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“Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written.”

About a week later, on a rather warm mid-December day, Stepmom asked me to go for a walk with her. Although her invitation appeared spontaneous and I readily agreed, I was a little apprehensive.

Eventually, we found a spot on the sun-drenched beach to sit down and we talked idly for over an hour, until I had no choice but to excuse myself. My bladder had been telling me for at least thirty minutes to get over to the toilet block immediately or pee myself in front of Stepmom – with my hard-on.

Stepmom was sitting opposite me and although her legs were pulled up to her ample chest; I couldn’t help but notice that her short shorts were provocatively pulled so high that they barely covered her genitals, specifically her smooth, little anus. Luckily, I was wearing sunglasses and could stare, unnoticed.

As I began to stand, I turned my groin awkwardly, hoping Stepmom would not see the obvious, and started walking as fast as possible. After a few feet, I turned my head back to say something, but inwardly groaned instead. Stepmom was looking down and smiling.

Upon entering the Men’s room, I noticed a tanned, older guy standing at one of the two urinals. He looked at me and I politely nodded as I took my position a couple of feet away.

Moments later, my floodgates opened. I began pissing hard enough to put out the Chicago fire.

After my bladder pressure began to subside, I began to wonder about the guy next to me. Why was he just standing there holding his cock? He didn’t seem to be peeing. Was he looking for action or couldn’t he pee in public?

“I was bursting when I came in here…always the case, isn’t it?”

I smiled and silently nodded and, although I pretended to stare straight ahead, my unbelievable peripheral vision was working overtime. I had detected a slow, definitive arm movement down around his hips. That could only mean one thing.

My heart instantly accelerated, when the man discretely eased back from the urinal. His white cock was big, fat and semi-hard.

Seeing my eyes widen, the man twisted his body slightly towards me, showing me his entire cock. I bet it was at least east eight inches long.

As my eyes continued to feast on his beast, he brazenly stroked it, before making eye contact with me. An instant later, he motioned with a subtle head nod that I show him mine.

Since I was nearest the door, I glanced over my shoulder. Seeing or hearing no one, I shook the last few drops of urine out of my cock, twisted around, and stuck my hips out.

The guy smiled, then stuck his finger out and twirled it around once. I knew what he meant and what he wanted to see. I tuned my back to him, pulled my shorts down, and bent over.

Looking at him upside down though my legs, I could see his big cock harden as he gazed down at my hairless, pink button. After another ten seconds, my anus involuntarily winked.

The older guy then glanced over his left shoulder at the furthest stall. It was a handicapped stall and, obviously, larger than the two next to it.

Although it seemed like an eternity, it only took me two clicks to decide that the odds of being caught by Stepmom were negligible. I straightened-up, tucked my expanding cock back into my shorts, and casually walked to the handicapped stall. I had just agreed to be butt-fucked.

As I pulled the stall door open, I was stunned to see a man sitting on the toilet with his pants pulled down around his ankles. Jutting out of his lap was another huge, erect, white cock!

I quickly turned to look at the older guy. He was towering over me, holding his large, throbbing erection. He smiled, nodded, and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube of lube.

As I continued to look down at the huge cock that was going to go all the up my ass and then fuck it, the older guy gently turned me around. I was now looking down at the other huge cock that was going to fuck my throat.

Before I knew it, the older guy had pulled my shorts down and had spread my feet with his foot. although I balked when he pushed my shoulders down next, the guy on the toilet grabbed my head, and easily pulled it down hard into his groin, impaling my mouth with his hard cock.

As if that wasn’t enough, my naked hindquarters instantly started dancing as a thick, greased finger wiggled into my tight, dry anus. The older man wasn’t wasting any time. He quickly and somewhat roughly loosened my ass up.

“Are you ready?”

Ensuring I would not move, the seated man placed his big arms on my back, reached over me, and grabbed my smooth cheeks. He held them open long enough for the older man’s two-inch, blunt cockhead to bulldoze through my tight sphincter.

“Bulls eye!”

Although I groaned, I was excited. I was officially spit roasted. Both of my orifices were now unnaturally stretched into perfect, but extremely wide ‘O’s. Both massive cocks were going to feed my need to be publically sodomized and defiled. The intense adrenalin rush from this public, deviant, sexual encounter had started.

“Candy ass tight?”

“Ain’t no virgin, but his girlie ass is as tight as the day is long. How about his mouth?”

“Likewise, but he’s had plenty of practice…”

“Here goes two more inches…”

Right before I thought I was going to shit, the older man paused to flex his massive, ridged cock. I am sure he wanted me feel it’s strength, and to imagine what it was going to feel like as it plowed in and out my tight poop chute. Unhesitatingly, I spread my legs even further apart to try to accommodate the gigantic, anal intruder.

Fortunately, the guy on the toilet generously squirted more lube on my ass and our anal copulation instantly became far more sexually pleasurable. I even began pushing my ass back against his cock as he slowly fucked me. My rectum was now welcoming being stuffed and fucked by this awesome cock.

Although I couldn’t smile, as my mouth was obscenely stretched wide by the other fat shaft, I was feeling sexually fulfilled. To show my approval, I looked up into the eyes of the guy on the toilet, nodded, and then wiggled my ass to demonstrate to both of them how much I was enjoying our sexual liaison.

Since the older man’s girth at the base of his mighty cock was exceptionally thick and strong, I shifted my rump against his crotch, and began grinding my ass into him. I wanted it all. I was fully relaxed and enjoyed the sexual thrill of the thick monsters wallowing and sliding around in the tight, wet confines of my orifices.

“You like it in the ass, don’t you?”

“Yea, he sure does.”

“He has nice, long anal tube and its completely wide open. See how easy I can fuck it? You like my big balls smacking your little ass?”

“I wonder if Betsy would mind if we took him home. He’s something else!”

“Ha. Ha. Knowing her…she has her own plans…

“She ever peg you?”

I braced myself with my hands on the hairy thighs of the man on the toilet as both men commenced to fucking my ass and mouth with all the joy and vigor of dead men walking. The men knew they were on the clock.

At some point, I took the hands of the guy on the toilet, and placed them under my t-shirt, on my nipples. Although it hurt a little when he began squeezing and pinching them, I always found it titillating to have my nipples played with and teased.

When I heard a click and saw a flash burst behind me, worrying about being caught was no longer a concern. I was caught!

I tried to raise my head, but to no avail. The guy holding my head, simply, said, “It’s just a pic of his big cock…in your little ass.”

That’s one for the photo album, I weakly thought. My butt-fucking was just memorialized.

As the men resumed fucking me, I wondered how many pics of stuffed asses they had in their collection. Would they entertain themselves with the image of my nubile, stretched, anal orifice the next time they masturbated or wanted to get hard, so they could fuck their old wives or girlfriends in the same old missionary sex position?

At some point, the older guy shuffled his feet to adjust the position of his cock in me and began fucking me more slowly as he rotated his hips. I soon forgot about the pic. The circular motion of his big cock in my snug ass felt heavenly.

When he noticed my ass responding, he pulled my hips even harder into his groin, giving himself total control of my rectum and his up-coming orgasm. His lust was immediately rewarded.

I felt his cock swell even bigger. It became hard as kryptonite. At that very moment, I was proud that my ass could accommodate and please this large-cocked, virile man.

After a couple of more minutes of shallow strokes, the older guy grabbed my shoulders and pushed his pulsating cock deep into my colon. He paused, just long enough to feel the exhilaration of his semen surging up his cock, before he began thrusting and grunting madly. Reflexively, my sphincters clenched the base of his bloated, sperm spurting cock and began milking it.

“Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!”

“Fuck’em. Fill that little cumbucket up!”

I could tell from the massive amount of warmth spreading through my intestines that sperm was shooting out of his cock as if were a fire hose. This was no ordinary butt-fuck. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt such sexual heat or endured such pleasure.

“Yeeaaahhh,” the older man gasped as he finally ceased pumping and slumped his upper body onto my back. His spent cock, still inflated, remained nestled in my sloppy rectum.

“That was good,” he sighed in my ear. “You’re a great fuck! One hell of an ass!”

I nodded in agreement. I had worked hard to fuck one helluva a sperm enema out of him and it was still running rampantly through my guts.

His buddy had stopped to watch the anal action, but now it was his turn to cum. He grabbed my head, again, and forced it down his throbbing cock.

“Hope you’re hungry” he chortled as he began to skewer my throat. “I’ve been saving this load for long time…I’m gonna fill your belly! Yeah. You’re going home to Mommy and Daddy with your ass and belly full of our baby batter!”

“Look at this,” he said to his buddy in mock amazement. “You can actually see his throat bulging around my cockhead! Go ahead touch it. Rub it. Make it spit in his throat.”

The older guy reached out and gently cupped his hand around my throat. Feeling the massive crown, he gently moved his hand up and down it a few times, before pulling his hand back.


No longer content holding my head, his buddy grabbed my ears and began pulling my head forward and as he began pumping his hips into my face as though he was fucking a cunt instead of my mouth. I felt humiliated and my face turned red.

I quickly got over that when I felt two and then moments later, three fingers slide into my distended anus. My eyes immediately widened and my sore sphincters involuntarily squeezed the intruding fingers tightly.

Encouraged, the older man started sawing his sperm-lubed hand in and out of my wiggling ass. Occasionally, he would even lift his fingers up inside me, forcing me up on my tiptoes. As a result, all three of us could clearly hear the sloppy, wet, cumfarts coming from my straining, gaping asshole.

“We could both fuck’em now. Both of our cocks up his ass. You ever do double anal?”

I loved the manhandling my ass was getting and euphorically humped away. My prostate was radiating ecstatic waves of pleasure! I felt I was going to cum. No way was I concerned about all the sperm, lube, and ass gravy streaming down my legs or responding to any questions.

Suddenly, the man fucking my face growled, smashed my face against his belly as his entire body spasmed, and then gasped out, “I’m cumming! Aaahhh! Swallow it! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!”

His explosive orgasm surprised me. I didn’t expect so much cum to be sprayed down my throat. Although I could not swallow, he was too deep; I certainly could feel his cum running and sliding down my throat and pooling in my belly. It felt very warm.

“Your mouth is better than a cunt,” the man said with a smile as he looked at my tear stained face.

Since my mouth was still full of his cock, I just nodded my head. He smiled, again, as he reached out and paternalistically petted it.

I was really thinking about the cock that was beginning to stiffen in my swollen ass. Apparently, the older man had gotten so turned on fisting me, his cock had begun to harden, again, so he stuck it right back into my abused ass.

“Hey! Have you fallen asleep in there?”

The blood drained from my face just as quickly as the semi-hard cock came out of mouth. I hollered out, “Be right there!” as strongly as I could.

Knowing there was no more time to enjoy the sweet tug of my ass; the older man pulled out of my ass and as I began to turn around, he commandingly whispered, “Hold it!”

Unbelievably, he had the composure to take another pic! This time my gaping ass was memorialized!

“That’s one for the record books.”

He then spun me around and down and furiously began jacking his cock in my face. I opened my mouth.

“Almost there,” he whispered as he furiously pumped his cock. I did not have to wait long.

“Suck it!” he gasped as quietly as he could.

I grasped his swollen cock, brought it to my mouth, and paused a second to look at it. Since, it didn’t have any shit on it; at least, not obviously, I opened my mouth as a large dollop of precum oozed out of his majestic cockhead.

When he started to pump his hips, I made an ‘O’ with my mouth, hollowed my cheeks, and began sucking his hog leg as hard as I could. Encouraged, he increased his speed and length of his strokes.

To speed things up even more, I wiped some spittle off my mouth with my finger, reached around his pumping ass cheeks, and worked it into his tight anus. The guy began groaning immediately.

Seconds later, I looked up into his eyes, pushed my finger into his ass as deep as I could, and then pulled him forward, ’til my lips were against his balls. His cock went rigid in mouth and his ass squeezed my finger like a vice as his bull-sized, sperm laden testicles pulled up tight against his engorged cock. I completed the coup de grâce by swallowing hard and then gagging.

To my delight, he silently screamed as continuous, large shots of warm semen ejaculated out of his cock, past my battered esophagus, and cascaded into my belly. I certainly wouldn’t need lunch today I sarcastically thought as I counted his spurts.

After his seventh or last load of semen, the older man immediately pulled his cock out of my sucking throat with a pop, pulled up his shorts, winked, and scuttled out of the stall. I stood up and hollered, “I’m coming!” as the other man scurried past me. I then ran to the sink and quickly hand washed my ‘dirty’ butt and wiped my legs clean.

Although I greeted Stepmom with a warm smile, the combined pools of sperm sloshing around in my stomach made me want to burp. However, I feared that Stepmom would smell my sperm breathe. I didn’t even dare think about farting.

Although both men left through a side door, I am sure my flushed face, reddened ears, the bulge in my shorts, and telltale-wet spot, made Stepmom very suspicious and curious. Nevertheless, she linked my arm with hers, made some comment about how long I was in there, and then calmly talked about the beach and the weather as we casually strolled back home.

I only pretended to listen. I was more interested in plotting my next public sex adventure.

Suddenly, Stepmom blurted out, “Is it me?”

Caught off guard, I just stared at her for a couple of second and asked, “Me what?”

“Am I responsible for your…behavior…? Is that really, what you want…? Huh? To be so willing to stick your cock into men and women or take strangers’ cum up…your butt…or swallow it…”

When I did not immediately respond, Mom said, “Oh God, I knew it! It’s all my fault.”

“What? No! It’s not…your fault.”

“When did you start going to that movie theater?


“That dirty theater?”

“I’ve only been there once or twice…”

“Jesus, Honey. When I get your clothes from the hamper to wash them…I can’t help but smell…the wet cum… Then I saw those crotchless panties…I thought they were Sis’s at first…she had a cow when I asked her…”


“Isn’t that place full of…raunchy old men?”


“No? When I see those panties and your clothes stained with cum, I’d be pretty stupid to think you didn’t let them play with you…”

“They’re not all ‘dirty old men’.”

“No?” You don’t jerk’em while they play with you… All guys jerk off. Didn’t you ever have any circle jerks…when you were younger?”

“Huh? No!”

“I know other things, too… I read your dairy… I’m sorry. I found it…accidently…I couldn’t stop reading…” (See:

Sheepishly, I began to stutter. “I…I…”

“Wearing those crotchless, lacy panties…that must really excite those men…do they make you submit to them? Does everyone watch? Do they take turns? God!”

“Couples go there, too. Even single women…once in a while…”

“Oh…I didn’t know that…”

“Most of the women who go there really like me.”

“What do their husbands or boyfriends do when you have sex with their women…or do they have sex with you and the women watch? I’m confused. How do you do it at the theater? Do you lower your pants and totally exposed yourself? Do they decide if they want you or not? Do you bend over…?”

When Stepmom said that, I began to realize that she really wasn’t angry. In fact, she seemed almost eager to hear about my sexploits. Regardless, her explicit questions were making me so hard, that I had to stop walking.

I turned to look at Stepmom. I was quite aware that my light colored shorts could not hide my erection. I didn’t care. I hadn’t cum yet, and I was extremely horny.

Stepmom stopped and faced me, too. We stared into each other’s eyes, but only for a second or two. Her blazing eyes began to waver and then she grimaced as though having lost the battle she was internally fighting.

I think I began to understand what was happening when Stepmom’s eyes slowly slid down my torso, and came to rest on the obvious bulge in my shorts. Perhaps, even more so, when Stepmom’s brow wrinkled and she pursed her lips, deep in thought. Had Sis told Stepmom, too, that if she had had my big cock she would’ve fucked her?

Amber drove home from school with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Her school’s winter break had just started and she was about to have two weeks of vacation with her dad and stepmom. The three of them were going to go up to her grandparents’ house in Hawaii and have a great time at the resort they owned with the rest of her dad’s side of the family. There would be almost a full week of sunbathing and sneaking drinks with her cousins.

