstick, dark eyeshadow, thick black mascara, eyeliner, and eyebrow pencil, and white powder all over her face. She was the sexiest zombie he’d ever seen, moving sinuously all over the stage. He watched her with rapt attention, but she, apparently stoned, hadn’t noticed him…yet.



She removed her dress at the end of her first song, revealing a black lace bra and thong. All the customers cheered, Broder and Connie being the loudest. It was now that Reba noticed him. Indeed, because she was high, she simply grinned and giggled at the situation, instead of feeling hugely embarrassed.



Oh God, she thought; my teacher’s gonna see me naked in a minute. Hope he likes my undies.



Indeed, a minute into her second song, ‘Headhunter’, by Front 242, she removed her bra, revealing her small but firm breasts, with light pink areolae. He smiled at the sight of them; she giggled and waved at him.



At the end of that song, she removed her thong, revealing her soft little tuft of brown pubic hair. Again, she grinned in mild embarrassment as her teacher’s eyes roamed around her naked body, admiring her soft, white skin.



Her last song began, ‘Closer’, by Nine Inch Nails. She wrapped a black, feathery boa around her body, in part to tease the men, but also to lessen her embarrassment before Broder. She crawled around the stage, strategically letting the boa fall between her legs when she was to let him see her secret places; though the other customers got to see her pussy and asshole, he didn’t.



Connie got to see, and she was practically drooling. Oh, please Reba, she thought, let me lick you one of these nights.



The song ended, and she got off the stage, reaching for her dress. He quickly went up to her.



“Oh, please, Reba,” he begged. “Don’t cover your lovely body.”



“But sir,” she said, sitting at the side of the stage and using her arms and legs to cover her nakedness. “Haven’t you seen enough?”



“No, I haven’t, actually,” he insisted, gently taking her by the hands and slowly bringing her to her feet. “You wouldn’t let me see your vulva and anus, you naughty girl.”



“Naughty?” she giggled shyly as his eyes looked up and down her body. “Showing them is what would’ve been naughty.”



“You’re high, aren’t you?”



“Yeah,” she said. “I’m starting to peak on ecstasy, and I smoked a joint before I went onstage. It lowers my inhibitions before stripping.”



“Oh, I know all about that. Could we go into one of the VIP rooms, please?”



“Oh, OK,” she said reluctantly, and they went into one. She brought a glass of vodka and orange juice with her. He sat on a couch and she, still naked, sat on a chair facing him. She put her drink on a small table to his left. “You’re not gonna get me in trouble with the school for working here and doing dope, are you?”



“No, of course not. You could get me equally in trouble for lusting after you; but you won’t, will you?”



“No. If you’re cool with my bad girl ways, I’ll be cool with you being a perv. Deal?” She put out her hand to shake his.



“Deal.” He shook her hand.



A new song began, ‘Anarchy In the UK’, by the Sex Pistols, and she got up and started to sway her hips slowly to the music.



“Ms. Kiss would love this song,” she said. “It does nothing for me.”



He raised his hands to touch her legs.



Stopping his hands, she said, “No, no touching. I can touch you, but you don’t touch me, OK?”



“OK,” he sighed in disappointment. She slowly turned around, and he admired her soft, small, round buttocks. She spread her legs out wide and bent over; finally, he got to see her pretty pink pussy, with very little hair around it. Disliking hairy girls, he was pleased. Though she didn’t know it was showing (as she hadn’t known onstage), her pretty, puckered, beige asshole was gloriously exposed, too. Having an appetite for anal sex and anilingus, Broder was delighted. Had she known what he wanted to do with that second hole, she would have been careful never to let him see it; but there it was, vulnerably displayed.



Looking back in his eyes from between her legs, and not believing she was high enough to go along with flashing for her chemistry teacher, she stretched her labia out wide to open her vagina for him. As she was occupied with this, she hadn’t noticed him drop a small white pill into her drink. It quickly dissolved and became invisible.



She sat on his lap and began rubbing her soft, smooth buttocks against his rock-hard erection. As she continued grinding on his cock, she reached over for her drink. She took a big gulp: he was glad, for he knew his drugs took effect quickly.



“Eww,” she said. “This tastes a little weird.” Nonetheless, she gulped down the last of it, put the glass back on the side table and continued her grinding.



The tingling of the ecstasy, already at its peak, was now augmented by the new drug, which gave her a euphoria that made E seem like placebos. The dim lights glowed with vivid colours; she felt an electrified thrill shoot through her body. It also seemed as though her ego was dissolving, and becoming almost indistinguishable from his, causing her to feel a deep, empathetic love for him. What an amazing high!



She was grinning in a way that, had she been sober, would have made the soreness in her cheeks unbearable. She looked back at her teacher with spaced-out, but loving eyes. He reached over to touch her tits.



“How do you feel?” he asked, confidently cupping her breasts in his hands.



“Amazing,” she sighed. “Do my breasts…feel good? Do you like…how soft…they are?”



“Oh, yes,” he grunted, gyrating his thighs in rhythm to her grinding. He put his right hand on her pussy, tickling her hard clitoris with his index finger and sliding his long finger in her wet cunt. She sighed with pleasure.



“Do you…like how…my pussy feels? Oh!”



“Yeah, it feels wonderful.” His finger reached for her G-spot. Finding it, he tickled her there.



“Ah!” she squealed. His fingers felt much better than her own very capable masturbating, though she couldn’t imagine how her dorky old teacher could feel her up so expertly.



“Are you still afraid about getting in trouble at school?” he asked in grunts.



“No, sir…I trust you…Oh!…You’re so great…Ah!”



“What are you afraid of?”



“Oh, being buried alive. I’ve seen…a few horror movies…where that happens. Scary shit…Oh!”



“I see.” He kept tickling her clit; she was approaching orgasm.



She looked back in his eyes, trying to regain some sense of lucidity, for she knew she was way too high for her own good. She asked, “What…do you think…ever happened…to Winnie Smits? Ah!”



Looking away from her and frowning slightly, he said, “I don’t know. I guess she’s dead.”



“Yeah…Murdered and buried…But not…buried alive, I hope. Oh!” She came, soaking his fingers.



He brought his come-covered fingers up to his mouth, and sucked and licked them clean. “Mmm, tasty,” he said.



She got up, turned around, and sat on his lap again, facing him. “That felt…fucking great. Thank you, sir.”



“You love me, don’t you?” he asked.



Influenced by her augmented high, she sighed, “Yes, sir. I love you.”



“You love me, and I love you.” He looked hard in her eyes.



“I love you, and you love me,” she said with willing obedience.



“You love me, and I love you,” he repeated.



“I love you, and you love me.”



“You love me, and I love you.”



“I love you, and you love me.”



“Good,” he said, then they got up. He paid her for the lap dances and left.



A half hour after he was gone, she finally came down from her high. The ecstasy high was also wearing off. At the end of the night, she got a ride home from a friend stripper. As she sat in the car, she thought about what had happened.



Was I ever high! she thought; I can’t believe I actually let him feel me up and masturbate me. He has good hands, I’ll give him that. That must have been the most powerful ecstasy ever made. Normally I make a conscious effort not to lose control, but I just couldn’t that time!



She arrived at her home, and got out of the car.



I don’t know how much longer I can get away with stripping before my parents find out, she thought; I’m still doing it, though, even though I know they’d never approve. The money’s great, I get to get high all the time, and I like being a bad girl. My school will never approve of my working in ‘Holly’s', of course, and that could be a big problem. What if Broder tells everyone? It could ruin my future. I’ve gotta think of a way not to let that happen. They’ll be on his side if I tell them he felt me up there. They always stand by their teachers, those authoritarian cunts! I’ll have to give him sexual favours to keep him quiet: ugh!



********



The next day, when chemistry class ended, she saw a few smiling pretty girls leave, cheerfully saying goodbye to Mr. Broder. Then Reba was all alone with him. She sat at a chair next to his desk, where he was sitting and writing.



Nervous and frowning, she asked, “Well, what do you want me to do?”



“What?” he asked, as though the night before hadn’t happened. Absorbed with his writing, he didn’t even look at her.



“You know what I mean, don’t make me say it. What do you want me to do so you won’t tell everybody about last night?”



“I told you, he said calmly, still writing. “I won’t tell anyone.”



“How can I know for sure you’ll keep your promise? My future’s at stake.” She was on the verge of tears.



“Here,” he said, holding a plate of cookies. “Have one. They’re real tasty.”



“OK,” she said, taking one and biting off a big chunk. “How can I be sure you really won’t tell anybody?”



“Because it’s in my interests not to have anyone know about my being in ‘Holly’s', either. I could get in trouble, too.”



“With your reputation, never.” She ate the rest of the cookie. “They’d never believe me if I accused you. You teachers have…too much…power.” Everything she saw soon became bright and shiny, with vivid colours. She quickly found herself in a dreamlike state, her identity and his being difficult to differentiate.



“Get up, go over and lock the door, sweetie,” he said gently.



Enjoying the high, she did as she was told, even gladly, then went back and sat down, smiling in adoration of him.



“There’s nothing to be afraid of, sweetheart,” he said, caressing her cheek. “You know I love you.”



“Yes, sir,” she said, grinning. “You love me.” Electric tingling was taking over her again, better than any ecstasy.



“Now, let me see that pretty body of yours again, sweetie. Take all your clothes off.”



“Yes, sir.” She began unbuttoning her white uniform blouse.



“There’s a good girl.” He smiled a loving, avuncular grin. “There’s no fear, no hurt, no pain here. Just love.”



“Just love, sir.” In her white lace bra now, she undid her plaid uniform skirt and dropped it on the floor, revealing her white panties.



“Lovely,” he said, ogling her underwear. “Continue undressing.”



She took off her shoes and socks, then her bra, and finally she slipped out of her panties. She now stood completely naked before him.



“What a beautiful body you have, sweetie,” he said, sighing as he looked at her breasts and pubic hair.



“Thank you, sir,” she said, grinning from ear to ear and giggling.



“Turn around for me.”



She did, and when her buttocks were facing him, he told her to stop, spread her legs, and bend over. She did as she was told.



Looking back at him upside-down from between her legs, she was displaying her asshole and pussy for him. He spread her buttocks wider, opening her anus for a better look.

“Last night I didn’t get a good chance to see your pretty anus, sweetie, so I’m checking it out now,” he said, gently sliding his index finger an inch or so inside. “Very clean, immaculate even.”



“I just came from the shower in PE class. I don’t like to stink down there,” she said.



“Good. Now, sit on my lap.”



She did. He held her naked body in his arms as a father would innocently hold his daughter. He gently, slowly rocked her back and forth, and looked into her eyes.



“You will forget everything we’ve been doing here, from when I told you to lock the door, until after you’re dressed and you’re leaving the room. Understand?” he asked.



“Yes, sir,” she said, still smiling, in a kind of hypnosis.



“You will come to my home tonight for dinner,” he went on, giving her his address on a scrap piece of paper. “You’ll eat a wonderful meal there. You’ll tell your parents you’re going to a sleep-over party with some of your female classmates, with whom you’ll be studying, so you’ll say. Wear your school uniform: I like it.”



“Yes, sir.”



“You let me touch you in ‘Holly’s’ because you like me to touch you. You’re naked with me now because you like to take your clothes off for me.”



“I-I do?” she asked in slurred words.



“Yes, of course. You love me. You’ve always been in love with me.”



“I love you, sir.”



“Yes. You love me, and I love you. Say it,” he commanded.



“You love me, and I love you.”



“You love me, and I love you.”



“You love me, and I love you,” she repeated again.



“You love me, and I love you.”



“You love me, and I love you.”



“Good,” he said. “Now put your clothes back on and leave. As you walk out the door, you’ll slowly regain your ability to control yourself (except for coming to my home tonight), and you’ll again be aware of what’s happening.”



“Yes, sir,” she said, then reached for her panties.



Just as he instructed, she got dressed and left the classroom, surprised to ‘learn’ that the door was locked.



*******



On the bus that night on her way to Bing’s house, Reba thought hard till her brain hurt trying to remember what had happened in his classroom that afternoon.



I was high, real fuckin’ high! she thought. A buzz just like last night’s. My cheeks are still sore from smiling. That cookie he gave me: it must have been drugged! I finished coming down from the high only an hour ago or so. He must have drugged me last night, too; put a pill in my drink when I wasn’t looking. The bastard! Yet, I ‘love’ him, I really do feel like I’m in love with him. Why? It must have been the drugs. The drugs must also be why I feel compelled to go to his home tonight. If only I could remember what he did with me, said to me, when I was high in his classroom. He must have taken advantage of me, undressed me, felt me up. I vaguely, ever so vaguely, sense that that’s what he did. Did he…put his finger in my butt? Eww! As I’m with him in his home, I’ve got to fight whatever high he gives me. I can fight any drugs, even the toughest. But his are different. If only I could openly, bodily resist him: he seems to have my brain programmed to do his bidding.



She got off the bus two blocks from his house, and noticed about a dozen other girls in Catholic school uniforms walking in the direction she was going in. As she got closer to them, she noticed they were all girls from her school! All in grade twelve, all pretty, and all grinning, as if they’d just eaten his dope cookies. Now she was scared. Still, she felt compelled to go with the others to his house, as hard as she fought in her mind to resist. By resisting, all she was giving herself, though, was a splitting headache.



They reached his front porch, and a curvy, buxom blonde rang the doorbell. Bing, in a black tuxedo, opened the door, and all the girls quietly went inside.



They all went into his dining room, where a sumptuous feast was prepared. All the girls found chairs at the sides of the long table and sat down. Broder sat at one end of the table, Reba at the other.



“Let’s all welcome Reba Lyon to our group,” he said, holding up a glass of water in a toast to her.



“Welcome, Reba,” all the grinning girls intoned almost mechanically.



“Uh, hi,” she said, faking a smile badly.



“Just a few more dishes have to be served, then you can all eat.”



“You’re not eating, sir?” Reba asked.



“I already ate earlier tonight. This food is all for you,” he said.



Of course, she thought; It’s all drugged. She held her tongue, though, for fear that revealing what she knew about his schemes, she’d be putting herself in danger.



A naked servant came into the dining room and put a plate of roast lamb on the table; Reba’s eyes almost popped out of her head to see the fair-skinned nakedness of the servant, a girl of about 21 or 22 years of age, with a now predictably drug-induced smile, and hair dyed crimson red. She had heavy makeup on that seemed to disguise her identity; all the same, Reba thought she looked vaguely familiar.



Strangely, the other girls weren’t at all shocked to see this beautiful naked servant, who had a curvy body, almost pale skin, large breasts, and a shaved pussy. Reba assumed the other girls were all too stoned to care. Everyone began eating; everyone, that is, except Reba.



“Reba?” he asked. “Aren’t you hungry?”



Afraid there would be consequences if she rudely refused to eat, and still feeling strangely compelled to pick up her knife and fork, she slowly began to eat with the others.



I can fight a high, she thought as she cautiously chewed. I can control myself when stoned; I’ve done it before, I can do it again. I can fight even the most intense highs. I’ll pretend to be one of his girls, to know what he’s up to, but I’ll never really be one of them. He’ll never…get into my…head. Tomorrow, I’ll involve…the police…



After dinner, everyone went into his large guest room. The naked servant gave each girl a glass of wine from a tray. Everyone drank, including an increasingly weak-willed Reba. The high was now even more potent. Only Mr. Broder wasn’t high, of course.



Fight the high, she thought in her wooziness. Fight…it…



“OK,” he announced from his chair at the end of the room opposite the girls. “Who would like to please me first?”



All the girls, even Reba, raised their hands and shouted enthusiastically to have the honour of being the first one. Broder chose one particularly loud girl, a busty brunette. She quickly went up to stand before him at his chair.



“Tiffany,” he said. “Let’s see that beautiful body of yours.”



Giggling, she began to undress. Off went her white uniform blouse and miniskirt to reveal her white bra and panties. She blushed a bit, but the high of the drug–causing her and all the other girls to see bright, vivid colours, ‘breathing’ walls and furniture, and geometrical patterns on everything–had put her in such a blissful, nirvanic state that she’d happily do anything for her beloved and loving teacher.



She removed her black dress shoes and knee-high socks, then timidly unclipped her bra, showing off her large, delicious tits. The bra fell to the floor, then she slid out of her panties to reveal her freshly-shaved pubic region. With the panties draping her ankles, she pulled her bare feet through the leg-holes and kicked her underwear aside. She was now standing completely naked before everyone.



“Good,” he said, looking up and down at her tanned body, as were all the other girls. “You shaved off that excessive pubic hair, as I’d asked you to do.”



“Yes, sir,” she said, looking down at herself and back up at him with anxious eyes. “I wanted to please you: do you like this better?”



“Yes,” he said. “Much better, so far. But did you shave all the hair off, including what surrounded your vulva and anus?”



“Yes, sir. Tanya helped me.” Tanya, a redhead standing at the back, nodded in agreement.



“Turn around and bend over, sweetheart. Let me see. Spread your legs out wide.”



She obeyed him without hesitation. Looking back at him upside-down from between her wide-open legs, she was even more anxious about whether he liked what he saw or not. He put his hands on her buttocks and pushed them out wide, opening her vagina and anus to get a better look. There wasn’t an unshaven pubic hair to be seen anywhere on her.



He smiled in approval; she sighed with relief.



“Sit on my lap, sweetie,” he said gently. She did. “I remember how you cried a week ago after knowing that I didn’t like all that hair. But it’s all better now, isn’t it?” He smiled and cuddled with her.



“Yes, sir,” she giggled, thrilled that he was pleased, and that she could feel his bulging erection poking through his pants under her behind, proving that he meant what he said.



“Do you feel how happy you’ve made him?” he asked.



“Yes, sir,” she giggled. A tear ran down her cheek. “He’s very happy down there.”



“Why don’t you get up, sweetie, turn around, bend over and spread your legs so all the girls can see how beautiful you are? Go on, don’t be shy: this is your moment of pride.”



“OK.” Grinning, she she stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed all the girls her pussy and asshole, as she’d shown him.



“Doesn’t she look beautiful naked, girls?” he asked them.



“Yes,” the girls sighed.



“Doesn’t she make you all want to make love with her?” he asked.



“Yes,” the girls moaned in lesbian unison.



“You all enjoy lesbian sex with each other, don’t you?”



“Yes,” they said, including Reba, amazingly.



Indeed, all the girls, even Reba, gazed on Tiffany’s holes with admiration, though in the back of Reba’s mind, she couldn’t understand why she wasn’t grossed out by Tiffany’s immodest display. Reba, as did the other girls, even felt lesbian cravings for Tiffany. Did Broder’s mere words have that much power over them?



Are Broder’s drugs making me horny for girls? Reba thought. He must have drugged me last night at ‘Holly’s': why else would I, even when stoned on just ecstasy and pot, have allowed him to feel me up? That’s how he made me come! I would never have come had he fingered me without drugging me. I see the other girls are salivating and licking their lips at the sight of Tiffany’s body; it’s obviously his drugs in our food that’s making them do that. He must have been feeding the other girls in our class his dope cookies: I’m one of his newest recruits. I’ve got to fight this high…fight this high…



“OK, Tiffany,” he said. “That will be all for now. You can go upstairs to my bedroom and wait for us. Masturbate while you’re waiting, and when the other girls join you up there, one by one, make love with them till I arrive.”



“Yes, sir,” she said, then straightened up. He gently spanked her on the behind as she walked away, making her giggle with excitement.



“Who will be next?” he asked.



“Me! Me!” all the girls shouted, even Reba, though she was less enthusiastic. Her efforts at resistance were giving her worse and worse migraines.



“Jenny,” he said, calling the buxom blonde who rang the doorbell when the girls arrived. “I’ll see your body now.”



Jenny hurried over to him and immediately began undressing, swaying her hips and smiling like Salome as she unbuttoned her uniform blouse.



“I like your attitude, Jenny,” he said, his grin mirroring hers. “You like to get naked for me, don’t you?”



“Yes, I do,” she said with a lewd smirk and a giggle.



The blouse came off, displaying a light blue lace brassiere, ornately designed with flowery patterns. It jealously cupped her large breasts like selfish, possessive hands. Her undone skirt fell to the floor, revealing her panties.



She turned around and pointed her pantied ass at his face, wiggling her bum as she took off her shoes and socks. He patted her on the bum; she giggled in response.



Now barefoot, she straightened up, turned around and unclipped her bra, pulling it off with a proud wiggle of her tits and a wide grin.



“What a pair of beauties!” he groaned.



Giggling with flattery, she pulled down her panties and stood naked before everyone, her brown pubic hair neatly trimmed for his viewing pleasure.



“OK, turn around, bend over and spread ‘em, as Tiffany did,” he said. “I need to check your holes.”



Jenny quickly did as she was told, enthusiastic about showing off to him. She held her buttocks wide open, looking back at him for the approving reaction she was confident she’d get.



“Good,” he said as he checked her candy cunt and caramel asshole, sliding his fingers in and out of both holes. “Nice and clean. Now, straighten up and let all the girls see.”



She did, and all the girls moaned and sighed in lecherous lesbian approval. Though Reba felt it too, she still couldn’t understand how his drugs could have so powerful an influence on girls who’d always been vehemently homophobic, including herself. Indeed, the only reason she tolerated Connie ogling her at ‘Holly’s’ was to get lap-dance money from her. Now, Reba sensed she would be licking pussy later on, willy-nilly, and even liking it.



Speaking of pussy-licking, Jenny then hurried upstairs to the bedroom to do just that with Tiffany. Next to undress was a short, petite brunette named Sandra.



As she began unbuttoning her blouse, Sandra had a bright grin and a twinkle in her eye as she asked Broder, “Sir, I’m having my period now: will it be anal tonight, or oral?”



“Decisions, decisions,” he said with a lecherous smirk as her blouse came off, revealing a light green bra that covered her tiny tits. “You have such a cute face, baby; and those sweet lips would feel heavenly as they caressed my phallus. But I’ll have to see what your anus looks like first, before I can choose wisely.”



“OK,” she said. In only her bra and panties now, she was taking off her shoes and socks. She quickly got out of her underwear and turned around, fearing that he wouldn’t like her practically flat chest. She spread her legs, pushed her butt out, and bent over so he could see her puckered asshole, which looked back at him, wanting a kiss. She looked back at him anxiously from around her right shoulder as he opened her dark brown anus and fingered it. “Do you like it, sir?”



Admiring the ring’s puckered wrinkles, he said, “Yes, I will enjoy going inside there.”



“Thank you, sir,” she said, giggling.



“Run upstairs and join the others.” She did.



He checked all the other girls in the same way before sending each one naked up to his bedroom to join the growing lesbian orgy. The next girl was the redhead Tanya. Then there was a black girl, then three white girls (brunettes), then two Asian girls, then a blonde girl, and finally, an hour after dinner was finished, Reba, who by now resigned herself to what she would soon do, though always keeping in mind her intention of informing the police the next day, once she’d finally come down from the high. Always fighting it, she tried to keep some residual sense of conscious awareness.



Up in the bedroom, she saw all the naked girls in pairs, in 69 positions, except the blonde girl who preceded her: she was was on all fours with her ass pointed to the door, licking the pussy of one of the Asian girls. That Asian was lying on her back on the floor, while the other Asian was sitting on her face, getting eaten out. The blonde’s pussy and asshole were on display, ready for Reba’s lips and tongue to explore; and while that residually aware part of her mind was screaming, ‘Eww! No, I’m not a lesbian!’, the stoned remainder of her brain felt drawn to those two holes…



As soon as the blonde felt Reba’s half-willing tongue taste her labia, she moaned with pleasure and pulled away from the Asian–who resumed a 69 with the other Asian–and got into a 69 of her own with Reba. Reba lay on her back on the floor, with the blonde’s ass in her face.