What made her nervous on the other hand was her stepmom, Jean. It wasn’t that she hated her stepmom, she actually loved her just as much as her dad, she was just nervous about what plans for tasks and punishments Jean had for her. For the past six months, a little after she turned 19, Jean had been training her as a sub and she had recently become more creative with Amber’s sessions. Jean had been gloating about how she’d already selected Amber’s bathing suits and had to special order them from a site in Japan and she expected Amber to wear them unless she said otherwise. Jean had also hinted strongly that she had a couple friends in Hawaii who would love to have a show or even play with Amber if she misbehaved. Amber enjoyed being tested by Jean but her stepmom really liked pushing her comfort levels.

Amber pulled into her garage, went upstairs and stripped out of her clothes so she could get into something more comfortable. She slipped off her jeans and took off her panties, revealing a carefully shaved mound. She then pulled off her shirt and took off her bra, releasing her B32 breasts which pushed up proudly from her skinny, 5’2 frame. Amber carefully inspected herself in her full body mirror for any body hair before she slid on some pink booty shorts and a black tank-top that held tightly against her flat stomach. Even when Jean had just been her stepmom, she had tried to slip in more casual clothing into her wardrobe but now that she was her mistress, she expected Amber to dress a lot skimpier than normal when she wasn’t in school and had a strict no-underwear rule for her while she was home, even around her father.

Amber shivered as she walked to the thermostat and turned the heat up a little before going into her mom’s study. She wasn’t done with her tasks for the day. In addition to keeping shaved, Amber had to keep a diary and clean her step-mother’s strap on. She started with the dildo as she waited for Jean’s desktop to boot-up. The thing was a practically a black obelisk at ten-inches long and a circumference that Amber could just get her hands around. Jean had never actually used it on Amber, preferring to use smaller toys and her own “hands-on treatment,” but she had always shown her it during their sessions and told her that one day she would slide the whole thing into Amber’s tight little pussy and slap its rubber balls against her. Amber feared it but a part of her was always curious if it could actually fit: She knew that Jean liked to play with her dad’s ass and had shown her some of the toys she had used on him, which had included some surprisingly wide and long butt plugs.

Amber licked the head of the detachable dildo and carefully worked her mouth over it, taking the facsimile into her mouth. The dildo was designed to have a circumcised look to it so aside from its size and plastic taste, it was like the two guys Jean had made her suck. As Amber slid inch after inch of the mighty tool towards the back of her throat, she thought back to the night she had given her first blowjobs. Jean had made sure that Ted was out for the evening (while he knew that Jean and Amber had been engaged in some kind of bdsm play, he had no idea how far they had gone) and blindfolded Amber while she knelt in a thong and a push-up bra in the living room. Two men she didn’t know then entered and dropped their pants while they made small talk with Jean. They ignored Amber for the longest time, occasionally coming near enough that she could smell the sweat on their crotches. For a while, Amber had thought that Jean was just trying to embarrass her when all of a sudden Jean acted like she had just noticed her and told her that she should have said something. Jean then allowed the two men to spank Amber and slowly mouthfuck her one at a time while she laid across Jean’s lap. The men weren’t particularly big but the taste of their precum and the new experience of accepting cocks into her mouth made her nauseous and gag.

Jean had been patient though. She kept encouraging Amber and even chastised one of the men when they grew angry at Amber’s gagging. After they filled her mouth with cum several times and had been able to build a good speed and even hit the back of her throat with the head of their dicks without Amber gagging, Jean had placed Amber on the couch and escorted the spent men outside. She had then sat next to her step-daughter and let her play with her soaking pussy until Ted came home a few minutes later. Amber had desperately begged Jean to let her finish but Jean just playfully smacked her on the ass and told her she would have to be faster at finishing her tasks if she wanted to pleasure herself. Amber then had to sneak upstairs, her mouth still tasting of spunk and her body aching for release. She felt so slutty but extremely excited. Still, Jean kept to her word and refused to let her cum until two days later. That was how her stepmother worked; being gentle when she was pushing Amber’s limits then keeping her horny so she couldn’t think of how embarrassing the task was she had just done.

Amber pulled the large dildo out of her mouth and finished by licking the parts of the phallus she hadn’t been able to deepthroat. She inspected her work and, believing her stepmother would be satisfied, started to type. There hadn’t been much going on at school today, she had just had three finals and left without talking to anyone. Amber had always been awkward around others, not helped by the fact that her mother had pulled her out of school for two years after she divorced her father and had failed to be much of a homeschool teacher. When Ted got custody of Amber back, she had to be put back two grade levels behind her former friends. While Ted, and later Jean, tried to get her to interact more, it was difficult for her to make friends and even now, in her senior year, she only had a couple classmates that she actually hung out with outside of school. It didn’t help that she was still bullied somewhat by people that thought her poor social skills and age meant she was retarded.

As Amber thought about that, she began to type out the sexual fantasies she had been having lately. Some were just thoughts about her sessions with Jean, while others were a bit more elaborate. Amber didn’t mind typing these out for the most part; they let her relive the fantasies, making her nice and wet, and Jean couldn’t possibly make some of the more embarrassing ones happen (at least, that’s what Amber thought). However, there was one fantasy Amber had been having that she was reluctant to type out.

The fantasy involved Chelsea, a girl from her class that had been one of her bullies. The girl was stunning, 5’8, tan skin, trim body, brown hair, green eyes, a luscious ass, and C-cups that drove the boys wild. While she did pick on Amber, Chelsea mostly ignored her as she was too busy with volleyball or her friends to take time for the awkward girl that ran track. The fantasy had started a couple weeks back when Chelsea and her had gotten done with their practices at roughly the same time. While seniors normally got the privilege of private showers, there were too many girls in the locker room at the same time, so Amber and Chelsea had found themselves under the same group shower head. It was then that Amber got to see Chelsea completely nude for the first time. Amber had barely been able to be discreet as her eyes wandered up and down Chelsea. Amber couldn’t help but get aroused as she watched Chelsea cover her breasts in suds and wash the small triangular patch of pubic hair she had above her pussy. She was so lost that she was almost caught staring and had to quickly try to cover up while Chelsea cast a suspicious glare.

Amber had tried to make small talk but Chelsea had just ignored her until suddenly the lights went out. The luscious volleyball player had let out a shriek and fell forward into Amber. Amber instinctively had wrapped her arms around Chelsea, pressing their bodies together. Neither one of them said anything, letting their stunned eyes look into each other and their panicked breaths blow on each others lips, until the lights came back on a minute later. When they did, Chelsea walked away without saying anything and Amber had stayed behind, washing herself. Amber had then waited till everyone had left and then went home and pleasured herself while thinking of the way Chelsea’s breasts felt. Jean had discovered her and went to town on her with a riding crop but Amber had just become even more aroused. The fantasy she had been having was her and Chelsea making love while Jean stood nude next to them, directing their actions and even joining them after Chelsea and Amber had kissed her feet and licked the stiletto heels that Jean loved to wear.

Amber typed out the fantasy, her breathing becoming deeper from a mix of arousal and nervousness. She knew it would raise a lot of questions from Jean. Her Stepmother would ask if she had been hiding this fantasy for long and likely punish her. Not to mention, while amber had known that she was bisexual since she was 14, she had never told anyone, even her own father. Jean might become uncomfortable and stop being her dominatrix. When they had started six months ago, Jean had been very hesitant and had tried to focus more on the control aspect of their relationship and rarely touched her. Now, Jean was more comfortable using toys and occasionally would rub her and even had Amber eat her out on occasion, though she would always leave before climaxing. Jean had always been reassuring Amber that they were “experimenting” and that they weren’t really ever having sex with each other. Amber sighed as she saved the document and leaned back.

“Well, at least it will be out in the open.” Amber sighed as she leaned back.

“What’ll be out in the open, my little slut?” a sultry voice said from behind Amber.

Amber yelped as she heard her stepmother speak and felt her hands clasp her slender shoulders. She looked back and saw Jean grinning slyly at her. At thirty years-old, Jean looked drop-dead gorgeous. Even though she was wearing a sweater and some jeans at the moment, Amber couldn’t help but admire her stepmother’s fit body and large D-cup breasts that she knew almost every man in their housing division had lusted after. Jean leaned down and lightly kissed her stepdaughter on the forehead, letting her long blonde hair fall over the two of them like a veil. She smiled, her azure eyes beaming as she looked over her stepdaughter.

Without warning, Jean painfully squeezed Amber’s nipples. Amber cried out with a pathetic yelp but didn’t try to resist. She kept her arms down and tried to ignore Jean messing with her already-hard nipples.

“You know, my little slut, you are supposed to help me whenever I have something to carry in.” Jean said coldly as she slipped her hands under Amber’s tanktop and started to pull on her light pink nipples.

“Aaah!” Amber cried out, “I’m sorry mommy! I didn’t hear you drive up.” Amber blurted out. She was already transitioning to her submissive state; whenever one of their sessions started, Amber was only allowed to call Jean “mistress” or “mommy.”

Jean leaned in next to Amber and whispered, “Oh, that’s okay my little candy drop, I didn’t know you would get done early” she twisted Amber’s already stretched nipples, drawing an agonized moan from her stepdaughter, “but that’s not why I have to punish you. Now, can you tell me why I have to hurt your cute little nipples?”

Amber tried to think what transgression she could have made to anger her stepmom but it was hard to concentrate while her nipples were being tortured. After what seemed like hours of having her precious little titties getting pinched and twisted, a revelation hit her:

“Is it…is it cause I forgot to call you when I got home?”

Jean kissed her on the neck but pulled as hard as she could on Amber’s nipples.

“That’s right, my little slut. You’re always supposed to call me when you get home. I want to know that my precious slave is safe and sound. Not to mention,” Jean motioned towards a bag she had left in the doorway, “I don’t want you seeing any of the fun little toys that Santa is bringing you for Christmas.”

“I’m sorry mommy, I was just really excited that finals were over and I forgot!” Amber cried out as tears started to form from the pain.

Jean released Amber, letting the younger woman breathe a sigh of relief before she ordered her to take off her tank-top. Amber quickly complied and ripped the little thing off of her body without a moment’s hesitation; she wasn’t afraid of being nude around her stepmother and her abused tits were being irritated by the cloth. Jean then ordered her to stand up and take her shorts off so she could be inspected. Amber once again did so but grew nervous when Jean withdrew her riding crop, which consisted of a small rectangular patch of leather attached to a flexible, black metal wand. Amber knew what Jean could do with that little instrument and shuddered a bit as her stepmother slapped its tip against the desk to test its durability. As Jean took a seat in the chair that Amber had been using, Amber noticed that Jean hid a couple of objects behind her back. Still, Amber knew she wasn’t supposed to ask questions while she was being inspected so she stood in front of her stepmother and held her arms behind her back while her stepmother looked her over.

Jean carefully examined every inch of her stepdaughter’s naked front, trailing the riding crop’s leather tip across Amber’s pale flesh. She started with her feet, making sure that Amber had kept her toenails clipped and painted a light pink. Satisfied, Jean guided the crop between Amber’s legs and ran the length of each leg up to her shaved mound, searching for any hair; she smiled a wicked grin when Amber shivered from the crop being placed near her privates and delivered a light smack to the young girl’s left inner thigh.

“Don’t move pet. It makes it harder to see if you’ve been my good little toy or not.” Jean ordered as she saw Amber try to suppress a squeal of pain.

Jean spent some time rubbing Amber’s mound, even taking some time to part her swollen labia and patting her engorged clitoris with the riding crop. She observed the wetness of Amber’s pussy and kept a curious gaze on her face as she once again looked up at her stepdaughter’s face.

“So I guess today’s entry is particularly steamy?” Jean pulled Amber’s right arm from behind her back and began sniffing and licking her fingertips, searching for Amber’s scent, “Or have you been playing with yourself without permission again?”

Amber tried to keep a straight face as she answered but Jean kept stimulating her nether regions with the cold riding crop and Amber was already so aroused.

“No mistress Jean, I just wrote what you wanted me to and…oh, please don’t make me answer while you’re doing that.” A hard slap on her right thigh made Amber shriek with surprise. Catching herself, she finished:

“And I just got really aroused.”

Jean took the crop and used it to push up each of her step daughter’s proud little breasts. Satisfied that Amber managed to keep a straight-face, Jean led the crop up the young-woman’s chest and put the leather tip in front of her mouth. Amber sucked on the tip, tasting her own wetness until Jean pulled it out.

Jean smiled, “If you’re soaking from just writing, I can’t wait for you to read it aloud to me and my friends.”

Amber gasped, horrified that she would not only have to reveal her sexual preferences to her stepmom but she would also have to do it while Jean’s online friends watched. Jean’s friends were a kink group that met online to share stories of their conquests and occasionally have meet-ups with each other. Jean had recently started a private channel for them where they could watch her carry out her sessions with Ted or Amber. They only responded through text but they loved watching Amber be embarrassed in front of the camera. Sometimes, when she was too busy, Jean would even let them direct the session and Amber would have to take all their requests.

Seeing her stepdaughter’s frightened face, Jean just rolled her office chair over to the door and retrieved a couple of objects, a candy cane and a set of nipple clamps. from the bag while she put on a sadistic smile.

“Present yourself, slut.” Jean said as she unwrapped the candy cane. The thing wasn’t really a cane so much as it was a thick pole of sugar with a candy-cane stripe.

Amber nodded and obeyed, albeit reluctantly. She turned to face the computer monitor and bent over so her face was only a few inches away from the screen and her butt was proudly pushed out towards Jean. She then spread her legs wide so Jean would have an easy time examining her ass.

“That’s really good, pet. Here’s a treat for you, be sure to make it nice and wet.” Jean said as she pushed the candy cane into Amber’s mouth. Amber sucked on it hungrily, using her right hand to steady the piece of candy once Jean released it; she had a good idea what it would be used for and wanted to make sure she narrowed the thick thing down as best as she could.

Jean then attached the clamps. Amber let out a soft cry; she wasn’t used to nipple clamps, having only had them used on her a couple of times, but they felt better than the previous abuse Jean had given her poor little nipples a few minutes ago. As she tried to get used to the pain, Amber heard a slight jingle of bells. She took a quick look down and saw that, attached to the ends of the little strips of metals that hung from the silver clamps were small bells. Amber tried to focus on whittling the candy cane down with her mouth but started to blush as she felt Jean slip a red Santa hat over her forehead; Jean loved dressing Amber up when she wasn’t in school and it was clear what type of cosplay she was going to make Amber wear. Jean confirmed her fears by buttoning an extremely small skirt around her waist. The little skirt was a felt Santa red miniskirt with a bit of white faux fur running around its bottom. Amber could feel her ass hanging out and figured that the miniskirt barely covered anything. Amber’s embarrassment wasn’t over though, as she hear Jean pull on some latex gloves with a chilling snap.

Jean just chuckled as her slave shivered in fear:

“Just keep enjoying your little treat, my little slut. Mommy is going to make sure you’re nice and presentable for her friends.” Jean said as she squeezed Amber’s butt cheeks and pulled them apart, searching for any little hairs.

Amber kept focusing on the long stick of candy in her mouth, which she had worn down to a narrow point on one end. Her mouth was almost dry from all the sugar and her tongue was almost worn out from all of the sucking and licking. She was about to stop and move down the pole when she heard Jean start to click her tongue. Knowing what was coming, Amber took the candy out of her mouth and bit down on her lip.

“Oh my, little slut, you seemed to have missed a few hairs.” Jean said, pulling open a drawer and retrieving a pair of long metal tweezers. Jean had to look hard for them but she had found a five small hairs right outside of her young submissive’s asshole.

“Don’t you worry though, your mistress is going to fix this right up for you.” Jean plucked one of the hairs, taking her time to uncurl it and stretch it out before ripping it from its dark little follicle. She grinned as the act drew a squeal of pain from Amber.

“Poor baby.” Jean said mockingly as she uncurled another hair and playfully tugged at it, “You know, you could just ask me to stop and we could sit on the couch, stepmom and stepdaughter, talk about our vacation and do girly things.”

Despite being on the verge of tears from the clamps and her very sensitive hairs being pulled, Amber shook her head. She knew Jean was trying to get her to say her safety-word so she would have to spend the next few days begging her step-mother to start up their sessions again. This had happened several times in the past and Jean had always made her go through hoops before she would even let Amber so much as lick her boots.