Ten minutes later, Mr. Broder came into the room, wearing a bathrobe. Having taken some Viagra, he had his dick perpendicular to his standing body. He surveyed the room of lesbian pairings and smiled.



Tanya was on the floor, with Tiffany’s ass in her face; Tanya was sliding her finger in and out of Tiffany’s cunt while licking her pretty brown asshole. Broder coveted that asshole, and envied Tanya’s tongue. Then he looked over at Sandra and Jenny: Sandra lay on the floor, licking Jenny’s pussy and fingering her asshole.



“Did you ever have to make up your mind?” he sang to himself as he looked back and forth among that quartet of quims. After a minute or two of consideration, he chose Tiffany and Sandra, and took them from Tanya and Jenny, who now got together in a new 69 position.



Sandra got on all fours, and Broder got on top of her, opening his robe and aiming his cock at her ass. Tiffany, taller than Sandra, got over her, putting her long legs on either side of Sandra’s tiny body. Tiffany bent over, cupping Sandra’s tiny breasts in her hands and gently kissing her neck, while Broder took a tube of anal lube from his bathrobe pocket and lubricated Sandra’s asshole and his cock, then slid it in, slowly and carefully. As he fucked her ass, he licked Tiffany’s asshole and pussy.



“But sir,” Tiffany sighed as she felt his tongue vibrate against the wrinkles of her anus. “That’s where the poo comes out.” She then giggled.



“That’s right, sweetheart,” he said. “And I want to worship it, because it’s way too pretty for poo.”



She giggled again, and resumed kissing Sandra’s neck.



His tongue slithered all over both of Tiffany’s holes, tickling the wrinkles on her asshole and flickering against her labia. His lips hugged each labium alternately, then put his head between her legs and sucked on her hard clitoris. He licked up the growing moisture dripping from her vagina.



His cock, sliding in and out of Sandra’s tight virgin anus, throbbed with pleasure from that squeezing anal ring. She, too stoned to sense any pain, was convinced that the sensation of her gaping ass could only feel exhilarating.



Reba couldn’t believe she was actually eating out one of her classmates. Her tongue slid all over the blonde’s vulva, flickering against the hard clitoris. Sometimes she sucked on that pretty pink pebble, at other times she sucked on each of the labia alternately. What especially surprised her was when she licked and kissed the girl’s asshole.



Eww! the residually aware part of her thought. I’m actually tasting where this girl shits! I’m gonna catch some terrible disease, I’m sure. Yet, I’m getting horny! I actually like doing this. Why? This is so weird! Am I dreaming? I hope so: please, Reba, wake up fast, so I can puke in my toilet at home!



After a few more minutes of fucking Sandra’s ass and licking Tiffany, Broder opted for a change in girls. He pulled his cock out of Sandra’s ass, and had those girls eat each other while he looked over at Jenny and Tanya.



“Tanya? Jenny?” he called over to them. “Come here, girls: I’d like to enjoy you both now.”



“Yes, sir,” both girls said simultaneously, then got up and went over to him. Jenny lay on her back on the floor, and he put his cock between her soft, large breasts. Tanya stood in front of him, opening her legs and using her hands to spread her pussy lips for his tongue and lips. Jenny wrapped her tits around his cock as tightly as she could, and he slid his cock back and forth on her chest, delighting in the sensation of her breasts’ cushiony softness. His tongue danced on Tanya’s clitoris, and she sighed and squealed with excitement.



I don’t…want to let…him fuck me, thought Reba as she continued licking the blonde’s pink pussy and brown asshole. I must…regain my…self-control…



After a few minutes of fucking Jenny’s tits, Broder stood up and told Tanya to lie on the floor, with Jenny squatting over her face. As Tanya licked Jenny’s pussy and asshole, Jenny took his cock in her mouth. She kissed, licked, and sucked on his cock with a lascivious twinkle in her eyes as she looked up at him.

Moaning from the sweet feeling of Tanya’s sizzling tongue, Jenny rocked her head back and forth on his cock faster and faster, and held his balls in her hand, gently shaking them and ticking his scrotum with her fingertips. She always looked up into his eyes, her face telling him how much she enjoyed her sweet submission to his will.



When he was about to come, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, then rained his come all over her nose, her right eye, her left cheek, her lips, and her tongue. Always moaning from the licking she was getting from Tanya, Jenny looked up at her master and smiled as his come dripped down her face.



He didn’t need to wait long for the Viagra to make his cock hard again, and he got down on top of Tanya, sliding his hard-on inside her delicious ginger pussy. Jenny left the room to wash her face in the bathroom.



The blonde licking Reba’s pussy was getting her so hot that she had difficulty concentrating on regaining her will. Her labia were swollen with pleasure, her clit was rock-hard, and her vagina felt like a phial full of liquid. She was within a minute of coming.



She was, in spite of herself, frantically and enthusiastically licking the blonde’s pussy, her tongue paying no attention to how sore it felt from exhaustion. She was sliding her finger deep inside the blonde’s asshole, and was as surprised with the lack of shit on her finger as she was with the very fact that she had her finger in there.



He must…tell these girls…to clean themselves…thoroughly, she thought as she kept on tirelessly licking, her tongue seeming to have a mind of its own.



Finally, she orgasmed, screaming out loud; the blonde greedily lapped up her ooze. Then the blonde ejaculated a few seconds later, her come splashing all over Reba’s face like a few squirts from a hose.



Gross! Reba thought, though the doped-up part of her mind liked it. The blonde got off of Reba and saw that the black girl was available for sex. As those two girls got together, Reba got up and went straight for the bedroom door, in search of the bathroom.



In the hall on the way to the bathroom, Reba saw Jenny returning. She put her arms around Reba and bent down to suck on her tits. When she got her lips around Reba’s left nipple, Reba sighed briefly from the pleasure of that expert mouth. Still, she wanted to wash the come off her face, her slowed-down reaction time from the drugs delaying her stopping of sucking Jenny.



“Sorry, Jenny,” she sighed. “I gotta wash…this come off…my face. I’ll join you…in there…in a minute, OK?”



“OK,” Jenny said, then straightened up and returned to the bedroom.



Reba quickly found the bathroom, went in, and cleaned her face. When she went back out into the hall, she thought, Sorry, Jenny, I’m not doing any more dyke stuff tonight. Because of her headache-inducing resistance to Broder’s drugs, she felt herself regaining some control of her mind; and so instead of returning to the bedroom, she started to look around the rest of the house. She went downstairs, confident that Broder hadn’t noticed her absence. She soon found the entrance to the basement, and went down the stairs.



By the foot of the stairs, she saw a large table littered with chemistry implements, all the things one would have to synthesize drugs. There were pills in plastic containers, powders, and liquids in phials.



“I knew it,” she whispered in slurred syllables. “My chemistry teacher…is a real chemist, he’s making dope. He sure practices…what he teaches.”



She noticed a door at the far end of the room, but instead of satisfying her curiosity, she decided to go back up to the living room, find her clothes, get dressed and sneak out of the house before he noticed her missing.



When she got back up to the ground floor, she noticed it was much quieter than before: no more of the moaning, squealing, or sighs of sex. With the way that the drugs seemed to slow down time, she figured she must have been tripping out in the basement much longer than she thought she had.



All the lights were off, too; even the upstairs hallway light, which had been on when she went to the bathroom to wash her face, was now off. She approached the stairs to listen, faintly making out whispering and snoring sounds.



I’ll get my clothes in a minute, she thought; I wanna know what’s going on up there.



Her eyes barely adjusting to the dark, she slowly crept up the stairs, hoping Broder hadn’t noticed she was missing. When she got to his bedroom, she found no one in it, not even him sleeping in his bed. Those whispering voices were more distinct now: they all sounded like his voice, but many voices whispering at the same time.



Is it the drugs making me think he’s speaking with three or four voices? she thought. The source of the voices were coming from other rooms on the second floor. She crept over to one of them and slowly opened it as quietly as she could.



She saw six of the girls lying fast asleep, and though she heard his voice, she didn’t see him anywhere in the room. She looked around, and correctly surmised that a recording of his voice was saying things for the girls to hear while they were sleeping.



“You love me, and I love you,” his voice said softly from speakers on a wall by the girls’ heads. “You’ll happily do anything I want, for what I want is to love you and make you happy. Sex with me is sheer bliss, the highest happiness. Any kind of sex–oral, anal, or vaginal–will thrill you as much as it thrills me. You always enjoy sex with me, and with each other, right up to orgasm. You’re always willing to share me with each other: there’s no jealousy here. You always feel good with me. You enjoy showing your beautiful bodies to me and to each other, even showing your secret places…especially your secret places!”



You sick bastard, she thought. Still trying to fight off the effects of the drugs, she was making more progress. You poor girls, she thought, exploited by this creep, and you don’t even know it; and I almost became one of you.



She closed the door carefully so as not to make a noise, then looked around the hall for any sign of Broder. Her eyes were better adjusted to the darkness, and luckily, she didn’t see his silhouette anywhere. Still, fear crept into her mind: if he wasn’t in bed sleeping, as the girls were, where was he? Did he know she was creeping about? If he did, why hadn’t he caught her yet? Was he toying with her? Did he want to play games of psychological terror with her, to scare her with suspense before catching her? She had no idea where he was, or what he was doing.



She did, however, hear his voice coming from at least two other rooms. She crept over to the room next to the one she’d just looked into. She put her head to the door and listened: another recording, she correctly assumed, of his voice was giving the five remaining girls their ‘instructions’ for the next day.



“You will forget everything we did here tonight,” the voice said. “You’ll forget my servant. As soon as you leave my home, you’ll forget everything. Just as with every visit you’ve made here before, you’ll tell your parents you were sleeping over at a friend’s house. You’ll drug your parents’ food tomorrow night with pills I’ll give you, and while your moms and dads are high, you’ll tell them to accept your ‘sleeping over story’ as true, believing it yourselves, for you won’t be conscious of the story as a lie. This way, no one will be suspicious; after all, your parents would never understand our love for each other.”



Bastard, she thought. She went over to a third bedroom and slowly opened the door. The naked servant slept there, and Broder’s recorded voice was telling the servant never to leave his house or to be curious about the outside. “Remember,” his voice said. “Bugs, bugs are everywhere out there, waiting to crawl all over your body and eat you alive. No one outside must see you, for they’ll drag your naked body out to be exposed to the bugs. No one will sympathize with you: only I can protect you. Only I truly love you.”



He’s keeping her…for a slave! Reba thought. Then, in her still half stupor, she remembered that she still hadn’t seen him anywhere up there! If those whispering voices were all recordings, then he certainly wasn’t even in the second room, where she hadn’t looked in. He wasn’t in his bedroom. He was still up and about, as Reba was.



He must know I’m missing, she thought. Surely he would have noticed that I wasn’t sleeping with the other girls. I’m his newest catch: he’d be most mindful of me. But where is he?



Suddenly the bathroom toilet was flushed. Assuming it was him in the bathroom, she hurried over to the stairs, hoping not to bump into anything in the enveloping darkness. She hurried down the stairs, getting enough light from the living room windows that she didn’t slip and fall.



Feeling her way into the living room, she tried to find her uniform on the floor. Her feet felt piles of clothes, but in the dark it was impossible to find hers. She didn’t dare turn on a light for fear of him knowing she was there. She picked up a pile of clothes and brought them to the window, hoping to be able to find hers in the dim light shining in from outside.



She brought pile after pile of clothes to the window, not wanting to exclude any, but always careful not to bring her body to the light. At one point, though, she hit her shin against a coffee table with a loud thud.



“Oww!” she grunted, then froze in terror: did he hear her?



Frantically, she fished through the piles of clothes to find her bra and panties. Everything looked about the same, though, not just the uniforms, but the dark socks, too, and it was hard to differentiate the colours of the underwear in the dim light. In spite of her euphoric high, she wanted to sob in despair.



She heard a creaking noise, not made by her. She froze again: he must have known she was there! She was in a dark corner, away from the window, so her body wouldn’t be seen even though she could see the clothes there. But he had to have noticed the shuffling of the clothes.



She gave up on the foolish and frustrating task of trying to find her own clothes, and instead simply opted to steal another girl’s, put them on, and get out fast. So she randomly grabbed a pair of panties, and was about to put them on when she felt a hand holding a wet, drugged cloth pushed against her face. The cloth smelled of medicine: another hand held her torso firmly against the torso behind her; she squealed muffled screams, and tried to kick and fight her way free, but the drug worked fast, and she was unconscious within seconds…



She woke up, still naked, gagged, and tied to a chair in a dark, dungeon-like room. She seemed to be in the basement again, but the table with the drugs wasn’t there.



Broder, still in his bathrobe, and his Viagra erection poking a comical bulge out front, had a needle in his hand, getting it ready to give her a shot.



She was still a little woozy from the drugs of dinner, but she was conscious enough to know she was in terrible danger. She squealed unintelligibly for help, and fidgeted in her chair, which was bolted to the floor. He poked the needle in her arm and gave her the shot. It took effect within seconds, sedating her to the point of total disorientation.



She felt as though time were slowing down even more than from the original high. She vaguely felt herself being untied and made to stand up and walk into another room. The darkness now seemed exaggerated, like an infinite void: except for a dim glow of light directly ahead of her, like a thin rectangle going straight up and down, all was pitch black around her. In her stupor, she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or awake. She seemed to be lying on her back on a wooden plank, with wooden planks close on either side of her.



“W-where am I?” she asked in slurred words.



“You’re with me,” Broder said. “You were a naughty girl, wandering off like that and finding my lab.”



“Y-you’re the…bad one,” she slurred. “Rapist.”



“Rapist?” he said. “Nonsense. The girls loved the sex. So did you.”



“You drugged us. Bastard. There was…no consent.”



“There’s age of consent. You’re all eighteen years old. I know: I checked all your school records. In fact, all the boys and girls in grade twelve in our school had turned eighteen as of last month, by a lucky fluke. Rest assured, there’s no statutory rape going on in this house.” He put a laptop computer in front of her, ready to turn it on and show her a video of something.



“It’s rape, even if…we’re old enough. You drugged us!”



“Maybe in drugging you, I helped you find your real selves,” he rationalized, turning on the computer. “I connected you girls with Brahman, the World Spirit of which we’re each a part. My drug synthesis combines elements of ecstasy, LSD, mescalin, aphrodisiacs, and a host of other things in a most original combination of mine. It lubricates your vaginas and anal areas, and gives you clitoral erections. It also gives you the highest happiness, a truly mystical experience. All I did was to make you girls feel good. What’s wrong with that? In your nirvanic bliss, nothing matters: everything’s allowed, even sex.”



“Bullshit!” she shouted. “You’re scum, Mr. Broder.”



“Broder? That’s not my real name. I’m just plain old John Dickey from Nebraska. I tried giving my pretty female students in a high school there the same mind-altering experience, but I got caught, and had to flee the US. I settled here and changed by name to Bing Broder–I like Bing Crosby’s music, and I chose a Jewish surname as part of a phoney life history, that of a Jewish convert to Catholicism, to throw the American police off the scent.”



“They’ll catch you.”



“No, they won’t.” He clicked on an icon to get a video for Reba to watch. He had it on pause, ready to play.



“They’ll catch you…I’ll tell…you won’t keep me here…I’ve fought…off your drugs…I can fight…off anything…I’ll fight off…anything else…you give me.”



“You won’t fight off this,” he said, then clicked PLAY. The video began.



Reba tried to focus to recognize the naked, screaming, sobbing girl on the computer screen. She had brown hair, large breasts, wispy brown pubic hair, and a slightly tanned body.



“Remember her?” he asked.



“Is that…?” Reba began, her eyes widening and her hair, as it were, standing on end when she knew who.



“Yes,” he said. “Winnie Smits. This was filmed about three years ago, right on the night she–18 and about to graduate, as you girls here all are–went missing. I’m afraid the same will have to happen to you, my dear.”



“You won’t…get away…with this.”



“Yes, I will. When I’m done twisting your mind, you’ll want me to. You see, I can’t let you leave this house; it’s too dangerous–after all, you know too much, as Winnie does.”



In the video, weeping Winnie kept quickly, frantically kicking, fidgeting, and brushing her hands on her arms, breasts, and body, as if trying to get something off her nakedness, though nothing was actually there.



“She was as heavily drugged as you are,” he explained. “She once told me her deepest fear, insects. I always ask my girls what their deepest fears are, in case any of them, like you and Winnie, try to resist my pleasure-inducing drugs. If pleasure won’t make you compliant, I’m then forced to resort to fear.



“Extreme states of euphoria and terror can make the mind more susceptible to manipulation, as Aldous Huxley explained in the revisiting of his dystopian novel. I’m sure your English teacher, Ms. Kiss, explained all that in detail in one of your classes, though you probably weren’t listening at the time.



“My drugs can do both: induce fear and bliss. You and Winnie resisted the bliss; you won’t be able to resist the fear. She couldn’t, as you can see. She was convinced by my drugs that armies of cockroaches and fire ants and crawling all over her body, biting her.”



“I’ll resist,” Reba said weakly, shivering in horror all the same.



“We’ll see,” he said; then Reba saw him close a door, or wooden plank, over that dimly glowing rectangular light that had been in front of her. Now, all was infinitely black around her. She heard hammering noises, the sound of nails being driven in the wood by her head, then by either side of her torso, then by her feet. After that, she heard the sound of dirt being thrown on the wood in front of her, some of it slipping through the cracks and dropping on her face and body. Was she being buried alive?



“Help!” she screamed. “Please! No!” She banged her fists and kicked at the wooden plank before her, but she was far too weak to break even the slightest hole in the wood.



“Will you comply?” he asked. She no longer heard dirt hitting the wood.



“Yes! I’ll be good! You’ll see! I’ll be one…of your girls! I’ll let you…fuck me…whenever you want! Just don’t…bury me alive!” She said this, though in her mind, she would still try to resist his drugs…once he got her out and when her fear subsided, of course.



“How can I be sure you won’t resist in the future?”



“How can I…prove I’ll keep…my promise?”



“Repeat after me: I will stay in Mr. Broder’s house.”



Almost unconsciously, she said, “I will stay…in Mr. Broder’s house.”



“I will never leave this house,” he said.



“I will never…leave this house.”



“If I leave, the bad guy will bury me alive, and leave me to die.”



“If I leave, the bad guy…will bury me alive, and leave me…to die.”



They repeated this two more times, then Broder had her say, “I love Mr. Broder.”



“I love…Mr. Broder.”



“I love Mr. Broder,” he said again.



“I love…Mr. Broder.”



“I love Mr. Broder.”



“I love…Mr. Broder,” she repeated one more time.



“He loves me,” he said.



“He loves me.”



“He loves me.”



“He loves me.”



“He loves me,” he said one more time.



“He loves me.”



“I will do whatever he wants me to do, happily and willingly.”



“I will do…whatever he wants…me to do, happily and…willingly.”



They said this two more times as well. The wooden plank in front of her was then taken off, and she came out of the coffin, which was actually standing up straight, the foot of it bolted to the floor, in the middle of another dark room in his basement.



She came out in his arms, bawling and shaking in terror. He held her shaking naked body, stroking her hair gently and kissing her on the cheek. She felt his erection poking through his bathrobe against her stomach; she enjoyed the feeling.



“There there, baby,” he said soothingly. “It’s all over. I saved you.”



“Y-you did?” she asked in sobs, confused in her stupor and disorientation as to what had actually just happened.



“Yes. A bad guy tried to kill you, but I stopped him, because I love you.”



“You do?”



“Yes, of course I do.” He kissed her teary cheek. “But the bad man is outside this house, waiting to get you, so you mustn’t go outside, OK?”



“OK.”



“Let’s make love, sweetie.”



“Yes, sir,” she said, grinning up at him in ecstasy.



He led her out of the basement, up two flights of stairs, and into a spare bedroom on the third floor of the house, out of earshot of the sleeping girls on the second floor. They were still having recorded messages of his voice telling them what they had to do the next day, and during future visits.



Now that Reba’s terror had subsided, she tried to regain a sense of orientation. There was something she had to do…what? He lay on the bed on his back, pulling his bathrobe open a little to expose his full erection.



Though part of her was disgusted at the sight of her middle-aged teacher’s cock, the influence of the drugs made it impossible to resist him physically; furthermore, a large part of her mind eagerly, inexplicably wanted that hot rod pumping in her already soaking wet pussy! She got on the bed, and slowly sat on his cock.

PT 3: Holiday Party



Viola Jean slowly rolled her nylons on her smooth and supple legs. She had spent 30 dollars on the single pair of thigh highs just for tonight’s occasion. She attached the nylons to the garter belt Patrick had bought for her a few months ago. She smiled as she thought about how he presented it to her.



“I got you something that will make it easier for me to have access to you.” Patrick told her as he handed her a dainty purple shopping bag.



Viola pulled the black garter belt out of the bag. She admired the delicate lace stitched on the lingerie.



“I don’t wear garters, I like regular pantyhose.”



“Yes but, now I can just bend you over my desk and move your panties to one side and fuck that tight little body of yours without have to pull down your pantyhose. Easy access.” He smiled “The whole process will be more efficient.”



Viola didn’t argue with logic. Since then, she began buying more garter belts, the sexier look not only pleased Patrick but her husband Michael as well. He looked forward to her dressing and undressing herself watching and her as she paid attention to every curve and fold of her body.



It was the holiday gala that her job splurged on every year. Plaza hotel, lavish free food, open bar, and chances to mingle with the firm’s clients, investors and big wigs. Viola got excited every year because it gave her an opportunity dress her family up and show them off to the firm. She had slid herself into a black gown she found at the New York Opera Thrift Store a few weeks ago. Although the gown hugged her petite curves the length of the dress would be fit for a woman that stood 5′ 8″ not 4’11″. Viola rushed the gown to her tailor and had him shorten the gown and alter it by having him slit the dress to her mid-thigh. She decided she would put on her favorite black suede pumps. As she wiggled her foot into the shoe she noticed her husband enter the bedroom, he was fresh out the shower. She gave his muscular body a once over. His skin was the color of cedar, aged but firm from regular exercise. They locked eyes and smiled at one another.



“Well you look good enough to eat.” Michael said.



“Thank you and I’m sure I will be able to say the same able you in fifteen minutes.”



Viola brushed past him attempting to head to the bathroom. He gently grasped her forearm and pulled her towards him.



“Where do you think you’re going? I said ‘you look good enough to eat.’ And I’m hungry.” he said smiling slyly. She looked into her husband’s light brown eyes. She could see the ring of fire in them; it was the only thing he got from his dad besides his name. She giggled as he started kissing her face.



“Let’s go to the bathroom so I can touch up my hair and do my makeup afterwards.” She whispered and he made a trail of kisses along her throat. She moaned as he nibbled her collarbone.



They quickly headed to the bathroom.



“I hope you boys are getting dressed!” She called to their sons.



Viola Jean hopped up on the bathroom counter which Michael recently installed. It was built to hold up to 200 pounds which was way more than her weight. Michael carefully moved the dress out of the way so that they wouldn’t ruin it. He snapped the garters against her thighs causing Viola to laugh at the sudden pinch.