“Good girl,” Jean said, an earnest smile spreading across her face. She didn’t give any mercy to Amber though; each hair was ripped out in rapid succession and Amber was left with her legs buckling and a couple of tears streaming down her innocent face. Jean took a moment to comfort and praise her faithful pet.

Wrapping her arms around Amber’s waist, Jean cooed, saying, “You’re doing so well pet. You have no idea how proud of you I am. When we’re done today, if your father’s not home yet, I want you to think of a nice little reward for yourself.”

Seeing Amber brighten up, Jean returned the tweezers to the drawer and withdrew a small jar of lube. She pulled off the lid and dipped her right index and middle fingers into the mess, coating them in a thick goop. She stroked the small of Amber’s back with her left hand and shushed her as she slid her index finger into her ass and encountered some resistance as she began to thrust in and out of her ass. Amber started to squirm; the lube was a warming jelly that that was mixed with a bit of ginger root to give an intense heat. The warmth was driving Amber mad but it was also making her even more aroused, as the stimulation from her stepmother’s probing fingers, the warming lube, and the jingling nipple clamps made her start to moan from a mix of pain and pleasure.

“You’re such a beautiful girl, my little pet.” Jean said softly as she pushed her middle finger into Amber’s ass and started to pump it in and out along with her index finger.

“Thank you…mistress.” Amber panted out between her grunts and moans of pleasure. Amber thought of how ridiculous this would of seemed a year ago: if she had been told at eighteen that in less than two years she would be bent over and having her ass probed by her stepmother while she was dressed up as a slutty Santa’s helper, she would have laughed. Now, as a small bit of drool escaped her lips and the heat intensified in her tight little rectum, Amber couldn’t imagine life without these sessions.

“Does that feel good, slut?” Jean inquired as she sped up the thrusts of her fingers which were now flying in and out of Amber’s loosening butthole. She then took her other hand and reached under Amber, being sure to ring the nipple clamps, and took the candy cane from her.

“Yes, mommy, it feels really good.”

“Then why don’t you get the show started so our friends can join in?” Jean suggested as she added her ring finger and readied the candy cane.

Amber nodded and logged in to the private channel; she was nervous about being dressed this way in front of the perverts on the stream but at least logging in would let Amber pull some of her attention away from the number Jean was pulling on her ass. As the stream loaded and synched up with Jean’s webcam, Amber kept hoping that no one would be on; she always felt awkward not seeing the people she was naked in front of. Even though Jean had made Amber service several men in the past, at least she had been able to see what they were doing or feel them. With the webcam, she had no idea who was on the other side other than the fact that they always wanted her to do naughty things and were always insinuating the even more extreme things they were planning to do to her.

To Amber’s chagrin, two of Jean’s friends were on: Dirtydad69 and Jockoff. Amber knew the two of them really well; they never missed a chance to watch her. Jockoff loved making Amber masturbate and always kept complimenting her figure and giving advice how to get in better shape while making her exercise in the nude. Dirtydad69 always made Amber feel really uncomfortable, which was why Jean loved leaving Amber alone in the study with him. He wanted her to always call him ‘daddy’ and loved telling Amber how much he wanted to have her over and be his naughty daughter. He always requested that Jean take the paddle to Amber and beat her butt red, even if she had been good. Jean only occasionally complied but she loved threatening Amber by telling her that she would leave her at Dirtydad69′s house for a weekend if she didn’t keep her grades up or disobeyed her. Jean always hinted that Amber knew these two, in addition to several other members on the channel, which creeped Amber out even more.

Dirtydad69: Hey Jean, glad to see you on.

Jockoff: Sup Jean? I just got off work, glad to see I didn’t miss you. What’s on the menu today?

Jean laughed, “Oh I figured Amber and I would wish you all a Merry Christmas before we went to Hawaii.”

With that, she spread Amber’s cheeks and, removing her fingers, drove the candy cane in, which led to Amber shrieking in surprise. The lube made the part she had narrowed slide in easy but only for the first inch. The sudden entry had tensed her muscles and her rectum clamped on to it. Jean kept pushing, despite the resistance, until the thickest part of the candy cane was spreading Amber’s tight little ring open. Amber groaned, she wasn’t used to anything of this size in her ass and Jean was pumping it in and out just as fast as if she were working Amber’s busy with a small dildo. Still, Amber had learned to appreciate the feeling of being stretched open and the lube was making the whole thing a lot better. The pleasure was almost equal to the pain.

Dirtydad69: That’s a bad girl Amber. You shouldn’t make a sound until your mistress tells you to. Jean, might I suggest a good spanking?

Jockoff: I agree. Amber, you’re normally so well-behaved…I like the outfit by the way.

Jean moved the camera first so they could see the nipple clamps and then so they could see Amber’s butt and the stripped piece of candy that was being thrust in and out of it.

“Thanks Jockoff. You know, you two are right but since this is the biggest thing she’s ever taken, I think we should be lenient. How about twenty whacks?”

Amber grit her teeth as she read the next responses; even with just her hands, Jean could deliver some serious damage.

Dirtydad69: Okay, but if she makes another sound, I want the paddle to come out.

“Of course. In fact, how about if this little slut makes a single shriek, she spends tomorrow with you?” Jean said with a wicked laugh as she delivered the first smack on Amber’s ass, never interrupting the use of the candy cane. Amber bore it with a few tears building up but kept silent.

Dirtydad69: Sounds great! Maybe she could teach my girl to take a little punishment.

Jean just smiled and kept making small talk as she smacked Amber’s ass with all the force she could muster. Each smack filled the room with a deafening crack and soon Amber’s cheeks were as red as her face. Amber let her tears flow freely as the twentieth smack landed on her ass. The candy cane was now going in and out of her really fast and she knew she was going to cum soon. Though it was tempting to just let Jean finish her off, Amber knew she would get in trouble if she came without permission. She motioned to speak.

“Yes Amber?” Jean asked as sweetly as she could, “Now that your ass is red for the holidays, do you have something to say?”

Amber nodded. “Yes mommy. I’m sorry I made a noise before and also…uhm,” Amber stammered, embarrassed that she had to say it in front of an audience, “I’m going to cum.”

Jean sighed and stopped driving the thick candy cane in and out of Amber’s ass.

“I’m sorry, mommy.”

Jean petted Amber’s short hair. “No, that’s a good thing you did, my pet. You need to learn to be less sensitive but we can work on that.”

Jockoff: What a good girl! Jean, why don’t you give her a reward? Oh, and could you take a picture of her ass? I want to make that my new desktop.”

“Yes to the picture, dear but no to the reward; Amber will be having a playmate come by in a little bit so I think she can hold on till then.” Jean answered as she withdrew a digital camera and snapped several photos of her stepdaughter’s ass, the candy cane still lodged inside and its cheeks as red as the little skirt she was wearing. Jean put it away with a wicked smile: she had some plans for those pictures.

“Now Amber, since we have an audience, why don’t you sit on my lap and read what you wrote?” Jean asked as she finally slid the candy cane out of Amber’s ass and looked at her open asshole; her stepdaughter had progressed quite a bit in the last six months, she’d soon be taking more in both holes.

Amber practically collapsed on her stepmom’s lap, her entire ass still sensitive from the spanking and the candy cane. She almost jumped up when she felt the rough denim of her stepmom’s jeans rub against her tingling ass but settled down, not wanting to get punished further. She quickly scrolled up, hoping Jean hadn’t seen the last part yet, and began to read slowly through her entry. Dirtydad69 and Jockoff remained silent for the most part, occasionally making her repeat a sentence or ask Jean to squeeze and shake Amber’s tits so they could hear the nipple clamps ring.

When they got to the section that concerned Amber’s fantasies, they started making tons of comments. This was because Amber’s first two fantasies were a bit more kinky than usual. The first one involved three men breaking into the house, ripping her clothes off and gang-banging her until she passed out from exhaustion, cum leaking from her holes. While Amber wasn’t too much into the pain part of her training, she loved when Jean blindfolded her and took charge, sometimes inviting men over.

Dirtydad69: Last I checked, hasn’t Amber not even taken a dick in her ass? I think you might be biting off a bit more than you can chew little girl.

Jockoff: That’s right. Besides, there’s no way Jean would let anything happen to her precious baby girl, right Jean?

Jean’s eyes beamed. “You’re right Jockoff, I’d never let anything happen to her and we live in a safe little house with security cameras everywhere.” Jean took a moment to kiss Amber’s neck. “Though if my sweet little Amber were to get violated in this house by three men who just happened to have a spare key, I’d be sure to ask your help in watching the footage for hours so we could bring them to justice…or another round with her.” She laughed as she felt Amber stiffen in her lap as the two people online typed out agreements and ‘lols.’

Without offering any reassurance that she would protect Amber from such an event, Jean ordered her to continue and began rubbing her pussy, whispering that Amber had better hope she didn’t cum if she didn’t want to be thoroughly punished until her father got home. Amber continued, the second fantasy involving sex with Santa Claus. Amber had seen some porn online of a beautiful girl being ravaged by a mall Santa Claus. Amber thought the idea was kinky, like her sessions with Jean, it was a taboo act that combined rough treatment with someone caring. It wasn’t a really fleshed out fantasy, she would just catch Santa Claus in the act and he would ask her for a present in return. Dirtydad69 ate it up, suggesting that Santa Claus should punish her for being a naughty girl and tie her up after smacking her ass. He could even pull out some adult toys from his bag as her presents and make sure she liked them by satisfying her with them. Jockoff and Jean just laughed and said that at least Amber was already dressed for the part.

Jean felt Amber get close again so she stopped rubbing her slit, “Go on honey, why don’t you read the last bit so I can get you ready for our guest?”

“Mommy, before I read it, can I say something?” Amber said, desperate.

Jean squeezed her nipples and pulled on the clamps but she nodded.

“Okay, but make it fast.”

“I really love having you as a mistress and a stepmom. I don’t want this to stop, punish me if you want but please don’t hate me for what I wrote.” Amber stammered out as she shivered in Jean’s lap.

Jean looked puzzled but she released her stepdaughter’s nipples. She wondered what could be worrying her so much considering the fantasies that had come before it. Still, she prodded Amber and ordered her to read. Amber sighed and started. The two people online paid attention, loving the details of the two girls’ bodies intertwining and the orders the fantasy’s Jean gave to them. Including things like sharing a double-sided dildo and taking turns with a strap-on. To Amber’s surprise, both Dirtydad69 and Jockoff knew Chelsea and both had fantasies about her, Dirtydad69 was especially interested in Amber’s desire for her classmate. Jean remained silent throughout the reading, not even commenting when Amber got to the part where Jean joined them and began pleasuring Chelsea and Amber before fucking Amber who would be eating out Chelsea.

“And then, when I make Chelsea cum, mommy turns me over and French kisses me until she makes me cum with the strap-on. When I do, she pulls a blanket over all of us and keeps whispering how much she loves me while I tell her the same and the two of us rub our pussies together until we cum together and fall asleep in each other’s arms.” Amber finished, waiting for a reaction from her audience.

Dirtydad69: Damn! Now that was a hot little story. I’ll have to go show it to my pet right away.

Jockoff: So glad to see you have some fantasies outside of men! Remind me to stop by some time and join in. Jean, I had no idea the two of you were that close, I thought you were keeping things “nice and professional.” Knew you couldn’t keep away from tasting the forbidden fruit.

Jean just gave a half-hearted smile, “Well, it looks like that’s all the time we have today. Jockoff, I’ll send you those photos later.” She then logged off and looked at Amber.

“So my pet, how long have you hid that you were bisexual from me?” Jean asked, her voice not betraying how she felt about this revelation.

“I’ve known since I was fourteen. I would have told you but I was worried you wouldn’t want me as your pet anymore.” Amber admitted.

“And how long have you wanted me to sleep with you and not just be your mistress?

Amber gulped.

“After you started living here, when I was fifteen. It was that day we only had one working shower so you and me had to share it. I saw you naked and couldn’t get the thought out of my head. You’re just so sexy.” Amber started to cry. “When you took me on as your slave, I was so happy. You made me feel so good and when you let me touch you, I was in heaven. I knew I should have told you when you started letting me lick your pussy but it was just so good that I didn’t want you to stop. I’m sorry. You’re a great mom and a great master and I’m such a horrible person; I should have told you.” Amber was now in hysterics.

“Amber, there’s nothing to be sorry about.” Jean said, hugging her and taking off the nipple clamps; she only called Amber by her name when their sessions were over or if she wanted to talk to her as her stepmom during their playtime, “You’re my beautiful, smart, kinky, little stepdaughter…you are a great person and I won’t have you think of yourself any other way. True, you should have told me but I wouldn’t have turned you away.”

Jean turned Amber around and held her half-naked body to her, ignoring the snot and tears that still streamed down her stepdaughter’s face and fell on her sweater.

“I love you Amber. I love being your master and getting to control you but I never want you to have to hide a part of yourself because you think I’ll hate you for it.” Jean said, kissing Amber’s cheek, “Besides, it wasn’t like I didn’t suspect you were a little attracted to me. Now, I thought you were just trying to find an outlet for your sexuality, and seeing me and your father go at it just got your motor running, but this does make more sense. If I had known though, I would have been more careful to bring some women over so you could explore that part of your sexuality.”

Amber dried her tears.

“Mommy…Jean, I really do find you attractive and I do love you. You’ve been so kind to me and I know dad is crazy about you. I’d be more than happy if we just kept things like they are but I would like to get to make love to you as a woman, not just your submissive.”

“I’ll have to think about it Amber. You have to understand, your father isn’t crazy about the two of us doing what we already do, and that’s just what we let him see, but he tolerates it since he sees it as drawing you out of your shell; if we had sex, we couldn’t really look him in the face and tell him it was just innocent; and I’m not going to lie to my husband.”

Amber looked glum but put on a quick smile. “So it isn’t a matter of you not being attracted to me, huh?”

Jean chuckled. “When did my little candy drop get such a smart mouth? Look, how about you get washed up, we’ll have dinner with your father, and we can bring it up while we’re in Hawaii; he’s a lot more suggestible when he has a few drinks in him.”

“That still doesn’t tell me what you think about me Jean. Besides, don’t I have a guest I need to see to?” Amber asked, rising out of Jean’s lap.

A mischievous smile came over Jean’s face, “You’re absolutely right my little slut. As a punishment for not telling me about that fantasy earlier, you have to meet him alone. Still, it’s a pretty simple task: just serve Walter a piece of pie without using a plate or a spoon. Be careful though, he doesn’t want that pie frozen and you can’t use the microwave. If you can’t figure it out, I’ve given him free reign to do whatever he wants. When you’re done, or Walter’s done with you, wash up and come to my bedroom for inspection. Oh, and if Walter makes you cum, you go home with him and I’ll be by to pick you up in the morning.” Jean playfully pinched Amber’s still engorged clit.

Amber nodded and ran to the kitchen where she ripped a frozen key lime pie out of the freezer and broke off a slice. Walter was another of Jean’s friends that creeped Amber out; he was the sixty-five year old mailman that delivered mail to their street. While he was a perfectly nice man most of the time, the idea that someone she knew from before she even wore a training bra wanted to fuck her was disturbing. Possibly because of this, Jean loved getting the two of them in the same room or finding ways to involve him. For a while, Jean had even stolen Amber’s panties and let Walter jerk off into them; making Amber wear them and feel his cum on her private parts as she walked around during the day. He also had been bringing bukkake porn for the past three months for Amber to watch and was more than happy to tell her about how much he’d love to see her in a film.

Amber tried to think of a way to warm the pie up and serve it to Walter, when a horrific realization came over her. Knowing what her stepmom meant, Amber sighed and got up on to the dining room table, laid down, and placed the piece of pie between her legs, placing what she could of her miniskirt over it. The pie was freezing on her private parts and it wasn’t making her any less aroused, so Amber tried to think of anything else. She tried squeezing the key lime pie with her legs, hoping it would start to thaw. She kept at it for ten minutes, until the front door opened and she heard the sound of boots stomping snow off in the doorway.

Amber looked up at the ceiling when she felt Walter’s gloved hands on her legs. She heard a nasally grunt as his rough snow gloves rubbed her inner thighs. She figured he would just flip up her skirt and start eating the pie but instead he skipped over it and let his hands travel up to her breasts where he started to squeeze and fondle them. Amber squirmed from the touch and moaned; her already abused b-cups were still very tender.

“Oh, Amber, I didn’t see you down there.” Walter said with his gravelly voice as his head moved into Amber’s view, “Your mom left a slice of pie for me, have you seen it?”

Amber took a moment to look at Walter’s face before she answered. He was wearing his blue trapper hat over his gray hair and his chin was covered by the collar of his thick warm coat but Amber could still see his leering smile and hungry black eyes. Walter had a heavily wrinkled face, even for his age, and it always seemed to be contorted into a wicked little grin. He was also a heavy smoker and Amber could smell it on his breath and clothes. Still, while there were a lot of things she found disgusting about Walter, she couldn’t help but get a little aroused by the absolute desire in his eyes.

“It’s under my skirt, Walter. I wanted to try and warm it up so it wouldn’t be too hard for you to eat.” Amber said, trying to look away.

Walter looked down at the tiny little skirt but just grinned and leaned in till his crooked nose was just a few inches away from Amber’s. His warm breath filled her nostrils and she had to suppress a cough as she tasted the tobacco smell on her tongue.

“Not that I don’t trust you Amber but I was told it was some pretty special pie. I better make sure you didn’t sneak any of it.” Walter said before he plunged his tongue into the young teen’s mouth.

Amber knew it was coming but she still almost gagged. Walter was extremely aggressive with his tongue, practically assaulting her little tongue and scraping the sides of her mouth with his rough tongue. Amber took a couple seconds to adjust to the older man’s kiss and met it; while she wasn’t that into it, she knew that not doing anything would just make Walter keep going. She started trying to tangle her tongue with his and let her right hand slide up behind Walter’s hat and pulled his head in close. She then let a soft moan, half-faked, issue forth from her mouth when Walter stopped to take a breath. Wanting to see if she could speed things up, Amber let her left hand slide out and rub against Walter’s crotch; he’d clearly been thinking about this moment for some time based on the size of his bulge. Despite how nervous she was, Amber kept trying to pleasure Walter so he would hurry up; Walter wasn’t quite like Jean’s other friends, he didn’t need to be in charge and really just wanted to get a little action.

“Well, Walter,” Amber said, gasping as their lips unlocked. “Are you convinced that I didn’t eat any pie?”

“I guess so, baby girl.” Walter said with one of his big belly laughs. He moved back to the other end of the table and lifted her miniskirt up, revealing the now thawed piece of key-lime pie. “Mmm, this pie sure looks good!” Walter said, licking his lips, “The key-lime looks good too, by the way.”

Amber nervously laughed at his bad joke, hoping he would quickly eat the pie and leave. However, Walter took his time, spreading her legs and licking the bits of pastry that were stuck to her thighs. Amber tried to exaggerate her moans but soon found herself loudly moaning for real as the elderly mailman started teasing her slit by running his tongue between her labia and taking small bites of the pie that was precariously balanced on top of her mound.

“Shhh…girl, I’m trying to enjoy this pie.” Walter said as he licked all the way up her slit and flicked her little bean-shaped clitoris, letting the pie almost flip over. “Here, how about you share some of this with me?”

Walter took a large bite out of the key-lime pie and carried it in his mouth back to Amber. This time, Amber gave in much easier to Walter’s advance and let her tongue dart around his as he pushed the piece of pie into her mouth, slowly tearing the confection apart as the sweet tangy taste of the key-lime mixed with the whipped cream on their taste buds. For a moment, Amber forgot who she was kissing and just enjoyed the feeling of Walter’s tongue and hers cleaning each other’s mouth of every delectable particle of pie. Walter pulled away, grinning, and repeated the process with another bit of pie. Amber surrendered to Walter and even made authentic moans of pleasure as they broke each kiss; the experience of having her senses of taste and touch stimulated at the same time as she was aroused was driving her insane. Walter let his gloved hand rub the young woman’s sensitive mound, keeping her nice and wet. Amber started involuntarily thrusting against his hand, her body aching for release. The last bit of key-lime almost fell off before Walter quickly lunged at it with his mouth and caught it like a dog going after a biscuit. He smiled as he quickly gulped it down and flashed a toothy grin.

“Glad you liked the pie Walter,” Amber panted, trying to hide how close she was to cumming from just his touches. “Maybe we can do this again some time.”

Walter just rested his mouth back down on her slit, saying, “Who said I’m done yet? We’ve still got all these crumbs to clean off you.” With that, Walter started greedily sucking and licking all of Amber’s sensitive tissue, making the teen start humping against his face and cry out in an animalistic moan of pleasure. This continued on for a few minutes, with Amber trying to desperately think of anything that would keep her from getting any hotter and climaxing. Luckily, she was able to hold on until he stopped.

Unfortunately, Walter was just changing tactics.

“Well, you look pretty good down there,” the lustful senior citizen said as he unzipped his fly and fished out a very thick six and a half inch dick, “but I think a couple bits of pie went up your snatch. I better go fish them out with my rod here.”

Without even waiting for Amber to protest, Walter lifted up the teens legs and started to thrust wildly into her tight cunt. Amber knew Walter’s cock well, he was one of the first of Jean’s friends to go to the clinic in town and get tested for any type of VD; Jean’s only rule for getting to be brought in on her sessions with Amber. While it was only around average length, Walter’s cock was so thick that Amber could barely touch her thumb and middle finger together when she was stoking it. It also bent upwards, so it was directly touching her g-spot as it was thrust into her. Even though Walter wasn’t very attractive to Amber, she had to admit that his cock felt amazingly good and the energy he had as he thrusted straight through her resistances and planted his dick all the way into the hilt and slapping his nuts against her bottom was so primal that Amber couldn’t help but scream out in ecstacy.

“Walter, please, you’re going to make me cum.” Amber pleaded in between moans.

Walter just smiled and kept penetrating her little hole.

“Well, I can’t help if that’s what happens.” Walter said, chuckling, “I’m just trying to make sure you don’t have any pie crumbs in your snatch.”

Amber realized, as her climax came ever closer to being inevitable, that Walter probably knew what would happen if he made her cum and wanted to take her home with him so he could really cut loose. If she was going to be spared, she’d have to find a way to make him stop stretching her pussy open.

“Oh, Walter, it feels really good, you have no idea how good,” Amber said, trying to act seductive as Walter sped up his thrusts and made her pant like a dog, “But if you made me cum, I’d have to go home with you and I wouldn’t be able to try on the swimsuits my mommy got for me…Japanese swimsuits, by the way”

Walter slowed his thrusts. Amber knew she had his attention, whenever she had watched the porn he had given her, she noticed that he really loved Asian bukkake films where the girls were dressed in sukumizus or other types of swimsuits. He loved when the girls’ swimsuits were completely soaked in cum and often wished to see Amber go through the same experience.

“Besides Walter, I just got done with school and I couldn’t give you the attention you deserve,” Amber said, hooking her index finger around her lower lip, “If you waited till after we got back from Hawaii, I could come over to your house and spend the whole day with you and some of your friends, and we could spend the whole day going at it until I was drenched.” Amber tried to hurry, as she felt an orgasm approach, “If we went there now, it would just be you and me for a few hours before we got tired. Tell you what, if you let me finish you off in my mouth, I’ll come over on the Sunday before I go back to school and let you have me till I have to go the next day, as long as my mommy agrees.”

Walter smiled and pulled out. The aged postman then clambered up on to the table and crawled over the teen’s nude form until he was kneeling in front of Amber’s face. He put his dick in front of Amber’s gasping mouth.

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” Walter said as he pushed his hardened dick into her mouth.

Amber just nodded and accepted his manhood, having to almost painfully stretch her mouth around it. Since she didn’t have enough room to move around her tongue as Walter forced his member into the back of her throat, she just tried to shift it underneath his dick and lightly sucked on his length. Walter took his time but made sure each thrust went back as far as Amber’s mouth would allow. He had clearly been close to shooting his load as only five minutes later he pulled out of her mouth.

“You’ve gotten so good girl!” Walter moaned as he jerked off in front of her face, pulling her face up to it. “Here it comes Amber!”

Walter shot four large loads over Amber’s clean face. The first warm load landed right in her mouth, the second made her gag as a bit of it went up her nose and the final two loads landed on the sides of her mouth. Amber hesitantly licked up the cum; she really didn’t like the taste, which was bitter and salty from all the coffee and cigarettes Walter had during the day, but she knew Walter expected it.

Walter zipped up his fly and withdrew a manila envelope which had a decorative ribbon tied around it. Placing it on Amber’s belly, he crawled off the table and walked towards the door saying:

“Make sure that gets to Jean and I’ll see you after you get back,” Walter said, a croaking laugh issuing forth from his throat as he walked out the front door.

Amber waited till she heard the aged postman walk down the block, away from her house. She was utterly humiliated, her face covered in the cum of a man she normally found disgusting and an extremely sensitive pussy that was begging for release from anything after it had been violated by the same man who she now had to spend a day with after she got back from her trip. Amber sighed and got off the table, walking to her step-mother’s bedroom, which was closed.

“Mommy, I know you wanted me to get cleaned up first but Walter gave me something to give to you.” Amber said, knocking on the door.

“Just slide it under the door, pet.” Jean said from behind the wooden door. “I’ll get to it in a moment. Now go clean up; I’ve left some underwear for you in the bathroom to wear when you come back, now hurry up and stash your Santa outfit under the sink.”

Amber did as Jean said and slid the envelope beneath the wooden door. She was confused as to why Jean wanted her to wear something when she inspected her but Amber just went to the bathroom at the end of the hall, sliding her skirt and hat off. Now nude, the teenager entered the bathroom, flipped on the lights, and quickly tossed the two bits of clothing in a drawer under the sink. She spied the underwear Jean had selected for her and was surprised at how conservative the panties and bra were; they were just cotton underwear, no special cut or style.

Confused, Amber stepped into the shower and began to wash off with the movable shower head. Amber had to be careful to not give her legs and pussy too much attention; she was still only a couple of kisses or gentle touches away from having an earth-shattering orgasm. She just made sure that Walter’s slobber was washed off and dried off her mound with a wash cloth and then focused on washing out whatever bit of the sticky mess she could from her ass. It was still very sensitive work but eventually Amber got out whatever remained of the jelly. The young woman then washed her hair and the rest of her body as quickly as she could before she stepped out and gently dried herself on one of the white towels that were stacked next to the sink. Amber let out a small whimper when she dried her breasts; her nipples were still extremely sensitive and the rough fibers on the towel were irritating them. Sliding on the black cotton underwear, Amber headed back to Jean’s room and knocked on the door.

The door slid open and Amber looked stunned when she saw Jean, who was beckoning to her from the king-sized bed that sat in the middle of the room. Amber just walked over silently and let her eyes wander over her stepmother. Jean had shed her jeans and sweater and had now wrapped her fit, tan body in a light blue robe that had a neckline that plunged all the way down to her perfect breasts. The luscious stepmom was drinking from a wine glass and reclining on her right arm as she lustfully gazed at her stepdaughter, who nervously crawled on top of the satin sheets over to her. The two of them stared at each other in silence for some time, both having an idea what was about to happen but neither one wanting to say it. Jean was the first to break the silence as she took a sip of wine before laying the glass down and started stroking Amber’s wet hair.

“So, did you and Walter have a good time, Amber?”

Amber just nodded, becoming more nervous and curious as Jean rubbed her face.

“I watched the two of you on the security camera; he really let you have it, didn’t he?” Jean asked. She placed a finger on Amber’s lips when the young girl tried to speak, “Do you want me to let you cum?”

Amber nodded. Jean didn’t speak but instead turned her over so her young stepdaughter’s cute little back was facing her. Jean crawled over the top of the bed and spooned with Amber, giggling when one of her breaths on the teen’s shoulders made her shudder. She started kissing Amber’s cheek and went down to her neck and shoulder while her left hand slid under the elastic of Amber’s black panties, tenderly touching her ass, and then let it travel to her crotch where Jean began to rub her shaved mound. It didn’t take long for Amber to be brought to the edge of the orgasm that all of the stimulation she had received over the past couple of hours had been pushing her body towards. Jean didn’t give Amber any mercy and let her thumb flick and rub the now moaning girl’s clitoris. Jean nibbled on Amber’s ear, saying:

“Go ahead pet, let it all out, just you and me now.”

Amber started to squeeze her legs against Jean’s hand pressing it nice and tight against her privates. Jean rubbed even faster before she finally plunged two of her fingers into Amber’s sobbing wet pussy. From experience, Jean knew exactly how to reach Amber’s g-spot, so it only took a second for her middle finger to begin massaging Amber’s most sensitive place. Amber started to writhe under and thrust her hips against the invading digit, she then began to moan so loudly that Jean was worried the neighbors would hear.

Between cries of ‘fuck’ and ‘oh god,’ Amber finally orgasmed, her juices flooding all over Jean’s hand. The young woman shuddered on the bed, her legs still clamped down on her stepmother’s hand as she slowly rocked with the waves of pleasure that poured throughout her entire body. As she let out a sigh of relief, Amber felt Jean’s hand slip out from under her legs and travel up to her mouth. Amber dutifully licked her master’s fingers clean of juices and swallowed the nectar with a smile. She just laid there, consumed with the afterglow of her own orgasm and the feeling of Jean’s breathing on her neck, until she felt a tug on her arm.

“Come on my little slut, your reward isn’t over yet.” Jean said as she sat up and pulled Amber up so they were on their knees. “Now face me.”

Still tired from the orgasm she had received, Amber turned to face her stepmom and looked in stunned silence as Jean dis-robed, leaving her magnificent body only hidden under a blue push-up bra and a little lacy g-string. Amber didn’t get time to even question what was happening before Jean launched at her with a kiss. Even when she realized what was happening, Amber was unable to resist the much more skilled tongue’s effect on her and limply tried to get her own tongue to match it, surrendering a moment later as she let Jean have free access to her mouth.

When the kiss broke, Amber finally spoke, her heart pumping like mad:

“What are you doing, mommy?” Amber asked as she felt her stepmother’s hand move behind her back and unclasp her bra, “I thought you said you wanted dad’s permission first?”

Jean ignored her and pulled Amber’s bra off, with a quick move of her hands before she finally answered her stepdaughter’s question:

“Oh we’ll get that soon enough but this is just a reward,” Jean said with a lustful smile. “Besides, now that I know you’re bi and have the hots for a girl in your class, I have to start training you to pleasure women and I’d rather do that now, rather than later. Not to mention, I think four and half years is too long a time for my precious slave to go without a good scissor fucking.”

Jean kissed her quickly on the lips and then pointed to her own bra. “Now could you be a dear and get this off me?”

Amber just nodded and let her hands go back to the clasp on Jean’s bra. Partly due to her only experience unfastening bras being her own and partly due to her nervousness, the nineteen-year-old took some time clumsily pawing at the clasp. Jean kept quiet at Amber’s inexperience but couldn’t suppress a laugh when Amber finally managed to get the stubborn garment unfastened and went wide-eyed as Jean’s breasts bounced free.

“Well, don’t just stare at them pet, you aren’t going to learn how to please a woman by just drooling over her tits.” Jean said as she grabbed Amber’s hands and placed them on her round breasts.

Amber looked into Jean’s eyes as she slowly began to knead her stepmother’s breasts. She felt how firm they were and was surprised how much the nipple’s on Jean’s dark areola stuck out. She brushed the little nubs and hesitantly started to pinch them between her fingers.

“Come on slut, you aren’t going to get a woman off just touching her breasts,” Jean said, getting a little impatient. “We can stop if you’re not ready, I’m sure some of my friends wouldn’t mind giving you orders if you don’t want to take my generous gift.”

Amber shook her head and tried to be more aggressive but all it amounted to was just lightly squeezing Jean’s tits as she shook, almost petrified.