“I can’t wait to get your sexy ass home tonight and slide my dick in you.” he growled while kneeling before Viola.



He pulled her all the way to the edge of the counter. He could smell a mixture her coconut scented lotion mixing with the smell of her aroused sex. She was wearing the black thong he had picked out for her to match the garter, which she lied about telling him that she bought it on impulse, in fact it was given to her by Patrick. He smiled at the pussy he was about to devour. Viola kept it neatly trimmed — never waxed and moisturized the most sensitive areas with baby oil. Her clit pointed straight out at him awaiting his tongue. He kissed her wetness like it was her mouth. His tongue slid slowly into her warm flesh and he lapped up her juices. Viola closed her eyes and rubbed her husband’s balding head. Patrick rarely ate her pussy, she never asked him to she figured if he wanted to he would’ve done it. She felt it was a little unfair that she would take his dick in her ass, mouth and pussy but who was she to complain when she’s in the middle of an affair. Michael licked the outer lips of her warm damp entrance and tickled her clit.



“Oh baby, that feels so good.” she moaned as she pulled his head deeper into her loins.



Michael shoved his tongue as deep as it could go into her wet crevice. He loved how his wife tasted. Mild, a bit salty, but never overpowering. Juices flowed into his mouth and it was clear she was close to her orgasm. She humped and ground her pussy into his tongue while he slurped up as much juice he could. Michael licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh. He could feel Viola’s freshly manicured nails dig into his scalp. He pumped two fingers into her sopping wet hole while kissing her thigh. He tickled her clit with his nose before shoving his tongue back into her. Viola held his head tightly against her pussy and ground herself against her husband’s mouth. Her thighs tightened around his head, squeezing his skull hard as she exploded into his mouth.



“Oh Michael!” she moaned.



Michael sucked her dry. He rose to his feet smiling at his wife as she leaned against the bathroom counter in an orgasmic afterglow.



“Shit, baby damn!” She said as she turned to look in the mirror.



Michael didn’t respond, he simply nodded, smiling as he always did after devouring her. He quickly cleaned his wife’s cum from his face as Viola fixed her hair and applied her makeup. He rushed out to get dressed. Viola smiled at what her husband had just done to her. She didn’t mind having to fix her hair after the tongue lashing Michael had just given her.



“Mom we’re ready!” She heard her son Andrew yell to her suddenly.



She joined them at the front door and admired how polished her 2 sons and husband looked. They all had on personally-tailored suits and Michael had given the boys fresh haircuts.



“You look amazing mommy.” Andrew said smiling at his mom.



Viola looked at her sweet 10 year old boy and smiled.



“I told Andrew to say that.” Chimed in her 6 year old son Daniel.



“Thank you both, my little handsome men.”



Michael had a cab waiting for them outside to take them to the city. The party started at 8pm and they arrived at 8:30pm. The ballroom at the plaza was decorated beautifully. The company had hired an actor to play Santa Clause to entertain the children at the party by handing out toys, reading stories and stuffing them full of pastries.



“Mom, can we go over there?” Andrew asked.



Viola Jean dug into her purse and handed Andrew his emergency cell phone.



“Call us for an emergency or if you just want us ok?”



Andrew nodded, grabbed his brother’s hand and headed towards Santa Clause and joined the other children.



Viola and Michael interlocked arms and began mingling with the joyous crowd. The couple made small talk with various co-workers and clients.



“Wow, what a handsome couple.” a familiar voice said behind them.



Viola turned around her eyes met Patrick’s. She blushed as she watched his eyes roam her body.



“Thank you Mr. Slater.” She smiled. “You’ve met my husband Michael.”



The men shook hands and smiled at one another.



“Your wife has been such an asset these past few months. All her hard work and overtime has really benefited us. We love her dedication.”



Michael smiled Viola. “Thanks man, I see the company has been showing their gratitude to her financially but it’s also nice to hear words of gratitude.” he turned to Viola. “I’m gonna go to the bar. Would you like anything?”



“Cranberry and Jameson.” replied Viola. Michael pecked her cheek and patted Patrick on the shoulder as he walked away.



“You look absolutely delicious Mrs. Ramsden.”



Viola blushed. “Thanks Patrick.”



A devilish grin spread across Patrick’s face. “Let’s disappear to my office and I’ll show you some more gratitude.”



“Behave yourself Patrick.” Viola kept her face stern, and scanned the crowd for her husband.



Patrick made eye contact with Viola’s dark brown eyes and moved closer to her. Her heart began to race; she could now smell his cologne a scent she had picked out for him while they shopped together at the Lord and Taylor. She was excited and nervous at the same time. Her body was flush but her dark complexion hid her emotion. The delicate thong she had on was soaking wet as she took deep inhales of Patrick’s scent.



“Do you smell the cologne you picked out for me?” is was as if he was reading her mind.



Viola nodded “Patrick please.” she pleaded with a small frown on her face.



“Ok ok I’ll stop. I don’t want you upset with me Mrs. Ramsden.”



Michael returned with Viola’s drink in hand. Patrick took it as a cue to exit.



“I hope you both have a lovely time tonight.” he said as he casually left the couple.



Viola took a large sip of her drink; half of the glass was now empty.



“Your boss seems pretty cool.”



“Well he wasn’t at first, but after I told him how rude and disrespectful he was being he changed up.” Viola lied.



Michael smiled and kissed her forehead. They found a table to sit at for dinner and their children joined them. As it got closer to dinner time everyone began to sit down. Viola looked around the table of 12 they chose and saw Trish, the redheaded temp. Viola got up and walked over to her.



“Hi Trish, I didn’t know they’d allow you to come. You look great!”



Trish had on a strapless dark green cocktail dress. Her red hair cascaded down her back in curls.



Trish smiled. “Thanks, you look nice too. I got invited, I’m Patrick’s date.”



Viola let out a nervous chuckle and caught it quickly. She flashed Trish a sweet smile.



“Really? Well I’m glad he didn’t come here alone.”



“Yeah he asked me like two days ago. I didn’t know he even had my number.”



Viola could feel the anger building up. “Neither did I.”



“See? And he tells you everything.”



“Well apparently he has secrets.” Viola tried to hide the anger in her voice. She got up and headed back to her seat. She kept her cool but inside she was burning mad. She smiled through the emotional state as they placed their orders. Patrick joined the table as soon as the waiter got to his spot. As he sat down he glanced up and into Viola Jean’s hard eyes. He could feel the anger coming out of them as he watched her pupils dance from Trish and back to him. Patrick had never seen her so angry and yet he was the only one that could see the emotion in her eyes as she grinned at the meaningless conversations around her. The food arrived and a quiet hush fell over the crowd as they started eating. Viola Jean watched as Patrick flirted with Trish. Trish giggled and hung on every word Patrick whispered to her. Her smile irritated Viola like sharp nails being dragged across a chalkboard. Viola wasn’t drunk but she did have 3 drinks in her. Michael had taken the boys back over to the children’s area.



“I thought there was a strict policy about dating within the company.” Viola said dryly.



Trish’s smile disappeared while Patrick narrowed his eyes at Viola.



“Well Mrs. Ramsden this is our first date and she does not work for the company I hired her through a temp agency.”



“Mr. Slater I just want assurance that she’s simply a date and she won’t be taking my position here with the firm. I’ve worked very hard to get where I’m at.”



Trish interrupted them. “I’m just a date Mrs. Ramsden there is no way I could ever be an executive assistant. I’ve seen your reports and I don’t think I could handle the stress.”



Viola Jean glared at Trish and allowed a smile to break across her face.



“I’m sure you could handle Mr. Slater’s workload just fine Trish. If Mr. Slater insists you’re just a date then well you must be just a date.”



Patrick continued to stare at Viola even as idle chit chat formed about the delicious dinner. Michael returned to join them. Viola greeted him smiling.



“Do you think I’ll get a dance out of you tonight?” Michael asked her.



Viola nodded and rose to her feet and headed to the dance floor with Michael following closely behind. The orchestra played slow music. Viola rested her head on her husband’s chest as they swayed to the music. She observed from afar Patrick and Trish enjoying one another’s company. Her heart broke a little as Trish formed words for Patrick to hang on with her pale pink lips. The song was over and Michael led Viola back to their table. As they sat down right in the empty chairs right next to Trish and Patrick. Viola instantly recognized the next song the orchestra began to play.



“Michael its Blue Danube!” she exclaimed.



“Viola you know I can’t waltz.”



Patrick didn’t give Viola a chance to pout. “I’ll waltz with you if it’s ok with your husband.”



“What about Trish?” Viola asked.



Trish smiled. “I don’t know how to waltz and I’m not a big fan of dancing anyway.”



Michael nodded in agreement. Patrick got up from the table, took Viola’s hand and led her back to the dance floor. They stood in the typical waltz stance. Viola tried her best not to make eye contact with Patrick as he placed his hand on the small of her back and led her in a waltz around the dance floor.



“I’m sorry Viola. I know I should’ve at least warned you. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”



Viola didn’t respond but Patrick could see she was hurt.



“Are you wondering if I have fucked her or plan on it? Cause I haven’t but I do plan on fucking her.”



They waltzed along the floor perfectly and didn’t realize some of the attendees sat down just to watch them dance.



“You waltz well Viola who taught you to dance?”



“No one, I taught myself” She responded dryly. “Michael tried to learn but he’s not too good at it. You don’t owe me an apology Patrick. I’m just a fuck for you so you can do what you want.”



“You’re not just a fuck. Fucking is what we do but I consider you a friend.”



“We didn’t become friends until after we fucked.”



Patrick frowned. “I like you a lot Viola Jean. I don’t want you to be angry with me.”



Viola lifted her head and her brown eyes, now wet from forming tears, stared back into his. Emotions were overwhelming her. Emotions she didn’t want to feel.



The music stopped and so did they. Viola Jean blinked, she could felt a tear roll down her cheek.



“Will you tell Michael I had to use the bathroom?”



Patrick nodded.



Viola Jean headed to the bathroom. She locked herself in one of the stalls and quietly sobbed. She felt guilty, confused, and heartbroken. She could picture Patrick fucking Trish, his hands roaming all over pale freckled skin as his mouth pressed against hers. The idea burned her up inside. Distracted by the feelings she was experiencing she didn’t even notice someone had come into the bathroom until they banged into one of the other stalls. She then heard a female’s giggle. When Viola Jean heard shushing, she figured it may be some intoxicated couple fooling around. She peered through the cracks of the stall. At first she couldn’t really see who it was but then she was able to see that the female was Trish. Viola already knew who her partner was but Trish had confirmed it.



“Oh Patrick!” Trish moaned as Viola could see Patrick’s head buried in Trish’s neck. He began kissing up her neck to her face and suddenly stopped.



“Patrick? What’s wrong?”



“Viola Jean said she was going to the restroom.”



“So what? She might be in a different one. She obviously she isn’t in here.”



Viola Jean quickly propped her feet up on the toilet, she knew all too well what was about to happen. Trish bent over and glanced at the floor underneath the stalls.



“No one is in here Patrick, not even your precious assistant. Now come on and slide that executive cock of yours in me.”



Viola held her breath as she slowly went back to peering position. She could see the back of Patrick; his pants were around his ankles. Viola’s eyes followed the cuts of his tense muscular legs. She could tell Trish was in front of him bent over with her dress pushed up around her waist. Viola watched Patrick pump in and out of his new fuckdoll, grunting like an animal. Viola thought she would be the only woman that could make him grunt like that. Pins and needles covered her body as the scene continued to unfold. Viola could see Trish’s reflection in the long, elegant bathroom mirror. Her peach colored face was flush and covered in a light sheen of sweat as Patrick pounded into her. Her cute face lost in passion as her pretty green eyes rolled around in her head. Viola’s hand snaked down the front of her silk chiffon gown. Stopping at her thigh where the slit began, her fingers dipped behind into the opening as if hiding behind a curtain. She stretched her index finger and tickled her clit with her fingernail. Electric shocks shot through her body. Her breathing slowed, her mouth went dry and her pussy wet. Viola couldn’t hold back any longer and plunged her fingers into her sopping hole.