Jean sighed and kissed Amber on the cheek. “Amber, is this really bothering you? Look, I’m not gonna force you or punish you if you don’t want to go further but I need to know what’s wrong.”

“I’m sorry Jean, I…I’ve just thought of this for so long that I guess I can’t believe it’s happening. I really want this, I’m just not sure what to do.” Amber stammered.

“I think I understand,” Jean said, pushing Amber back down on the bed so she was staring up at the ceiling. “Look, since this is your first time, why don’t we drop the master/sub play for a bit and we’ll just take our time,” Jean then added with a wicked gleam in her eye, “I’m going to expect you to only need this soft treatment once though; it’s all paddling and anal play if you don’t properly please me in the future.” Jean then positioned herself over Amber and kissed her, “Now I’m going to play with you a while and I want you to just lie back, stay quiet, and think of what feels good.

Jean began to kiss and lick every inch of Amber, starting at her forehead, then going down to her nose, her lips, her chin, etc. until she reached her chest. Jean took one of Amber’s breasts and began to lightly suck on her nipple while she squeezed and massaged the teen’s free breast with her right hand, drawing some light moans from Amber as her sensitive nipples were pleasured. Jean switched off between the two wonderful lumps of flesh, occasionally tweaking Amber’s taught nipples. Despite her stepdaughter’s silent protests, Jean rose up on her hands and stopped teasing her nipples. Jean took a moment to admire the teen before she spoke:

Dean walked up the steps to the Foster’s palatial estate. It was Saturday, time for his weekly “tennis lesson” with his boss’s wife. Although they never actually played tennis, the only times he ever saw the court was when they were out by the pool fucking, Dean stilled had to dress the part. You never knew when Mr. Foster would make an appearance.

He was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a blue polo top and sneakers. Carrying his tennis bag he made his way to the front door when his cell phone buzzed. He pulled it from his pocket, lowered his sunglasses and read.

“Running late, but please don’t leave. B there ASAP, I really need the workout.”

The young man read between the lines. Mrs. Foster had become careful with her texts, never sure when her husband might read them, but Dean got the picture. Mrs. Foster was in need of a good lay and while she didn’t mind sharing him with her best friend, or her sister in law, she was insistent that she was the first stop on his weekend trysts.

Dean opened the door to the large home and stepped inside out of the heat into the cool air.

“Let urself in” came another text from the cheating housewife.

“Already did.” he thought as he strolled through his boss’s home.

Dean had almost begun to feel guilty about screwing around with his boss’ wife but ever since Dean had solidified a position at the firm Mr. Foster had become more and more of a jerk.

After one particular meeting his boss had pulled him aside when Dean had spoken up and told him to,

“Sit there and keep your fucking mouth shut. I’m not paying you for your opinion.”

Dean had wanted to quit right there, tell the old man to fuck off, but he didn’t. Instead he made a few calls and fucked both Mr. Foster’s wife and sister in law.

“On that very patio in fact.” he thought as he passed the large glass entrance that lead from the kitchen to the back.

Dean set his tennis bag on the large island in the middle of the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He found a beer and opened it. Slugging it back he heard the front door open.

“Oh good, I was worried you’d take longer.” he said, closing the frig.

“Who the fuck are you?” a voice said.

Dean turned, but it was not Mrs. Foster. Save for the dark hair, this was defiantly not Mrs. Foster.

A young woman, Dean guessed early 20′s, stood before him. Where Mrs. Foster was shapely at around 5’5″ this young woman was leaner at around 5’10″. She clearly had a nice body, but in a very modern way as opposed to Mrs. Fosters classic and sensuous curves. This girl was wearing tight black jeans with rips up the legs. She stood even taller then her 5’10″ frame on 4″ black converse all stars heels. She had on a tight white tank top, a wife beater in fact, and it showed off a full sleeve tattoo down her left arm. She had a smaller tattoo on her opposite wrist. She shared Mrs. Foster’s long dark hair but this young woman’s was pulled back, the front in a high poof and the sides of her head were shaved, almost like a mohawk. Her large sunglasses concealed her eyes but he imagined them watching him skeptically.

“Daddy issues much.” the young man thought to himself.

“I work for Mr. Foster, at the firm.” he replied, “and you are?” he asked extending his hand.

She did not take it.

“You work for my father?” she queried. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Oh I am giving your mother tennis lessons.” he answered.

She removed her sunglasses, glaring at him with bright blue eyes covered in too much makeup.

“She is NOT my mother.” she snapped back.

“Step mom?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes.” she answered.

“Makes sense.” he added with a nod.

“What’s that mean?” she continued, walking passed the young man and going to the frig.”

“Oh nothing.” he said, feeling he was already getting a good beat on her.

Dean forgot that Mr. Foster even had a daughter. He remembered the photo on the desk in his office but that was of a much younger girl, barely a teenager then. She looked a far cry from the tattooed punk chick before him. Dean had a feeling Mr. Foster preferred the younger more innocent version.

She pulled out a beer of her own, the fizz of it opening and the clatter of the bottle cap being tossed on the counter was the only sound. She drank from it, eyeing the odd young man in her house.

“I did not know you lived here.” Dean said.

“I was in Europe for a few months, but even when I am here I am not usually here ya know?” she answered.

“Like to stay away?” he asked.

“Are you fucking my step mom?” she asked boldly.

“Excuse me?” he replied, seemingly unruffled as he assumed was her intent.

“Not that I’d really care, my dad probably deserves it.” she added, leaning back on a small breakfast table.

“Some strong words.” he replied.

“Ehhh, you seem too milk toast anyway, probably spend all day kissing my dad’s ass.” she poked.

“I don’t kiss anyone’s ass.” he said firmly.

She raised an eyebrow.

“No? You look like a preppy little weasel to me.” she added.

He laughed.

“You think you got me figured out huh?” he smiled.

“I know your type, I meet one of you every year or so. Running around sucking up to my dad, even trying to date me to get in good with him.” she continued.

“Trust me, I would not try to date you.” he said.

“He probably made you come here, give my step mom lessons.” she added.

“Wrong again.” Dean said.

“No? You look pretty young. Does he have you running around, fetching his coffee, doing whatever you can for a few of his table scraps.” she jabbed.

“What about you.” he retorted.

“What about me?” she said, a little agitated.

“Did you pay for your trip to Europe?” he asked.

“That’s none of your fucking business” she shot back.

“Yeah you don’t seem to be a big fan of mommy and daddy.” Dean said.

“He’s a sellout and she’s a whore, and she is not my moth..” she replied.

“Yeah, yet you have on designer jeans made to look grungy, a tank top that probably cost more then my rent, and what are those sunglasses? Gucci?” he said, cutting her off.

“Fuck you, who the fuck do you think you are.” she said.

Dean stepped a little closer.

“You seem really uptight for such a…” Dean smiled and gestured toward the young girl, “wild looking girl.” he finished.

“What’s that supposed to mean.” she replied.

“When was the last time you got laid.?” he teased.

“Fuck you, you can’t come into my house…” she started

“Your dad’s house.” he interjected, moving closer.

“Whatever. You can’t come in here and talk to me this way.” she pouted.

“I bet no one ever does. No one ever tells you to shut you’re fucking spoiled mouth.” he said calmly.

She slapped him hard across the face. He turned his head, closed his eyes, smiled, and turned back to stare her down. Her heart was racing.

Suddenly he grabbed her aggressively, and kissed her hard on the mouth. She fought against him until he let her go.

Her chest was heaving and she stared him down.

“To answer your question, yes, I am fucking your step-mom.” he pronounced.

His eyes bore holes in hers. She stared back with a wicked look.

“And you are right, your father is an asshole who deserves it.” he said before kissing her again.

This time she dug in and bit at his lip.

“Uhhhh fuck.” he moaned and he yanked her away.

Spinning her he bent her roughly over the kitchen table.

Her body slammed into the wood tabletop.

“Fuck you.” she panted trying to push herself up.

With one hand he pushed her shoulders back down, and with the other he tugged her jeans down over her ass. He admired her nice round bottom. He had to admit for a skinny rich girl, she had a great ass. He showed is appreciation by giving it a nice firm slap.

“Uhhh you little shit.” she moaned.

Dean reached between her legs and felt her sopping wet cunt.

“You love it, you are so fucking wet.” he said

Her head snapped back, staring at him over her shoulder.

“Fuck you.” she growled.

He smiled back and slammed 2 fingers into her dripping pussy.

“Uhhh shit” she yelled, closing her eyes and dropping her head to the table.

The sounds of her wet pussy being finger fucked echoed through the kitchen. She slammed her hands down on the table and pushed up, throwing her head back. Her back arched and she pressed against his hand.

“Yeah you like it don’t you?” he teased.

“Uhhh noooo.” she moaned.

He grabbed her by the throat and pulled her back further.

“Don’t lie” he whispered in her ear as he slammed his hand against her harder.

“Uhh I’m gonna cum” she admitted, reaching back with her tattoo sleeved arm, her hand grabbing her ass, opening herself for him.

“Yess you filthy whore.” he spat, pulling his hand from between her legs and slapping the other cheek.

“Don’t stop.” she begged right before he plunged his fingers back inside her.

He continued his assault on her tight hole and in a matter of seconds she exploded in an intense orgasm. She gripped the table with both hands and she tensed and came all over his hand.

“FUUUUCKK.” she screamed, veins bulging in her neck.

He watched as she came hard then collapsed across the table.

Before she could recover Dean spun her around on her back, laying her on the table.

“You dirty fucker, leave me alone.” she said, but her actions betrayed her as she assisted the stranger young man in removing her jeans.

He yanked them off over her high heels and tossed them too the floor while her hands began work on his khakis. Dean noticed another tattoo running across her flat tummy. They were both breathing heavy as he pulled his shirt off and she freed his steel hard cock. She let out a gasp as she pulled it free and stared at it.

He smiled back down at her. His hands reached out and grabbed the neckline of her top. With animal lust he pulled and ripped the fabric apart, tearing it down the front and exposing her tits.

They were perfectly round b cups, a big contrast to her step mom’s fake DD’s. He reached out, massaging them as she jerked his stiff pole.

“You like them huh.” she growled.

“Your step mom’s are bigger.” he taunted.

She swung to slap him again, this time he blocked it and gave her a smack across her cheek. She looked enraged.

She grabbed his head roughly and pulled him down to her tits.

“Yeah but these are fucking real.” she moaned as he sucked on her erect nipples.

While he sucked on her perfect nipples her hands worked his large piece of meat, trying to pull him inside her. Dean pulled away, smacking her hand from his cock and replacing it with his own. She watched with great anticipation.

“You want it?” he asked, rubbing his cock across her pussy.

“Don’t tease me you asshole.” she growled at him.

“Say it.” he demanded with a grin, slapping head fat head against her swollen clit.

She squirmed on the table, her hips rolling back and forth. He could see she wanted it.

“Say it!” this time he shouted it.

“Uhhh please fuck meee.” she let out.

Dean drove his hips forward, impaling his boss’ daughter with his rock hard cock. She threw her head back and screamed out in pleasure.

She spread her long legs out wide as he pounded her pussy harder then she has ever experienced. Her whole body was shaking across the small kitchen table.

Dean put one foot on the table, grabbed her by the neck, held her still and drove into her deeper then ever. Her muscles tighten as she gripped his arms, unable to even moan, she let this stranger fuck her brains out.

She turned her head trying to capture one of his fingers in her mouth. He let her and watched as she sucked on it, unable to control herself.

“Uhh fuck baby you are so hot.” he said.

She released his finger with a pop.

“Hotter than my step mom?” she teased.

With that he pulled out and yanked her from the table, shoving her to her knees. She didn’t hesitate and just as she hit the floor she had swallowed his entire shaft. He gripped her long mane and fucked her wet throat. Gurgling noises escaped her lips and filled his boss’ kitchen.

“I don’t know but you are gettin there.” he replied.


Mrs. Foster hurried from her convertible to her house. Dressed in a little sundress, sunglasses, and sun hat she made her way up her front stairs, rather quickly considering her 5″ sandals.

She was in need of her weekly visit from her husband’s employee. When she entered her home she expected to find Dean watching TV, but instead she was greeted with the moaning and the distinct sound of flesh on flesh.

When she finally made her way to the source of the noise she found quite a sight.

Dean, her “tennis instructor” was seated on the sofa just off the main kitchen. Her stepdaughter was sitting backwards on his lap, her legs wide as she bounced high and hard on his rigid cock.

Both were sweating and swearing, totally unaware of Mrs. Foster’s presence. Her stepdaughter was slamming down into the boy’s lap; her long ponytail was bouncing wildly with each thrust. Her fashionable poof was loose, strands hanging down in her face. It wasn’t until Mrs. Foster tossed her hat across the room and practically yelled,

“I can’t leave you alone for a second.”

that they finally noticed her.

Dean continued to fuck his new playmate but at a much slower pace.

“Sorry.” the young woman replied with a nasty smirk.

“Not you, him.” Mrs. Foster shot back.

“What?” she said looking over her shoulder at him.

He smiled back.

“First Deborah, then Jane, now Christy.” the married woman pouted.

“Jane?” Christy thought for a moment. “You are fucking, uhh shit, my aunt too?” she said.

“Your name is Christy?” Dean replied.

“You little slut.” the cheating wife added.

Christy shot her step mom a look.

“Yeah this time I was talking to you.” she added.

“Whatever,” she looked back at Dean with a smile “just don’t stop.” she panted.

Dean grabbed her waist, she leant back, resting her hands on his chest, as he slammed up into her, pounding her little cunt.

Mrs. Foster looked on, watching her young stud, chiseled body glistening with persperation, as he pummeled her step daughter’s bald cunt.

“You animal.” Mrs. foster began, removing her sunglasses. “You just better have your stamina today.” she added, taking a seat on a comfy chair across from the sofa.

The unfaithful wife sat and watched her husband’s daughter get absolutely hammered by her young stud. She watched Christy throw her head back, arching her back in a way that was only good for deep fucking. Whenever her hot young ass would meet his powerful hips the sound of their bodies colliding would fill the house. The sound would be joined by Christy’s guttural moans.

Mrs. Foster noticed the young girl’s tank top still draped over her shoulders but torn to shreds. It made the married woman think of the several times he had torn away her own panties in a fit of sex-crazed lust.

Mrs. Foster’s pussy was wet.

Her legs involuntarily opened and she began to rub her thigh. The scene before her was just too hot.

“Fuck her ass.” Mrs. Foster requested.

“What?” Dean replied looking at Mrs. Foster.

“Uhhh yesss please.” moaned Christy to the ceiling, totally consumed with desire.

Dean look back at the hot young woman atop him and smiled. He pulled his stiff prick from her cunt and lifted her. He took her to the row of high stools that lined the kitchen counter and sat her on it.

He positioned her so she was sitting reverse on the chair and she knew what he wanted her to do. She clutched the backrest, wrapped heels around the legs and arched her back. Her round ass stuck obscenely up and off the front of the stool.

Dean dropped down, licking from her pussy to her tight ass. Shivers ran up her spine as he did it over and over before finally standing. He gave her round ass a slap.

“Again” Mrs. Foster demanded.

“Yess.” her stepdaughter cried out.

He obliged, slapping her ass again and again and when Christy reached back with both hands and spread her ass apart, Dean pressed his swollen head to her asshole.

Her body looked incredible, arched and twisted in such an erotic position that Dean’s cock, however impossible to believe, grew harder, and when he slid his rock hard shaft into her tight ass, Christy felt pain and pleasure she had never experiences.

“Uhh yess, fuck my ass.” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Dean plunged only half is thick shaft in her ass, marveling at how tight she was.

“I think she likes it.” Mrs. Foster commented, as she pulled the hem of her dress up and tugged her panties aside.

Dean’s eyes shot to the married slut, watching her work her pussy. He smiled wickedly at her as he took in the scene.

Here he was fucking Mr. Foster’s daughter in her ass, as Mrs. Foster watched on, rubbing her throbbing clit.

Christy let go of her supple ass and twisted to her left, exposing her young naked body to Mrs. Foster. Her tattooed arm swung behind her as she clutched Dean’s neck, trying to pull him closer.