Viola was angry with Patrick. How could he just fuck her? What if she’s better than me? Then she was angry with herself. She was jealous of a man who isn’t her husband fucking a woman who wasn’t her.



The erotic scene was impossible to ignore and Viola lost herself in it. She could smell Trish’s wet cunt and even hear the squishy sounds of Patrick’s cock sliding in and out of the young woman. Viola Jean’s slender fingers pumped in and out of her while rubbing her clit with vigor. She was on the edge and she could tell Patrick was close too. She watched him grasp Trish’s hips and thrust hard. He exploded into her pussy, grinding into her as he emptied himself into her tight hole. Viola pinched her clit; causing an overwhelming orgasm to rip through her body she stifled her moans. It helped that Trish was cumming at the same time and moaned loudly as if she’d been fucked well.



“Oh Patrick!!” Trish growled.



Viola Jean quietly watched the couple pull from each other. Trish giggled and smiled at Patrick and she fixed her dress and freshened up her makeup. Patrick smiled back at her. They finally left the bathroom arm and arm. Viola waited a bit till the coast was clear before exiting as well. She stepped into the walkway that led back to the ballroom. Patrick stood there smiling at her and her eyes popped open.



“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked.



Viola cleared her throat. “What are you talking about?”



“I know you were in there watching. Did you like what you saw? Curious to know how I knew you were in there?”



Viola didn’t respond.



“I smelled your perfume. It got even stronger when you came.”



He stepped closer to her, closing the distance, and buried his nose in Viola’s neck. She tried to pull away but Patrick stopped her.



“Michael took the boys home. He said he’ll see you soon for ‘dessert’.” Patrick smiled. “What’s for dessert, Mrs. Ramsden? Chocolate pudding?” His hands caressed up and down her soft toned arms. Viola trembled a little.



“I don’t do sloppy seconds, Mr. Slater.” she whispered harshly.



Patrick stared into the petite ebony’s eyes and guided her back to the bathroom. Once inside he attacked her mouth with his. Their kisses were slow, lingering, and passionate. Viola ran her hands through Patrick hair tugging at it as she bit at his lips. Patrick pulled away from her and took in the sight of her. The lighting gave her chocolate skin a golden glow. She had painted her lips a dark red for the night but besides the coloring of her lips she had little makeup on. His cock was hard but he didn’t want to fuck his ebony assistant. His eyes traveled up the slit of her dress he could her garters grasping the top of her pantyhose.

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Disclaimer



This story is both a work of both true events and fantasy. Bea is really a friend of mine and her son Steve is real too, as was his escapades of looking down my tops or up my skirts and going through my lingerie. Everything after that is purely fantasy, a “what if” as you will, if I at that point of time decided to confront Steve and what I thought I would do with him.



Everyone is over the age of 18.



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My name is Marg. I have lived next door to my best friend for the better part of 30 years. Her name is Bea. To this day, Bea and I still get together several times a week for tea and yes, the occasional cocktail… though I doubt she would want anything to do with me if she knew what happened last year between me and the youngest of her eight kids, Steve.



At the time, Steve was in his last year of high school and still living at home. I don’t know, maybe it’s because he’s the youngest of so many brothers and sisters, but Steve has always been the shy type. I wouldn’t go so far as to say he was a mama’s boy, but it seemed like he spent more time hanging out with his mother and me than he ever did with friends his own age.



I wondered for the longest time why that was, especially since he always seemed so uncomfortable at my house. Steve was always going upstairs to “use the restroom” or “stretch his legs”, leaving me and Bea in the lower part of the house. I was naturally curious what he was doing up there, but remembering what my own teenage years had been like, I respected his privacy and didn’t press him on the issue.



The pieces of the puzzle started to come together late one March night, as I was reorganizing my dresser and closet to make room for some “discrete” online purchases that had arrived that afternoon. Home for the evening, I was wearing a plain t-shirt and an old pair of grey sweatpants.



As I was looking over various thongs, bras and other undergarments, deciding if there were any I wanted to get rid of, I noticed that some of them were not where they belonged… especially my black lace, braless corset. It was attached to a pair of sheer black stockings. I never, ever leave the stockings attached after using my corset! The stockings hold up a hell of a lot better if you take care of them properly!



“Who on earth could have gone through my unmentionables drawer?” I wondered to myself as I detached the stockings from the corset and put them both back in their proper place. I am divorced, my daughter long moved out of the nest, and I hadn’t invited any men into my bedroom for weeks. Bea and my other girl friends were all far too proper to go sneaking around in my naughty drawer. In the end, there was only one possible suspect… Steve.



So that’s why he was always leaving his mom and me downstairs!



I detached my stockings from the corset, all the while my mind racing about Steve’s behavior. Should I have suspected him before now? Then it hit me. When his mom and I would hang out in the kitchen, Steve would always hop onto the kitchen counter instead of sitting in a chair at the kitchen table. He must’ve been doing that to look down my top. Had he enjoyed the view of my 36D’s? My face grew flush as next I remembered how Steve almost always sat on the living room floor when the three of us were watching television. The little perv must’ve been looking up my dress every time… and he would have gotten quite a show since I almost always wear skirts, and rarely wear panties!



How to get back at the little bugger for having the nerve to peep on me and finger through my stuff right under my nose? Just then, my telephone rang.



“Ohhh!” I screamed, startled and my heart skipping a beat at the sudden noise disrupting the stillness of my empty house.



Except for the rare wrong number, there is only one person who would call me after midnight… knowing I’m a night owl at heart. I walked the short distance from my dresser to the side table next to my queen-size bed, and picked up the receiver between the third and fourth rings.



“What’s up Bea?” I asked, fully confident who would be on the other end of the line.



“Nothing new going on here M, just calling to make sure you and Steve are still on for your ‘date’ tomorrow night,” Bea said, the inflection of her voice on the word “date” dripping with the sarcasm of knowing full well that Steve’s intention was a platonic one.



What Bea couldn’t have known was that my mind interpreted her use of the word in a more romantic, sexual context. I’ve never been afraid to go all the way with a man on a first date. Date my best friend’s boy? Bea would never approve! Yet, Steve’s transgression had been sexual in nature. Why not give him a punishment fitting his crime? Besides, he would be 19 by the time I was ready to give him what he deserved… A plan began to form in my mind’s eye.



“Um, yeah, about Steve’s birthday dinner,” I said on the fly, “I had lunch at the bistro the other day and it wasn’t at all up to their usual standards…”



My body was trembling as I continued to hold the receiver to my ear. I couldn’t believe it. I had just lied to my best friend! For the first time in the history of our long friendship! Yes, I had eaten alone earlier in the week at our favorite restaurant, which we both just call “the bistro”, but the food had been as exceptional as ever.



“Seriously?” Bea asked. “I can’t believe it!”



My stomach was twisting itself in knots… terrified that Bea had seen right through me!



“So where are you going to take him instead?” she finished.



I covered the bottom half of the receiver with my hand so I could let out a deep sigh of relief without Bea overhearing. “I think she bought it!” I thought to myself.



Removing my hand from the bottom of the receiver, I went directly to the next phase. “Actually… I was thinking of cooking him something here at the house.”



“If you want something done right…” Bea chuckled. “I’ll tell him in the morning about the change of plans. Same time though?”



“Yes, same time… I’ll make sure it’s a dinner he’ll remember for a long time. Night Bea.”



I hung up the phone and brought both hands to my smiling lips. Had I really just that? “Damn risky



comment to make Marg!” I said out loud.



Suddenly, I realized that I was actually going to seduce my best friend’s son tomorrow night, on his 19th birthday. My mind soon began to wander, thinking of all the different ways I could torture a teenage boy with my mature sexuality.



I started to subtract 19 from 57 in my head as I slipped between the sheets of my bed and slipped a hand down my sweatpants. No underwear to get in the way, my hand immediately made contact with my bushy mound. Slowly, I made contact with the warm, moist flesh between my thighs… I didn’t get any more organizing done that night, but after staying up another hour or so without leaving my bed, I did have a very restful sleep.



When I woke up the next day, it was shortly after 8:00 in the morning on Steve’s birthday. Picking up my crumpled shirt and sweats from the spot on the floor where I had tossed them about half an hour before falling asleep, I got out of bed and put on fresh socks and my favorite pair of sneakers before heading to the store to purchase the ingredients for the evening’s meal.



While at the store getting roast beef and all the fixings to go with it, then a birthday cake from the bakery department, I instinctively pushed my cart to the drug section to grab a pack of condoms… I was standing in front of the various assortments of condoms, almost ready to choose one, when I suddenly came back to reality and realized Steve could cum in me until hell froze over and he still couldn’t get a post-menopausal woman like me pregnant. With as little as he hung out with teenagers his own age, I doubted that he had slept around much. In the end, I decided it was best to be prepared. I took two three packs of “For Her Pleasure” and tossed them in my shopping cart.



Back at home, I put the fixings in the refrigerator but left the roast out to thaw, then went upstairs and ran a bath. I added some essential oils and slowly slipped my body into the tub. After just soaking in the hot water for several luxurious minutes, I took my razor from my accessories basket and passed it under both arms. I swished the razor in the water, then did the same once over on my legs.



I examined my pubic area and concluded that leaving it bushy simply wouldn’t do. I thought for a moment about what a young man like Steve would prefer down there, and decided that trimming was out of the question as well. Instead, I shaved my entire pussy area smooth. It took awhile, but after a few examinations and touch-ups, there was not the slightest sign of hair or stubble anywhere near or around my pussy lips. I was tempted to take the time to pleasure myself right there in the tub now that I was so smooth and pristine, but knew I still had a lot to get done before Steve’s arrival



“Pretty damn good for pushing 60,” I thought as I smiled seductively at the sight of my wet body in the mirror immediately after getting out of the tub, “Steve is really going to enjoy himself tonight…”



I toweled off and massaged skin cream into the pores of not only to the shaven areas, but my thighs, butt and breasts too. I dressed in my normal day clothes, no underwear of course, and set out for the video store then to meet Bea at a small cafe for some coffee. When I pulled in to the parking lot of the cafe, I slid the two movies I had rented underneath my seat. Bea wouldn’t have asked about the R rated DVD, but the pornographic pictures on the case of the other disc might have started her asking questions.



I’d chosen an adult video which advertised older women like me, fucking younger men, like Steve. The thought of viewing such a movie with Steve caused my breathing to shallow and my nipples to grow hard underneath my top. As I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath my top, this made the outlines of my nipples (which get quite large when firm) visible for the entire watching world to see.



Still adjusting the videos in their hiding place, I heard a car pull into the space next to mine. I looked up to see Bea waving at me from inside her car. I waved back, then got out of the car and met Bea on the sidewalk in front of the cafe enterance. We hugged in greeting. I so rarely wear a bra I knew Bea wouldn’t be in the least suspicious if she felt me erect nipples brush against her chest as we held each other for a split second in the hug.



As always, Bea and I had a very pleasant conversation over our coffees. Somehow, I managed to discretely ask at what time of day Steve had been born.



“1:37 in the afternoon exactly,” Bea had responded.



After coffee, I looked at the clock on my car radio as I drove. It said 3:03pm. Steve had been legal less than two hours, and it would still be less than half a day of allowable fuckability by the time I got my hands on him that night. Oh, how I was looking forward to giving him what I owed him for his peeping and spying!



At home, movies safely moved to the cabinet under my television from under my seat in the car, I put the roast in the oven then went upstairs and got to work planning my wardrobe. Looking over my skirts, I had two somewhat short ones that most would say are totally inappropriate for a mature woman to wear around a young man… which made them perfect for Steve’s birthday occasion! After close consideration, I selected the shorter of the two.