They stared into each other eyes, her mascera running a bit from the sweat, and the few tears caused by his huge cock in her ass.

“Come on, fuck my ass.” Christy taunted.

Dean pushed deeper as Mrs. Foster rubbed her clit furiously.

“Harder you fucking pussy!” the stepdaughter added through gritted teeth.

Dean’s strong hand clutched her tiny waist, pressing it into the seat, her ass sticking out even further, and slammed his hips against her upturned ass.

“Uhhh fuck yesss.” she responded, letting go of his neck and clutching the back of the seat, holding on for dear life as he pounded her tight asshole.

“That’s it fuck that slut.” the step mom encouraged.

“Pleeasse!” the stepdaughter agreed.

Dean grabbed Christy’s shredded tank top and used it like reins, pulling her back into him as he slammed against her.

That tall chair was rocking back and forth, creaking and in danger of collapsing. The shirt ripped completely from Christy’s body, just a rag in Dean’s hand.

Tossing it to the floor he took hold of his tattooed slut’s long mane. Pulling her head back, mere inches from her own round ass, she stared at the ceiling but unable to see, blinded by lust.

“Fuck meeeee.” she begged.

With one hand on her hip, the other in her hair, he did just that. Mrs. Foster watched these 2 beautiful bodies fuck with such force. She worked herself, feeling she was close.

Dean pounded her tight ass until finally he announced.

“I’m gonna cum!”

Mrs. Foster snapped to attention, sitting up, still working her throbbing clit.

“Yes, cum on her, cum on her slut face.” she demanded.

“Uhhh you fucking bit…” Christy began.

Dean yanked her from the stool and shoved her to her knees before she could finish the sentence. She stared up at him, panting, chest heaving. She was rubbing her own wet pussy, as was her step mom, while Dean stroked his impossibly hard cock.

A chain reaction occurred as Dean ejected a huge rope of cum into the air, landing across Christy’s hair, down her face and into her mouth. Christy spit cum from her mouth and came hard, stiffening up as Dean continued to send thick potent ropes of cum onto her face.

The whole scene was so hot, so depraved, it sent Mrs. Foster over the edge and she too came.

All three orgasmed together, their moans mixed into one song of animal lust, all sharing in this moment of hedonism.

Christy knelt in amazement, her face plastered with cum. On her nose and forehead, all in her hair and even the shaved side of her head dripped with hot young cum.

Dean stood over her, panting, staring at this sexual goddess. The only thing that snapped him out of it was the sound of high heels clattered across the hardwood floor.

Mrs. Foster sauntered over to him, took him by the hand and said.

Sitting back in a large hot tub perched on a bluff overlooking the fabulous ocean coast, surrounded by FIVE promiscuous women in string bikinis and three other perverted guys, all my attention was focused on the hottest 18 year old I’d ever met. This skinny but chesty, long-haired brunette with a perfect ass proved to be an incredible slut, and all of us in the hot tub had her ex-stepmom to thank for it.

The sex party that ran from night into morning probably would have been incredibly satisfying anyway, but the fact that I got to meet and fuck this gorgeous, slutty 18 year old bitch was the sexual highlight of my life, I think.

The ocean’s evening breeze was cooling off the remnants of a scorching hot, summer day. Nine of us swingers were nicely spread around this rich guy’s huge back-patio hot tub, relaxing our weary and sun-fried bodies from a long afternoon on a sailboat. Because it matters, let me explain who was there.

First, there was me, Vince, with my regular swinging girlfriend, Elan. I’m 41, she’s 38, and we’re both married — just not to each other. Now, my wife knew I was dating Elan, and knew I was fucking her on overnight booty calls. My wife lets me do it, we have an “open” marriage. What my wife doesn’t know is, Elan and I are swingers, we usually hook up with other couples and trade sex partners. On occasion, like that particular night, we went to a small swinger party where an orgy was sure to break out.

There were three other swinger couples at the party, but what made this party unique was, like Elan and myself, none of the couples were married to each other.

We were hosted by this Internet-savvy rich guy, Dozer, who had made a few million already a couple years before his 40th birthday. His girlfriend was a very busty blonde named Trixie. Although she was only 27, she looked older than Dozer, to be honest — she’d spent so much time in the sun, her skin was leathery, wrinkly, almost worn out. But with long-blonde hair, a skinny body and big, fake C-cup tits, she was a “trophy wife,” if you know the term. With Dozer, of course, she was just arm jewelry for him, they weren’t hitched yet.

Another couple was this very rich guy Thom and his very young mistress, a gorgeous, big-titted Chinese girl named Giana. This is what money gets you. Thom as pretty studly, even being 50 years old — fit, hunky, handsome. When you have those looks and millions of bucks in the bank, you get to have a mistress who is only 20 years old, a college student, and hot as the fucking Sun. She had a skinny little Asian body, plus I’m sure bought-and-paid-for tits, those hooters were way out of proportion on her chest, just like Trixie’s. Thom was married to some broad somewhere, but when he went swinging, he took this hot bitch Giana with him.

The third couple was another guy in his 50s, Rick, and his — get this — step-daughter, Caroline Rae, who went by the name “Roxy.” She was only 23, the daughter of his recent, second wife. I guess the second wife didn’t want Rick to go to swinger parties, so he took his horny step-daughter instead. Roxy was somewhat hot, but a little shy. She was pretty, with light-brown hair and an attractive face, plus big (natural) hooters. But she had a little flesh around the tummy and buttocks, which contrast her to the exquisite bodies of Elan, Giana and Trixie — however, for a swinger, she wasn’t bad at all. There are some real dogs who want to swing. Roxy was sexy with a good body, and allegedly she had gone to swinger events with him before, but to be honest, she definitely seemed like the least interested in sex of everyone. All day she’d been clinging to her step-daddy’s side, virtually attached to him. Even when I was talking to her — she’s sweet, I’ll say — she was hand-in-hand with her stepfather. I wouldn’t say she was in love with him, but it was more like, he was her security blanket. It was obvious he dragged her to the party, possibly unwillingly. That does happen with swingers, sometimes. Guys just want a “ticket” into a party, needing a female to attend, even if she doesn’t want to fuck around herself.

But I haven’t described yet the ninth participant of our sex party — the 18 year old, Vivian. She was brought to the party by her ex-step-mom, the worn-out blonde Trixie of the leathery skin and boob job. Trixie used to be married to Vivian’s dad, but her daddy dumped Trixie for another, even younger wife. I guess Trixie’s ultimate revenge was that she became buddies with the guy’s teen daughter, and now that the girl was 18, she got to hand out with her ex-stepmom at swinger parties.

Vivian was the star of the show, in my eyes, just comparing her to the other chicks. She had a very cute, very pretty face: small, round nose, very light freckles on soft cheekbones, more round than triangular face. Her frame was small and narrow, she had natural B-cup titties that looked perfectly proportionate to her slim hips, and one smoking, heart-shaped, no-fat-on-that ass that made my mouth water. Wearing a string bikini that left virtually nothing to the imagination when wet, I’d been staring at this teen all afternoon on the boat and now in the hot tub. Perfect tits, perfect butt, equally scrumptious legs. She wasn’t as eye-popping as the Asian slut Giana, but to me, Vivian was hotter — more natural, more next-door kind of girl, but unbelievably hot.

Seriously, just watching Vivian — and the other hot women — in string bikinis all afternoon, that was pleasurable enough. The fact that an all-out, everyone-fuck-everyone orgy was on the horizon, that made it all the better.

* * * * *

This was going to be our third swinger party, but the first one where it sounded — from the hosts’ advance description — that it would be more orgy and less random change of partners. Our first party was a “key” party, where six couples met up and randomly changed the girl/guy pairings; I took to a motel a pretty Latina, while Elan went home with some guy whom I don’t even remember. The next party was more hook-up than sex party, I got laid by one woman at it and that was that. So, when Dozer explained that the party would end in his hot tub and living room — with everyone staying there — it screamed “orgy” all over it, and I couldn’t wait for it.

Upon arriving at his summer house on the beach, the bonus was that there would be three girls 23 years young or younger — even a teenager still in high school! My eyes fixated on Vivian in her string bikini from the outset, even though my girlfriend Elan scoffed at the notion that a high school senior-to-be would be a better fuck than an experienced female. Maybe she was comparing teen boys to real men, I don’t know, but I mentally disagreed with her. With a tiny bikini bottom that showed off half of her succulent, perfect ass, Vivian definitely looked like a hotter fuck than the married women I’d been nailing. So too did the all-put-up Giana, and the shy, amateurish Roxy.

For the first two hours of the afternoon, we were on the water. No orgy and basically no sex for that trip, although, I can’t swear that one of the guys (not me, unfortunately) didn’t get a blowjob down in the cabin from some girl. The waters were not private, in the bay-like or inlet area where we parked the boat (or whatever the nautical term is), so with lots of other boats around, we had to keep it clean. Mostly the girls were suntanning on the deck, and the guys were drinking brews and staring at the women, and everyone was diving overboard for some swimming in the relatively calm waters of the inlet. Dozer had a jet ski attached to the boat, but it was low on fuel; some of the guys took it out for spins, briefly.

There might not have been sex, but it was damned sexy. Even with Elan shooting me nasty looks, I hung out quite a bit with 18 year old Vivian and 20 year old Giana. Both girls let me — and the other men, time to time — rub suntan lotion over their petite shoulders, backs, and legs, as well as their tummies. Giana, with these huge, oversized breasts that certainly had to be fake, was quite playful and allowed us to grope those boobies by pushing up her bikini top, if only briefly. She also had a thong on, so rubbing lotion over her legs required caressing and groping her small buttocks, too. Nice, petite body on that slut, no wonder her rich boyfriend kept her around. Vivian was just a tiny less playful, getting a little quiet when you’d rub her thighs near her crotch or caress her ass through her bikini bottoms, but she didn’t move away. The hard nipples poking out of her bikini top said otherwise.

While hanging out with Vivian and then later her ex-step mom Trixie, I learned quite a bit about the youngster. She was basically a party girl. Heading into her senior year of high school, her main goal was not to flunk out — which, apparently, was not guaranteed, having had to repeat her freshman year of high school because she was more looks than brains. She also couldn’t hold a job, blushing as she admitted she was fired from four retail or fast-food jobs at the mall. And she was going through boys like water, having dated five different kids at school and liking none of them. Instead, she was having a “blast” hanging out with her ex-stepmother. The leather-skinned blonde had been married to Vivian’s father for several year — Trixie was, in fact, the dad’s original trophy wife, having replaced Vivian’s mom with the swinging blonde. Then some even younger and hotter floozy came by, and Vivian’s dad pulled a second switch to marry a third time. But by then, Trixie and Vivian had bonded, and were now buddies, only being about nine years apart in age.

Trixie began dating Dozer over a year ago, but since the spring — maybe four months ago — Vivian got added to their relationship. Talk about your threesomes! Vivian had told me she went on a four-day vacation as her birthday gift with Trixie that past spring, just after she turned 18. Some nice penthouse at a private lake resort, lots of nice scenery, good restaurants, a quaint “olde towne” shopping area, that sort of thing. But I got more details on this vacation later in the afternoon, from a snickering Trixie. The vacation was with Trixie and Dozer, and the two adults turned the 18 year old into Dozer’s little sex toy. Vivian thought Dozer was “cheating” on Trixie by fucking Vivian one afternoon, except later that night, Vivian found out it was with Trixie’s blessing — because the ex-stepmom watched her boyfriend bone the teenager again. The rest of that vacation included Vivian’s first girl/girl sex and first threesome, of course with her ex-stepmom as the other paramour.

Just knowing the big-titted blonde Trixie had to fuck the slim, sexy brunette teenager, I almost cummed in my trunks. Trixie saw me eyeing her ex-stepdaughter at that moment, tanning on the boat and talking to one of the other adult men, and the woman knowingly snickered, “Bet you wanna fuck that tight cunt, don’t you, baby?”

I hardly knew the woman, but no reason not to say the truth. “I hope I do,” I told her, my eyes on Vivian’s awesome little ass in her tight bikini, “she looks like a great lay.”

The blonde reached over to squeeze my erection, teasingly. “Oh, you’re more than big enough for her,” she reported to me, “she’ll cum hard for you — Dozer made sure to teach her how to take a big dong like yours all the way, she’s gotten very good at it.”

I couldn’t wait.

* * * * *

After a light meal — we were all worn out from the relentless sun and baking heat of the afternoon on the water — the nine of us ended up, as the sun was still hovering over the tree-lined ridges to the west, in Dozer’s huge hot tub. The sticker on the tub said it would seat 12; the 9 of us had plenty of room to sit around its edges, on comfortable benches built into the sides.

As I stretched my arms out to both sides, I had both my girlfriend as well as the apple of my eye within reach. Elan was to my right, her natural C-cup tits and mostly-fit body a glowing deep bronze in her string bikini. More intriguing to me, on my immediate left was the delicious teenager, Vivian. She hadn’t originally been next to me as we got into the water, but with people getting up to get refills of drinks or to go to the potty, some rearranging occurred. I was lucky enough to get the brunette next to me, close enough that my left hand — stretched out over the top edge of the tub — could stroke the back of her slim, tanned neck and shoulders.

It was pretty apparent that some of us in the tub were getting horny. Dozer had invited me (and, thus, Elan) on the promise that we’d all be swingers and “all get naked” by the end of the afternoon. So we’d done the fun tour on the water on his boat, had a cool-down meal in his beach house, and now we were all in bikinis and tight trunks in his hot tub. In his very private, walled-off backyard. The only side of his property missing a wall was backing directly to a bluff overlooking a private and deserted beach, with the Atlantic ocean on the other side. It was as private as could be. Most of us had sex on our minds.

Rick and Thom, the two 50-something year olds, were comparing notes — women they had met at various parties. Thom was lying back on the hot tub bench, his big-titted, Asian girlfriend Giana in his arm, and it sure looked like Giana had her hand over his lap, stroking his boner. Hard to tell, the hot tub was swirling with white bubbles all over the surface. Next to him, Rick had his arm around his omnipresent step-daughter, Roxy, who was smiling and laughing, but not really saying much else.

Dozer was telling Giana that she had nice tits — which, like Dozer’s girlfriend Trixie, were fake. Giana said thanks, wanna see them? And the 20 year old college girl just took off her bikini top, modeling these perfect, round D-cup spheres with hard dark nipples on them. Thom didn’t flinch, seeing his girlfriend expose her tits. Dozer looked them over and said hmm, yes, very nice. I stared at the girl’s tits, realizing that I might get to fuck them that evening. I blurted out, I bet Roxy’s tits were nice too — they looked large and natural. (I’m not a fan of fake tits.) Roxy blushed but her step-dad said yeah, they’re great — show the man, Caroline Rae. So his 23 year old, curvaceous step-daughter did just that, taking her bikini top off to reveal her creamy-white, C-cup boobies with nice pink areolae. She blushed, but she was not shy about showing them, leaning above the water’s line to keep them on display for me and everyone else.

Well, of course, the other three women now had to get topless. Trixie had those perfect, fake C-cup tits too, but hers were just about as tanned as her leathery skin, she’d been tanning topless or naked a lot. My girlfriend Elan exposed her natural C-cup breasts. But my eyes were on the teenager, watching probably a little too eagerly, as she pulled off her bikini top. Mmm, high school tits! Nice, soft, perky, and smooth. Baby-butt smooth, not a blemish. Sexy little nipples. Wow, the girl had some hot hooters, even if they weren’t the largest in the tub.

Elan suddenly pinched my knee under the water, and painfully — as in, don’t pay so much attention to the topless 18 year old. She didn’t mind my attention on other females, but she had a bug up her tight butt about this youngster. If the reader’s intuition is that I ignored my girlfriend, you would be correct.

Having those five pairs of tits out on display was getting everyone aroused. Quiet conversations still went on around the hot tub, but I became aware of Dozer and his girlfriend Trixie discussing who should “start” with whom. They were trying to figure out the pairings for how we’d start fucking each other — I guess, not unlike a key party, they wanted to match up different guys and girls, at least to start off the sex. Just hearing them discussing it was giving me an extra degree of stiffness in my erection, inside my wet trunks.

A general discussion broke out, as to how we’d pair up. Personally, as long as I got to fuck Vivian — and maybe Giana — I wasn’t going to argue. Someone did, indeed, suggest a “key party” approach (where each guy puts his car keys in a bowl, then each chick blindly picks out a set of keys randomly, and whomever’s keys she selects, she has to fuck). But somehow the idea of being random just passed by. Giana threw out the idea of “strip poker,” but at the moment, we were all wearing just one piece of clothing apiece — kind of a stupid idea.

Then, I blurted out, “let the guys pick.” I got another pinch from my date, who knew exactly whom I’d pick. Of course, Trixie laughed at me and said, no the girls should get to choose. This was actually funny, wrangling over who got to fuck whom.

Well, a consensus developed the girls would pick “in order,” but then we playfully argued over who gets to pick first. Age over beauty? Biggest tits? Youngest? (That was Vivian’s idea.)

No, actually — us four men agreed, the SLUTTIEST woman gets to pick a cock first.

“Oh, God,” groaned my girlfriend, her eyes rolling, thinking we were pigs by now rating the five women based on who was sluttiest.

Immediately, the 23 year old across the tub from me, Roxy, blushed and threw her hands up. “I won’t win,” she said, claiming she only had a “few” boyfriends in her life. That didn’t surprise anyone, given how relatively shy she’d been all day. Of course, someone asked, “Is your step-father one of those boyfriends?” Roxy blushed ten degrees of crimson, while her step-father sitting right next to her simply grinned and began nodding rapidly to answer the question.

My girlfriend also dropped out of the running, telling everyone, “I’m not a slut — I’m just friendly.” Well, she definitely was a slut by my observation, but I wasn’t going to lobby on her behalf if she didn’t want me to.

The super-rich stud Thom pointed at the hot, Chinese coed sitting in his arms’ reach. “That would be Giana,” he proclaimed, getter her to laugh and playfully smack him on his hairy, muscular shoulder. Thom delineated her qualifications to be the sluttiest whore in the tub: “She’s only 20, and she’s fuck — what? — six guys you’ve met on the Internet, plus two swingers we’ve met, and then don’t forget the two black guys I set you up with.” While his much younger girlfriend scowled as if she wanted to defend herself, he proudly told the group about that last bit. “The slut, like — I brought home a couple of hung, black athletes I knew, in their 30s — and she was naked, and she just, like, right away, started sucking them, and let them fuck her — you should have seen it — how could you be more slutty?” Then, for good measure, he added, “Plus, she’s eaten pussy — just the total slut.”

Hearing all that, the worn-out 29 year old blonde cackled, even playfully splashing some water in Thom’s direction. “Oh, that’s nothing,” she exclaimed with excitement. I could have sworn, she was about to tell us all how much of a slut SHE was.

No, instead, Trixie started telling us what a slut VIVIAN was!

Pointing to her petite, brunette ex-step-daughter, Trixie related the tale of the tape. “Vivian’s only been 18 for — well, wait, what month is this, August? — for five — wait, one, two, three, for, yes, five — for five months, and she’s already more a slut than that.” Waiting to make sure we were all paying careful attention, she announced Vivian’s very busy and recent sexual history. “She’s fucked, like, fifteen guys, in swinger parties we’ve had; she’s fucked, like, another six or seven women, or girls her age. And I watched her single-handedly get fucked by Dozer and three other guys at one party — she took those four pricks in her holes, they just kept going at her, I swear she was a cock-sucking, cunt-fucking, ass-fucked champion of the fuckin’ planet.” And, with a toothy white grin, the blonde reminded us, “And she’s only 18, still.”

Right next to me, the brunette was blushing badly, her brown eyes flirtatiously glancing at all of the adults arrayed around her in the pool, knowing we were thinking very perverted thoughts about her.

Trixie saw Vivian’s defensive grin, and wanted to prove her point. “Go ahead, Viv,” said the woman, “just try — name each of the men you’ve fucked at parties with me — I know them, I think — bet you can’t even name all of them!”

“Ummm–!” The teenager pretended to think about it, then blushed again and giggled uncontrollably, clearly embarrassed. “Ummm — well — Dozer, um, Paul, and — Mike? And, um — what was his name — ummm — oh, Umberto, Charles, or Chuck or something, and then, ummm — Greg, did I say? Umm–” Then, out of ideas, she stopped, and shrugged. “Well, like you can name them all?”

Trixie laughed at her. “See, told ya!”

Her ex-stepdaughter was trying to defend herself, laughing as she snapped back. “It’s not my fault — you made me do all of that stuff — you invite me to your parties, tell me who to fuck!”

And the blonde shook her head, trying to convince us otherwise. “Well, I caught you fuckin’ that guy in that shed the other time, he wasn’t even here for a party — fuckin’ caterer or something — kinda can’t blame that on me, can ya?”

“Ohh, shit!” The high school brunette cackled at the mention of that incident. “Um, well, yeah — but, I couldn’t help it — he had a nice smile, and a big cock?” She shrugged and giggled in Trixie’s direction, as if trying to make a case for not being slutty.

Hearing what a little whore the 18 year old was, I just wanted to screw the little bitch right on the spot. I was guessing Thom and Rick were thinking the same things — and maybe that little Giana too, she was a bisexual whore apparently. Trixie was only encouraging that belief, saying to the group, “She can’t help it, she’s as horny as her father — the pervert is probably off cheating on his 21 year old wife right now, with someone younger, probably.” Yeah, no sore feelings left over from that marriage, are there?

Trixie had seized the conversation, and her mention of Vivian’s father put a sparkle in the blonde’s eye. The ex-wife of Vivian’s horny dad was exacting her revenge, it was clear — not just by befriending Vivian, but by turning the guy’s daughter into a depraved, whoring slut.

“Show us what a fucking slut you are, Vivian,” said her ex-stopmom, speaking with a sharp, critical tone to the teenager, “go ahead — you know you wanna — go show your pussy to Thom over there, and ask him to fuck you — right in front of all of us.”

My instant thought: Dejection. Fuck! How did Thom get selected to nail her first?

But, Trixie’s boyfriend and Vivian’s first adult lover had a better idea. “Instead,” said Dozer, correcting his woman, “even better, Vivian — go ask Giana there to fuck you, with a strapon — go ahead.”

The Chinese girl with a skinny body and those fat, fake tits suddenly sat upright, hearing her name evoked. “Mmm!” she purred, smiling at Dozer, then at topless Vivian.

“Ummm–?” Vivian was sitting firmly in her spot next to me, smiling stupidly at Trixie and Dozer. She was waiting directions, wondering if this was serious.

Trixie liked the idea, and would have it no other way. Again, her tone was biting, even derisive. “Go ahead, you dumb cunt, show everyone what a whore you are — go over there and beg that bitch to fuck you like a dog, maybe you’re the bitch, c’mon, do it — you know it would turn you on if you did.”

I was hardly breathing, wondering if Vivian would do it. That sounded pretty humiliating; and Trixie wasn’t saying it like it was a game to play, she was a little nasty about it. Or a lot nasty.

The teenager sat upright, staring still at Trixie. “Umm–”

Her hesitation earned another scolding. “Just do it,” the blonde barked, “prove you’re a stupid little cunt!”

The sudden, negative energy quieted the crowd, I think we were shocked to hear Trixie talking that way to the 18 year old. But a moment later, Vivian rose to her feet, showing not only her perky young breasts, but also her firm, small ass in her ultra-tight bikini bottom. She giggled and strode across the tub, heading for Giana, who was staring up at the slightly younger girl with an anxious grin. The girls locked eyes with each other, until Vivian was standing between Giana’s open thighs. “Giana?” Vivian was like fulfilling a role that Trixie wanted her to play. “Do you wanna fuck me?”

“And,” ordered Trixie, beaming with pride at the little slut she’d created, “prove her you mean it, show her your bald cunt, you dumb slut.”

Shocking me further, next to me, my girlfriend Elan muttered under her breath, “This is so fucking hot.”

Yeah, I agreed with that comment.

With all eyes on her, Vivian pulled down her bikini thong, and I could now stare at her nude, 18 year old ass — those perfectly small, lush cheeks, heart-shaped, just divine. I wished I could see her bald pussy, though. The brunette giggled at the long-haired, slim Asian with the jet-black hair. “Do you wanna fuck me?” she asked again, loud enough for everyone to hear the question.

Giana glanced anxiously at her boyfriend Thom, then I could see her slanted eyes riveted at the sight of the teenage pussy standing right in front of her. “Yeah, you slut,” sang the 20 year old college girl, “you look like a hot little fuck!”

It was like the show was staring. Trixie already had a strap-on pre-positioned beside the tub, as if she knew it would come in handy. Or, maybe it was just already there anyway, who knew. But she gave the 8-inch, black-plastic dildo to the petite Asian, who stood up and put the strap-on device over her bikini thong. Meanwhile, Vivian was dutifully crawling out of the hot tub, lying on the deck’s top even with the top edge of the tub, spreading her tanned thighs. Now I could see her cunt from across the tub, and it was delicious: pink, bald, soft, very wet. My mouth watered for it.

I only saw that teen twat a moment, however, as Giana was crawling onto the bench of the hot tub, directly in front of Vivian. Seven adults around the tub were staring at the action, as Giana had this huge fake penis sticking out of her flat abdomen, somewhat like the big, fake tits exposed on her tiny torso. Grabbing the strap-on with a fist, Giana reached down to rub Vivian’s cunt with her other hand, making sure it was moist, then prying open Vivian’s pussylips. “Here, baby,” giggled Giana, rubbing the fake dick over the girl’s hole, “you want some big black cock now?”

The aroused voice of the 18 year old left no doubts. “Mmm, yeah — fuck me!”

Sitting on my spot in the hot tub, I just stared at the action, as did the other three men. Vivian was already squealing, feeling that thick, 8 inches of heaven piercing into her little teen cunny. Giana’s tight ass clenched, as she worked the strap-on expertly, pushing it in and out of the younger slut like Giana was some kind of male herself. I found myself rubbing my dick, watching the 20 year old bone the 18 year old on the hot tub’s edge, shoving it in deeper and deeper.

Well, the guys were now thinking about having sex, not just watching it. Sitting immediately next to where Giana was fucking Vivian, Thom looked to his other side and made eye contact with Rick’s step-daughter, Roxy. “You wanna see this up close?” asked Thom, reaching out for the curvy light-brown haired girl’s hand, pulling the 23 year old into his lap. Roxy was kneeling next to him, facing the sight of hot Giana dildo-fucking younger Vivian, with Roxy just watching the two girls go at it. The woman’s tits were in Thom’s face, and the rich guy started sucking them, while rubbing Roxy’s pussy through her string thong. The somewhat fat chick didn’t move away, she sank into Thom’s lap, still watching Giana fuck Vivian, but allowing Thom to mouth both her tits and masturbate her vagina.

It was like a domino effect, as neither other guy wanted to be without pussy at the moment. Rick, having just lost the attention of Roxy, made eye contact with Trixie. The 52 year old strode across the tub from my right to my left, joining the 27 year old, worn-out looking blonde near Dozer. Trixie welcomed him with an instant French kiss, sliding their tongues together. Then Dozer, not wanting to be alone, made eye contact with my girlfriend, and he moved from the left side of the tub to the right side, on Elan’s other side from me, putting an arm around her. “Why, hello, precious,” he said to my girlfriend, kissing her neck, getting a giggle out of her. I saw her reach under the water, undoubtedly to find out what size boner he had for her. It must have been a good one, because my swinging girlfriend began kissing our host, and they were definitely on their way to sex.

Well, that left me with no pussy for myself, but my eyes were enjoying the sight of the big-titted Asian Giana pumping the strap-on dildo into the slim brunette teen’s cunt from the backside. I quickly scampered across the hot tub, kneeling right next to the two sluts. Giana looked sideways at me, snickering, then both she and I gazed at the sight of the fat dildo probing into Vivian’s tight little cunthole, with Giana’s slim hands holding the slightly younger girl’s hips to keep her steady. Vivian was moaning in lust, gasping each time Giana pushed the huge, fat dick into her cunt.

Everyone in the tub was a pervert, so I didn’t feel I needed to ask permission to join the two young sluts. First, I untied Giana’s bikini top, exposing her massive, paid-for tits. Damn, they looked good, and the girl let me suck and lick her nipples while she fucked Vivian with the strap-on. Then, after peeling off my trunks to expose my very erect seven inches of manhood, I crawled out of the tub onto the desk. With the tub sunk into the deck, the deck was level with the top edge of the tub — allowing me to sit on my back, my cock jutting upright out of my crotch, right underneath Vivian’s face. The teenager was leaning over the top edge of the hot tub, taking that 8 inch plastic dildo into her cunt from the backside, her jaw trembling and eyes rolling. But as soon as she saw my adult penis, she went for it — lowering her mouth, sucking my big shaft into her lips, forming a tight, warm vacuum on my penis. “Ahh, yeah, baby,” I growled, pushing her dark hair off of her face, watching her teenage lips taking my grownup penis into her face, “that’s it, you like my big dick, huh?”

The petite, brown-eyed 18 year old sneered up at me. “Mmm, luuuv it,” she panted, tracing the shape of my shaft and cockhead with her pink tongue, while her shoulders and ass were shaking each time Giana thrust forward, shoving more dildo into her cunt.

The sexual predator in me wanted to fuck the 18 and 20 year old bitches by myself. The tub was full of nude men; it’s not like I’m a homophobe, and while being nude around other men is an occupational hazard of a swinger, I’m just not that into seeing other guy’s dicks. I don’t do DP, or share a girl, if I can help it. It’s just not my style. So, spying a leather-padded, outdoor sofa against the far edge of the stone patio deck, I decided to get some private time with Giana and Vivian. I climbed to my feet, pointing to the sofa, encouraging the two sluts to consider relocating. Giana nodded, and she pulled out to climb out of the water. I led the sexy ladies arm-in-arm across the patio; Giana removed the strap-on, and peeled off her thong so she was nude like Vivian and myself.

Heaven on Earth, people: a threesome with two bisexual sluts, aged 18 and 20. The two girls were exceedingly amorous, taking turns kissing me — and kissing each other. They jointly shared my dick, running their pink tongues simultaneously up and down my shaft and around my helmet and balls, then Giana climbed aboard me. The Asian with the smoking-hot little body and fat, jiggling boobies began screaming, feeling my manhood stretching out her shaved cunt. The high school whore kissed me and sucked Giana’s tits, then went down and licked and fingered the girl’s butthole while I was fucking her. Giana screamed even louder, cumming a couple times, shrieking each time Vivian’s finger was deep in her asshole pressed against my boner, stuck up her cunt, just some thin flesh between us.

Then the girls switched positions, and finally, I was fucking Vivian!

I almost ignored the Asian hottie, concentrating on Vivian’s sexy, innocent-young face. The high school senior was in lust with my dick, her eyebrows raised and eyes heavy with satisfaction, and her petite jaw and lips trembled with the battering I was giving her. Staring at her proportionate, natural boobies and slim little hips, I bounced the hot brunette up and down on my lap, filling her cunt with my erection, pressing my big hands into her hips to sink my meat all the way up inside her cunt. Now it was Giana’s turn to finger-fuck Vivian’s asshole, too, and with me sucking Vivian’s hot teen titties — damn, those hooters felt awesome in my mouth — the brunette white chick was having a series of cums, hard, really screaming from the climaxes Giana and I were inducing in her.

At some point, the host of our sex party, Dozer, came over to retrieve Giana from me. I mean, my dick was buried inside Vivian’s amazing cunt, and I guess Dozer had been eyeing Giana’s hot body all day anyway. I ignored the guy, continuing to fuck hot little Vivian myself. But not even a minute later, we were joined by Dozer’s girlfriend and Vivian’s ex-stepmom, Trixie. The nude blonde, her pussy filled with Rick’s semen, came to sit next to Vivian and me on the outdoor sofa. “Mmm, make sure you fuck her REAL good ‘n deep,” panted the blonde, putting her hand on Vivian’s soft young butt and feeling her riding my cock up and down. “She likes ‘em big and deep in her little pussy, doesn’t she?”