It had a slit going part way down the left leg. Looking closely at the cut of the slit, I noticed that without any difficulty, I could alter it and increase its length by an inch or two. Modifications easily completed with the tools in my little sewing kit, I knew that crossing my legs would now offer Steve a grand display of not only the tops of the stockings, but plenty of bare upper thigh to make his mouth water. I gave a moment’s consideration to wearing panties the black thong I had found disturbed in my dresser, but soon decided no underwear at all was the best approach.



“Steve is going to have a hard time not looking there, that’s for sure,” I congratulated myself as I slid the stockings on an easily shimmied into the small skirt.



“I can’t go sheer can I?” I asked myself as I eyed my black sheer button blouse, the one with frilly cuffs and a frilly high buttoned neck. I had no intention of wearing a bra tonight, so every inch of my dark nipples would be visible to Steve in even the lowest of light if I wore nothing but the sheer. But right next to that particular blouse was a lace shawl. Experimenting, I took off my top off and put the sheer blouse on. Then I placed the shawl over my shoulders and looked in the mirror.



Perfect! My breasts were barely visible with the shawl on and without the shawl, Steve would become like putty in my hands!



I took the blouse and shawl off so I could put on my black lace, braless corset. I easily attached the corset to my nylon stockings. Wearing nothing but the corset on the top half of my body, my mature breasts hanging free, the next thing on my mental list was heels. And I had plenty to choose from, eventually going with a pair of 3″ black high heels with tiny straps. Steve had no idea the kind of evening I was about to facilitate!



I applied my make-up liberally before painting my lips and nails. Once the lipstick and nail polish had dried, I styled my hair and put on a little Air de Temps perfume. After raising my arms high so I could put on my blouse, but before putting the shawl on, I sat in the chair at my make-up table and adjusted my make-up mirror to capture the reflection from the floor length mirror on the opposite end of the room. I crossed my legs. Sure enough, plenty of thigh and stocking top was clearly visible.



I donned the shawl to complete my wardrobe, then went downstairs to the kitchen and got the side dishes cooking. As they were simmering, I took out the tableware and set the dining room table. I placed Steve at the head of the table and me to his left… an ideal place for his two favorite views, down my top and up my skirt.



As I finished cooking dinner and putting it on the table, my mind wandered further and further into the wonderful events yet to come. The doorbell rang just as I was putting the patter with the roast on the table. My heels clicked against the wooden dining room floor as I made the short journey to my front door. What my eyes beheld when I opened the door came as quite a shock. Steve had arrived in a stunning suit!



“Well hello birthday boy!” I said kissing him on the cheek, fighting every urge to just yank the teen in by his necktie and fuck his brains out right there in the entryway. “You’re certainly looking sharp this evening. Isn’t that the outfit your mom and I helped you pick out for your senior prom?”



“Um,” Steve started in a near whisper as he was looking me and my outfit over from top to bottom, then speaking at a more normal volume, “yeah, it is. I knew you were going to look really pretty tonight so I wanted to look my best for you too.”



I found the expression of half lust half embarrassment on Steve’s face quite adorable. And his kind words brought a sense of heat to my chest! “That’s so sweet of you to say, and I’m honored that you’d choose to debut your gorgeous suit with all this time before your prom… Come on in honey.”



I left Steve to shut the front door as I got a head start toward the dining room, not out of rudeness or lack of manners, but to allow the young man to stare at me as long as he wished from behind. Already aroused, I bit my lower lip as I imagined what Steve was thinking about me as he enjoyed viewing me literally behind my back.



Dinner proceeded exactly according to my plans. On several occasions, I leaned over the width of the table whenever I reached for our bottle of sparkling cider or one of the side dishes… giving Steve an eyeful of my profile. Whenever Steve would try to steer our small talk to a more intellectual topic (he was so cute, trying to impress me with all that he was learning in school), I would snatch away his ability for deep conversation by crossing my legs and giving him a direct view to my stockings and thighs.



“Feel like watching a movie with dessert?” I asked, relishing in the secret double meaning of my question.



I fully expected him to say yes, but just in case he wasn’t yet sufficiently under my spell, I cleverly adjusted my shawl. I didn’t take it off, but in rearranging it I flashed my breasts at Steve, nipples and all. The look on his face was all the confirmation I needed. I stood up, put my hand on the boy’s shoulder, and walked into the kitchen leaving the dining room table for a later time.



“Meet you in the living room,” I said with my back to Steve, head in the fridge grabbing the small rectangular cake container. I’d placed a knife in the container earlier, after getting home from the store.



Intentionally forgetting the dessert plates and silverware, I walked into the living room with cake, container in hand.



“Oh Steve,” I said in my best pretend disappointed voice while putting the cake container on the coffee table, “don’t get your nice pants all dirty by sitting on the floor. Come over here and sit with me on the sofa instead.”



Then I sat down, crossed my legs (making sure to open my legs wide for Steve in the process), and patted the butt cushion next to me on the couch as another form of invitation.



Steve was clearly in no position to disagree with anything I asked him to do at that point.



“Be a dear and put our movie in on your way over here, won’t you? It’s the only one under the T.V. that’s on disc not tape,” I said innocently.



Now it was my turn to enjoy, as 19 year-old Steve bent over to find the movie… giving me a great view of his pants fitting around his young ass and thighs. He spent a great deal of time bending in that position, probably deciding what to do since there were in fact two DVD’s below the television. Would he dare ask me which one I intended for us to watch? Part of me hoped that he would, the other part of me was terrified that he just might work up the courage. I held my breath as he made his decision, stood up straight, and put one of the two movies in the DVD/VCR combo player.



All of the practice he’d gotten digging in naughty drawer upstairs must have rubbed off on Steve, because he decided to be discrete and not say a word about the porno movie. We settled in to watch the movie… with Steve maintaining, unfortunately, a respectful distance from my body. I’d planned ahead for his politeness by renting a movie with enough action and gore to frighten an “unsuspecting” middle-aged woman like myself.



“Oh God, Steve!” I stretched like a girl his age as I quickly slid closer to him, put a hand on his shirt and my legs right up against one of his.



Steve froze, unsure of how to handle such sudden contact based on what he thought was my primal fear. It was a primal emotion, but lust. I held the position for as long as I could get away with it, and then patted my hand on the top of Steve’s left leg before scooting back to my proper seat.



During the over-dramatized love scene that’s required to be in any R-rated flick, I got off the couch and onto my knees. Steve was probably hoping that I’d give him head right there, but probably felt a sense of relief all the same when I lifted the plastic lid off the cake and started cutting it with the knife.



“Oh Dammit,” I cursed quietly, “forgot the plates and forks… I’m really enjoying the movie. Mind if we just eat it with our hands?”



“Doesn’t bother me,” Steve agreed while looking directly at my breasts from his position slightly above me.



The white frosting got all over both our hands. I was half tempted to take his fingers in my mouth and lick them clean one by one, but settled for doing the same seductively with all ten of mine, then wiping some fallen crumbs from near the crotch of Steve’s pants. Sweeping the crumbs from his pants and “accidentally” bumping against his cock in the process, I could see and hear him stop mid-breath, with hope and expectation.

I left his hopes unfulfilled until the end credits, though I did tease him now and again during the rest of the movie.



A slow song, but one with a great beat come on as the end credits began to roll. “I love this song!” I moaned sensually, getting up off the sofa and starting to sway to the rhythm of the music as I walked to the other side of the coffee table. The television was to my back. The table was between Steve and me. His eyes were wide as the television gently backlit my gyrations. The backlight was perfect ambiance without being blinding in any way.



I lifted my arms, both at the same time, until they were perpendicular to my body. I grabbed an end of my shawl in each hand and played with it back and forth behind my neck. This gave Steve a clear view of my fleshy breasts, and hardening nipples. His jaw dropped and he remained silently captivated.



“Sorry Steve honey, I just have to dance!”



I casually wrapped my shawl in itself and threw the bundle to Steve’s spot on the sofa. With his teenage male reflexes, he easily caught it in his arms… and didn’t let go!



If the music had kept going much longer, I wouldn’t have been able to help but from putting unzipping my skirt and playing with myself. As timing would have it, the movie ended and so did my dancing. But now I was like a cougar ready to pounce on her prey! I smiled at Steve sexily before turning around and bending over, undoubtedly giving Steve a direct line to my bare ass and pussy, ejected the first movie and put in the second, more intense one.



I returned to the sofa, but sat on the plush armrest furthest away from Steve instead of on one of the seats. I put on leg on the sofa, careful not to puncture the cushion with me heel, and the other on the floor. My skirt… and my legs… were splayed wide open for Steve’s torturous enjoyment.



“Did you like my little dance Steve?” I asked in a slutty tone without pausing long enough to let him respond, “I’m sure you did. After all, you’ve been ogling my body and going through my things whenever you and your mom come over. Haven’t you… big boy?”



On the television, previews of scenes from the porno were flashing across the screen. Mature women going down on and fucking much younger, teenage men!



“It’s alright honey. I don’t mind,” I told him as I run my hands up my nylons. “In fact, now that you’re 19, it okay for me to give you a nice, big present.”



The first scene started, but all of Steve’s attention was focused on me. As I continued teasing him visually but touching my thighs and going into my skirt, but not yet touching my pussy, I witnessed his cock become a bulge within his pants. I groaned with pleasure at the sight of a tent forming in his pants.



I adjusted my position on the armrest so I could easily remove my skirt.



“Oh… my god,” the teen said with quite amazement as I revealed my smooth pussy to him and let the skirt fall to the floor.



“Take your pants off for me Steve,” I instructed, “and touch yourself as you watch me touch what you’ve been dreaming of.”



His hormones giving him no option but to obey, without taking his eyes of my exposed crotch, Steve undid his belt took off his shoes and tossed his pants aside. His impressive and still hardening cock had already poked it way out of the slit in his boxer shorts. He put his right hand on it and started stoking to the site of me.



I slid two fingers into my glistening bald pussy, the sound of penetration saying that I could already take Steve’s cock in me if I wanted. Steve started stroking faster in response. I could see the veins of his cock. He must have had at least 8″ of meat in his hand!



“Not to fast Steve… we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.”



As Steve’s stroking slowed I placed one hand on my pussy lips, spreading them with index and middle finger, I used the index finger of my other hand to slide between the lips from the clit and downwards bending it so it would slip into my entrance before bringing it back to the clit. I rubbed the clit a few times, and then brought my fingers to my mouth, wetting the index and middle finger with my tongue, I placed it back to my clit and began to rub it more determinedly and once so often dipping both fingers deep into myself and back on the clit. The sensations were so pleasurable I was not only arching my back and pelvis into my fingers, moans were also escaping my lips as I fingered myself for Steve.



I worked myself faster, getting myself even more excited. How I wanted more but for now, my fingers were doing the work. As Steve watched I imagined it was him doing the fingering and the thoughts were turning me on even more. My fingers were now deep into my pussy and fucking myself fast and hard. Covered with my own juice I again brought my fingers to my mouth and wetted them. The taste of my own cum adding to my excitement, I forced them back into myself, fucking myself fast and hard. I felt the twinges of orgasm getting close. My body stiffening and shaking from the excitement until suddenly I contracted my pussy muscles on the fingers. I pushed them as deep as they would go into myself and griped them even more with my pussy muscles. My moans became even louder leaving no doubt to Steve that I was cumming.



My hips thrusting, my breasts shaking from my tensing up as the orgasm wracked my entire body. My juices were now flowing over my inserted fingers as Steve watched wide eyed. The orgasm crested and I became very vocal and loud.



“Fuck Steve, I am cumming so hard! My pussy is so fucking wet! Yes! Fuck yes!” I screamed as Steve watched until I collapsed spent from the orgasm.



All through my masturbating for Steve, he kept a steady pace of his own, stroking his massive cock as I watched. Even after I came, Steve kept pumping away steadily.



As I watched him continue, I began to undo the buttons of my blouse, slowly revealing my mature breasts. The more flesh I revealed, the more intently Steve stared and his pace picked up. Eventually the blouse was totally unbuttoned, I slipped it off my shoulders baring my breasts and hardened nipples.



Steve was now pumping his cock quite fast and I knew it would not be long before he’d be releasing hot streams of his young sticky cum. Wanting him to let me see and hear is orgasm, I brought my hands to my breasts, cupping them with my thumbs and forefingers trapping my long nipples.



I slipped off the armrest of the sofa and knelt between his legs only inches from his cock. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Cum for me Steve, cum on my tits”



No sooner than I said to cum on my tits, Steve began to cum, the first stream landing squarely between my tits. The second stream hitting the same spot and it did not stop there. Stream after stream erupted from Steve’s cock, each one landing squarely on my tits. After the first few hit, I released my nipples and began massaging his sticky cum into my breasts making them wet and slick. The last stream from his orgasm hit the back of my hand and instinctively I brought it to my mouth and while looking at him, like with the cake icing I licked every bit of it from my fingers, savoring the sweet taste of his cum.



I used my free hand and took Steve’s cock into it wrapping my fingers around its girth. It was so thick, my hand and fingers could not even encompass it. I slowly began to stroke it, feeling it stiffen in my grasp.



“Steve, have you cum in a woman’s mouth?” before I asked him while still stroking his massive cock.



“Only once” he said, “but she spit it out saying I was cumming too much and finished me off on her tits.”



“Well Steve, I don’t spit”. Smiling up at him, then added, “If I cannot swallow it all I’ll finish you off by letting you cum on my face and tits”.



I then told him to finger me and guided his free hand to my tits telling him that my tits needed attention too. I then reached to the remaining cake and gathered some of the icing and applied it liberally along Steve’s shaft and over the head of his now hard cock. I then turned my head towards his cock and began licking around the head and shaft licking all the icing I had just applied to it, slurping and smacking my lips to the sweet taste.



Steve was now fucking my pussy hard with his fingers and mauling my tits and nipples while I worked on his massive cock. After licking off the icing, I slowly took first the head then more into my mouth. My hand on his cock was pumping in unison with my bobbing head as I took 5″ or 6″ at a time into my mouth. I could feel in my hand after a short time his cock stiffening even more. My hips also working in unison with the thrusts of his fingers as he was pummeling into my now soaked and contracting pussy.



“Fuck Marg, you keep sucking me like that and it won’t be long before I cum!” Steve moaned.



Releasing is cock from the confines of my sucking mouth I told him “That’s my plan!” and immediately I engulfed his cock and began sucking with zest.



He began to rock his hips with my sucking and after a couple minutes I felt him stiffen and I prepared for what was about to happen. Steve blurted out, “Fuck; here it comes!” as he thrust his hips forward into my waiting mouth. Burying about 7″ into me, then it happened, the streams started and soon I could not keep up with the amount of cum and the speed it was filling my mouth. I pulled it out before I would gag and as I continued to pump his cock, he shot a couple more streams that hit me in the face and even more streams hitting and landing on my tits. Swallowing what was in my mouth and massaging the streams that landed on my tits before using my free hand to gather his cum from my face and eat it while he watched. I was more surprised that he never missed a stroke with fingers and just as I finished swallowing all his cum that landed in my mouth and on my face; I began to cum for the second time.



“Marg, it’s hard to keep fingering you!” Steve said. “You’re getting too tight for me to push my fingers in.”



“Try harder Steve, I’m cumming and I tighten hard when I cum! You’ll feel it when you fuck me!” I said as I bucked my pussy into his thrusts and took his cock back into my mouth to lick any remnants of his spent cum.



My pussy gripped his fingers and I could feel my own cum gushing around them and oozing between my legs. After I sucked his cock a couple more times I released it and cried out. “Finger me harder, faster!” as my orgasm crested and then subsided. My pussy lessened its grip on his fingers so he could more easily fuck me with them until my throws of orgasm completely subsided.



“Fuck Steve, another great orgasm!” I said in a totally exhausted voice, then added, “Do you think you can do that again?”



He nodded and guided his fingers towards my pussy. I stopped him and said “No, not with your fingers, with your mouth. Eat me to orgasm!” then asked, “You’ve licked a pussy before haven’t you?”



“Yes, a couple times.”



“Did you make her cum?”



“Yeah.”



“Good! Let’s see how good a pussy licker you are!” I said as brought my hands to my pussy. With my ring, middle and index fingers on each hand I spread my lips apart exposing my inner lips and entrance to Steve and more importantly my clit.



As Steve positioned himself between my legs I lifted my feet and hooked them on the coffee table. Just as he was about to lean forward he stopped, looking me over before reaching over my leg and grasping a large amount of icing. Then with his icing covered hands he reached up to my breasts and covered them with the sweet white substance. He continued to massage the icing all over each breast and at the same time used his mouth and tongue to lick the icing he applied.



Still with my legs wide and pussy spread I told him, “Don’t forget my pussy Steve!”



Not needing encouragement, he grabbed more icing and smeared it liberally onto my gaping pussy.



“Like that? He said.



“Yes, but I think you’re going to like it more!” I teased “Have a try and tell me!”



Steve needed no direction after I said that. He buried his face between my legs and I felt his tongue lapping at my pussy covered icing. Licking all around my pussy lips and eating the icing until zeroing in on my clit and tight entrance. His tongue was flicking at my clit and dipping into my entrance making me buck into each flick and lick of his tongue.



I could not handle it for long, I grabbed his head after releasing my pussy and pulled his head tighter into me as he licked.



“Finger me while you suck my clit Steve!” I commanded.



He instantly pushed 2 fingers into my soaked pussy as he continued to lick. I could feel the fingers thrusting deep into me, but they were hooked downwards. “Turn your hand around Steve, make the fingers curl upwards!” I told him as I wanted him to access my G-spot.



“OK, now when you draw your fingers outward, curl them and rake them over the upper wall slowly.”



As he did so, I directed him further, “Feel that hard nub?”



He stopped sucking my clit briefly enough to say, “Here.” As his fingers found the spot.



As I replied with a loud and excited “YES” and reflectively pushed my pussy upwards, he knew he was on the spot and his mouth went back to sucking on my clit.



“That’s it Steve, rub it fast in little circles and a little pressure.” Which he began and had me cry out, “Fuck YES, like that. It’s my G-spot and rubbing it like that it will not take long for me to start gushing.”



Again he released my clit from his mouth and said, “Gushing?” then immediately resumed working my clit.



His rubbing of my G-spot was electrifying me and bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Just as it was about to start I began to tense. I arched into his mouth and my pussy clamped on his fingers that were deep inside me and I screamed, “Fuck YES, here it comes Steve. Get ready I am going to cum so hard I’ll be squirting.”



As I started to squirt, Steve lifted his head back and I quickly replaced his mouth with my fingers. I furiously began to rub my clit as cum streamed from my pussy, past his fingers and hitting him in the face. As the first stream hit, catching Steve by surprise, I cried, “It’s only cum Steve and there’s more to come!” just as another stream followed by a few more flew from my pussy until subsiding and eventually stopping.



I looked at Steve, seeing his face and hand that was still inside me covered in my juices and recalling that it had been a long time that I have squirted that much, as a matter of fact I don’t even recall ever squirting that much.



“Fuck Steve, that was so intense!” I said to him. “I really hope you have more left in that cock of yours.”



“Wow Marg, I’ve never seen that before”



“You’ve never seen a woman cum by her G-spot?”



“No never.”



“Mmm, well, I’m glad that you got to enjoy it and that I got to do it.”



While we were talking about what had just occurred, Steve made his way beside me on the sofa and I grasped is semi-hard cock, curling my fingers around its girth and slowly began stroking it to bring it back to life. Once it was hard enough, I moved my left arm past him and turned my body. This movement placed me straddling and facing him.



I reached between my legs, finding his cock and while doing so, Steve reached for my breasts, mauling them and tweaking and taking turns at sucking each nipple. While he was doing that, I guided the head of his cock to my pussy and dragged the head back and forth along the slit, parting my lips but not allowing him to enter yet. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of his cock head rubbing my pussy and clit while feeing him lick, suck and maul my breasts.



“You like that Steve?” I asked, “Feeling my pussy on your head!”



Leaving my breasts for a moment to say, “Hell yes, feels awesome” before resuming his licking and sucking.



“Then you’ll surely like this!” I said as I placed the head to my entrance and lowered my pussy over it until engulfing his entire shaft into my pussy. Once fully buried, I tightened my inner muscles and rose up until just the head was inside before relaxing the inner muscles and lowering once again taking his entire length inside.



I repeated this several times, tightening my pussy on the withdraw and relaxing it as I lowered. “God Steve, your cock feels so good inside me doing this! I can feel the head and shaft as it both fills and empties me. I could do this a lot longer and milk you dry but what I really want is you to fuck me hard! I want you to drive you cock into me as hard and as fast as you can!”



Steve never removed his mouth from sucking my nipples, he just began thrusting upwards meeting my down thrusts on his massive hard cock.



“Faster, harder Steve, give me more!” I cried out.



As much as Steve tried, he could not go faster or harder. Though it was good, I wanted more. I stopped for a moment and said, “Fuck me from behind Steve. That way you can hold my hips and really give my pussy a good fucking.”



We got up and I knelt in the sofa, bracing myself with my hands on the back of the sofa and arching my back, opening my pussy for Steve. He guided his cock to my pussy and as soon as it made contact I pushed back, feeling the head penetrate me, then his hands grasped my hips and in one fast thrust be buried his full 8″ deep into me.



As he began to speed up his pace I looked back at him, “That’s it Steve, now fuck me good and hard!”



No more encouragement needed. Steve’s pace steadily increased and his grip tightened as he was furiously pounding his meat into my inviting pussy. My back arched, allowing him full access to drive his cock as deep as possible into me. It did not take too long before Steve was breathing heavily and grunting with each thrust as was I as his cock pummeled my pussy.



He slowed his pace slightly and before I had a chance to tell him to fuck me harder he said, “Fuck Marg, here I come again!” then he gave one more deep thrust, pulling my hips back as his cock penetrated deep and began to throb.



As I felt the first stream shoot deep into my pussy, I clamped hard on his cock and my head automatically lifted up. As more streams followed and I was lost in the feeling of his cum filling me I noticed that the main door to the house was open about half way. So absorbed in the fucking Steve was giving me I did not notice it until just now and I was beyond having the senses to do anything about it as his cock and cumming in me had me too reaching my orgasm. I could not stop, and did not want to until I took all that Steve was giving me.



A couple more hot streams shot into me and that’s when 2 things happened. My orgasm began; my body stiffened and began to shake from the pure ecstasy of it. I could feel my chest and face blush and I could even feel my nipples harden as the orgasm wracked my entire body. Though it was the second thing that got me off even more. It was what I saw at the partially open door!



As Steve was filling my pussy and I was cumming from my orgasm I was looking right into the eyes of 2 young men. In an instant I thought, why were they there then realized that when they were passing they probably heard Steve and I and came to look and what a look they were getting. I was so caught up in being fucked that even though I could see them watching I was too far gone in my orgasm to stop. Instead, it excited me even more to the point where not only was I looking right at them as they watched. I was making it obvious to them that not only do I see them I am also getting off knowing they are watching.



As our orgasms subsided and Steve’s cock was slowly softening inside me, I kept looking at the young men at the door trying to figure out who they were. Not sure if I should mention it to Steve or not, but then Steve said, “Do you think they saw much?”



I knew now that I could not pretend or act surprised, “I think they seen a lot, or at least since you were fucking me like this.”

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