The depths of Trixie’s sexual relationship with Vivian were starting to be revealed. Snatching the brunette’s long hair in her fist, the adult blonde rose to her feet to stand next to the nude teenager, so she could put her face into Vivian’s eyesight. “You fuck him good, right, bitch?” Keeping control of Vivian’s head and torso by yanking her hair almost at its roots on her skull, Trixie forced Vivian to lean backwards, sticking her tits forward, and shoving them into my face. “Make him suck those teenage tits, I know he loves them, all men do — they’re made for men to suck, let him enjoy your boobs, you bitch!”

Enjoy them I did, opening my mouth, gladly slurping one of those 18 year old hooters into my wet lips. Her nipples were fucking hard, the skin of her boobs unblemished and soft, the tits were perky and round, filling my mouth as I slobbered on both of them, back and forth. Meanwhile, Vivian kept riding my penis, humping me up and down, I could feel her cuntjuices dripping down my cockshaft, over my balls. Horny Trixie kept standing next to us, yanking Vivian’s hair to get the girl to yelp in pain a bit, moving her body around so I could suck the girl’s breasts and her tight cunt sank down on and swallowed my large erection. Trixie even smashed Vivian’s face into mine, ordering her ex-stepdaughter to kiss me and prove that she loved sex with me. The girl sure could make out, I French-kissed the hot brunette while continuing to fuck her.

Fucking the sexy 18 year old, with horny Trixie standing next to us like a director in a porn movie, was getting me close to my first orgasm. I began moaning, wondering if I could squirt up the girl’s pussy. But I knew better, and I looked at Trixie and grunted, “Where do I cum?”

Trixie sneered — cackling, almost, really — and answered me by spitting on Vivian’s young face. “There — put your seed on her face, she looks better covered in spunk!”

Vivian responded by grinning at Trixie, then at me, her eyes wide-open at the thought of receiving a facial.

Still twisting the girl’s long dark hair around her fingers, Trixie made Vivian climb off of me, and kneel on the patio in front of me. I pointed my messy, sloppy penis at the brunette’s very pretty, almost innocent young face, jerking hard. I spied the pool across the patio — everyone else was in it, fucking in two-somes and three-somes. Elan was being laid, good for her, right. Turning my attention back to Vivian’s face, I gasped and grunted, feeling an orgasm coming. Jerking faster, I rubbed my dickhead on Vivian’s perky little nose and her soft, teen lips, then I let it fly.

“Uhhh, fuck, YES!” I bellowed, roaring, shooting sperm onto Vivian’s face.

The girl turned her face to the night summer sky, letting it be a landing spot for my semen. I shot a flurry of white-hot goo, pooling it over her nose and eyelids, letting it drip down her cheeks. She kept her eyelids closed, but smiled throughout, and when the last few dribbles of sperm trickled from my penis onto her skin, she opened her eyes and warmly smiled at the mess I’d just deposited on her face. She was smeared with semen, all over, from eyelids to chin.

Trixie didn’t let go of the girl’s hair; instead, she yanked nude Vivian to her feet, leading her towards the hot tub. “Everyone,” barked Trixie, “use this little slut for your cum — I want all you guys to cum on her face!”

Walking bent-over, trying to stay on her feet with her cunt sore and Trixie holding her head to the side, Vivian made way to the pool, then climbed into it to sit on the bench, her face drooped backwards over the top edge. Dozer stopped fucking my girlfriend Elan, and much to my girlfriend’s chagrin, the host of our party crawled over Vivian’s body. Putting a foot on top of the hot tub, standing over the slut, he jerked himself off too, and soon was releasing a stream of his own semen onto her young face, mixing his fluids with mine.

Rick, who had been fucking Trixie earlier but now had been doing Giana in a foursome with his own step-daughter Roxy and Giana’s boyfriend Thom, was nearing orgasm too. Trixie pulled back Vivian’s hair, keeping her skull planted on the top edge of the hot tub, as Rick stood over the girl, kneeling on the bench inside the hot tub. He almost looked like he was peeing on her face, the way he was in front of her, like her face was a urinal. Only it wasn’t pee he was shooting out; a stream of his white, gooey semen splattered onto Vivian’s face, making even more of a mess. The teen just took it, smiling, licking her lips, tasting some of the cumsauce.

Being fucked by Thom nearby in the hot tub, Caroline Rae shrieked in shock at the mess of semen on Vivian’s younger face. “Oh fuck,” the 23 year old laughed hysterically, “you DO look like a whore!”

I don’t think the woman meant it to be mean, and Vivian wasn’t offended by it. The brunette teenager just grinned, nodding, acknowledging the truth.

At Trixie’s demand, Thom pulled his cock out of Caroline Rae’s body and made his way over to Vivian. Trixie had Giana sit on the patio deck, her ass against the edge of the tub and her thin legs spread open, so Vivian could turn around and lick the Asian hottie’s 20 year old pussy. I watched Vivian rub her cheeks and chin against Giana’s pink cuntlips, smearing the male sperm from her face into the girl’s twat, then Vivian began licking it off. Now on her knees, her ass was sticking out of the bubbling hot water, and Thom could stand behind Vivian and begin fucking her. Trixie rubbed her own cunt, masturbating at the sight of Thom fucking Vivian, while the blonde continued to tell Vivian to get fucked like the slut she was.

Finally, Thom had to cum too, and at Trixie’s suggestion, he spun Vivian onto her ass so that he, too, could ejaculate his semen onto the 18 year old’s face.

When he pulled back, I found myself gazing lovingly at the hottest face ever: the very pretty 18 year old brunette, with so much male cum dripping down her cheeks and chin, over her forehead, smeared with some pussyjucies from Giana’s 20 year old twat — and one large, sex-crazed smile!

And that, my friendly readers, was just the FIRST round of the sex that night!

The hookups would continue unabated. I wasn’t going to be allowed to fuck Vivian by myself all night, of course, so I had to find another pussy to drill. The adoring eyes of 23 year old Roxy caught sight of my swinging dick, and instantly I had my next sex partner. By the end of a couple of hours, I’d had my cock inside Trixie too, as well as Giana a second time.

Undoubtedly, the highlight of the sex party was the gangbang attack on young Vivian. It had been mentioned earlier that Vivian got gang-fucked by four guys at a party once, each taking turns to fuck her one after another. Well, she’d already been fucked at our party by each of us guys, although not really in a gang-bang fashion. So nasty Trixie had an idea — the GIRLS were going to gang-fuck the hot little slut!

Dozer brought over a padded lounge chair, and the petite brunette was laid flat on her back on it, pulling her creamy, tanned thighs open. Sitting next to her like an instructor, Trixie had a small box of sex toys, which contained a second strap-on dildo as well as a bunch of vibrators and ass-plugs. Trixie and Giana donned the two strap-ons, while Caroline was given the task of holding a vibrator in one hand and the ass-plug in the other. My date Elan, scowling, obstinately refused to interact with an 18 year old, so she remained back in the large hot tub — alone. Us guys all had to see the show, standing around the four women on the patio, with Vivian in the middle on the lounge chair.

The other three sluts descended on the petite brunette like a hound of wild vultures. Giana straddled Vivian and began fucking the girl’s twat with the strap-on; Caroline, kneeling at the side, held the vibrator to Vivian’s clit to torment it mercilessly, while reaching underneath Giana to stick the thin, long ass-plug into Vivian’s butthole. Meanwhile, Trixie leaned over the lounger above Vivian’s face, getting the 18 year old to rotate her head backwards — so it was upside-down — and Trixie could now fuck Vivian’s mouth with the rubber dildo strapped to the adult blonde’s waist. Trixie yanked Vivian’s hair firmly, almost painfully, while getting Vivian to gag and cough, swallowing the strap-on into her throat. I could see the teenager’s neck expanding, her eyes rolling, as she was forced to swallow the strap-on — and, at the same time, her cunt and ass were being abused with large insertions by Giana and Caroline, plus the vibrator on her clitoris. Not to mention Trixie reaching down, pinching and stretching Vivian’s swollen little brown nipples.

While a normal high school student probably would have been terrorized by the insane sexual attacks on her body, Vivian was relishing it. Her eyes grew large, feeling the dildo forced down her throat, but she coughed and swallowed whatever juices and mucus filled her mouth, taking the throat-fucking from Trixie like a champ. Giana had the 8-inch plastic penis almost all the way up Vivian’s pussy, and I could tell the brunette was cumming hard from that deep cunt-fucking from the toy plus all of the other stimulation. Giana and Caroline Rae traded too, so the strap-on stuck out of Roxy’s crotch, and the 23 year old could now fuck Vivian. Later, Trixie took her turn fucking Vivian’s pussy also with the strap-on. The 18 year old was having orgasms constantly, I doubt anyone could have counted all of them.

You know, watching three women basically using the 18 year old girl as a sex toy was making us guys get extremely aroused. Whatever sex and orgasms we’d all had, well, we wanted more — and we wanted the 18 year old. Each of us.

So, Trixie held open one of Vivian’s slim legs, and had the gorgeous Asian girl Giana hold the other one open as well. Trixie then invited each of us guys to “use the bitch.” Again, I’m not really one to share a girl with another guy, but this was a little different. Each of us went by ourselves, one after another, deep-dicking the teenager’s tight, shaved pussy. Man, the whore was used, her cuntlips were reddened and sore, but her moans were not just of pain but lust. She fucking loved it. Thom suck her first, then Dozer, then me, then Rick. None of us orgasmed, we just each took a few minutes to shove our fat dicks into the teenager’s cunt, one after another. Then Trixie had us to a second round. Then a third. Man, the for about twenty minutes, the 18 year old was the only cunt being fucked, and she was taking all four of us one after another, after another, over and over.

“That’s what you are,” Trixie sneered down at the brunette at one point, “just tell them what you are?”

The girl’s voice was exhausted, but she was enthusiastic. “Uhhh — I’m a total slut!” roared the little hussy. “Keep fuckin’ me, all of you!”

I saw Trixie wink at Dozer, then the blonde’s eyes caught mine. “Nothin’ like a stupid, slutty 18 year old, taking every cock and toy in the place, is there?” the woman cackled, undoubtedly enjoying this measure of revenge against Vivian’s father.

* * * * *

The fucking continued past 2 a.m., I’m sure. From some wine and all the sex, I couldn’t keep my eyes open much past then. Trixie had rounded me up with Rick, the 52 year old guy, and brought us up to her master bedroom. I guess, it was her party, she could sleep with whom she wanted. And she wanted to men to herself. While we were both tired, she had us double-fuck her — I got her ass, Rick her pussy — and she kissed us back and forth, telling us to “fuck her good.” The bitch had a lot of cock in her cunt that night, and fell asleep soon after he and I unloaded more sperm into her holes.

My body clock being what it is, I climbed out of bed around 7 in the morning. The house was bright in early morning sunlight, but everyone was asleep. I checked on the sleeping arrangements. Our well-off host, Dozer, was in a large guest room sandwiched between my new crush, Vivian, and the very sexy and expensive-looking Giana. Lucky stiff, getting those two sluts to himself in bed! Then, in the living room, hung Thom was naked on a sofa asleep with my girlfriend, Elan, arm in arm, while the curvy, 23 year old Roxy was asleep by herself on a comfortable, nearby chair, with a blanket pulled over herself. She, actually, looked like she was getting the best rest of everyone.

Honestly, my dick hurt. That was a lot of sex the night before, and after a long few hours in the scorching summer sun, I was really drained at that early hour. I thought about my wife at home, knowing I’d get some cold treatment from her that I spend the evening with Elan. I can take it, I mean, my wife keeps saying she doesn’t want to hold me back and she can have sex with other men, too. She just rarely goes on overnight dates. Then, I looked at Elan asleep, nude, in Thom’s arms on the sofa, thinking, I could probably have that for myself instead. But, my life was good enough that I didn’t need a change.

The 23 year old stirred in her chair, perhaps my shadow passed over her. “You up?” she asked, rubbing her weary eyes. I asked if she had fun, and she did; then I asked if she “got fucked enough,” and she laughed. “Oh, fuck, I couldn’t imagine getting any more!” she told me with a hysterical laugh. Shhh, she’d almost wake up everyone else! Roxy covered her mouth with both hands, laughing silently.

“Want a walk on the beach?” I pointed out to the crystal-clear sky in the early summer morning. “I feel like talking a walk.” I was too weary for my usual early-morning job.

The young woman agreed. We both had to find our swimwear, getting dressed enough to go down to the private beach and walking on the shore. Roxy was actually pretty chatty now, I guess because she’d had sex with me or something. She was a school teacher, or trying to be, and this was likely her last summer before having to work summers at camps and summer schools. No, she didn’t have a boyfriend, other than her step-father, whom she fucked at lot. “A LOT,” she laughed, making sure I understood the frequency. “I think he’s married to me more now, than my mom!”

We got back to the house around 9 or something, it was quite a while later, and I was really hungry. We were no longer the only ones awake — Thom and Giana were in the kitchen, while Dozer and Elan were sitting on the sofa in the airy, bright main room under two-story-tall windows and an atrium overhead. No one was dressed, except Roxy and me; everyone went to bed nude, and everyone woke up nude, and no one put a stick of clothing on.

I hadn’t seen her, but naked Vivian came out from behind a refrigerator door as it shut. Man, her body was so hot. Proportionate tits, that hot ass, scrumptious legs. She was definitely the best fuck at the party, not only because of her age and her looks, but just the way she squealed and moved her ass. And, the way she was taking orders from Giana and Trixie? That made her even more hot.

Turned out, the sex play with Giana hadn’t ended. The 20 year old Asian coed was still bossing the high school girl around like a sex slave, and taking delight in doing it. “Get my creamer yet, you stupid cunt?” demanded Giana, as she plopped her bony little ass on a stool at the countertop. Vivian had just retrieved it from the fridge, stepping sharply to the counter to hand over the little packets. Giana took them without thanks, then barked teasingly, “Now, dumb bitch, lick my asshole!” With her feet on rails at the bottom of the stool, the petite Asian slut stood upright, exposing her butt to the air. Vivian needed a moment, but she did as told, walking behind Giana’s little ass, leaning down, and sticking out her pink teen tongue to lick the brown puckered hole inside Giana’s asscrack.

I had to chuckle seeing that, and in my swim trunks, my dick was growing hard.

Giana sat down, as if satisfied with Vivian’s obedience. Thom was coming over to sit on a stool next to his college girlfriend, carrying a plate of treats for breakfast, as Vivian stood by as if to wait on them. Giana shrugged, seeing Vivian watch naked Thom and his sexy, 50 year old body and very manly cock, which was impressive even though it was limp.

Giana snickered again. “Go lick Thom’s asshole, too, you fucking whore” she ordered to Vivian.

Damned if the teenager didn’t do it! Thom acted like he was being put out by his girlfriend, having to stand up and stick his hairy butt out, but Vivian dropped to her knees and licked the much older male’s hairy asshole a few times, making it nice and wet, before he said he was hungry and wanted to eat breakfast “before I get more services.” He did, however, thank Vivian for the ass-licking — shooting a gaze at his girlfriend next to him, as if chastising her for not thanking Vivian for the same.

Just standing there, watching Giana treat Vivian that way — and Vivian completely taking it, playing along — I found myself marveling at what a slut Trixie had created. It seemed that, in her quest for justice from Vivian’s dad leaving her for a 21 year old woman, Trixie had indeed degraded Vivian into a little slut puppy.

My girlfriend was still lying on the sofa, but now awake. She beckoned me over, so I laid down next to her. Elan’s breath smelled like shit; but with all the cock she’d been sucking, that wasn’t a surprise. I kissed her anyway.

Talking quietly with my girlfriend, her hand softly stroking my morning boner, my eye caught movement. Old Rick emerged from the master bedroom, waiving to those of us assembled in the great area. The first person he came to was Giana, sitting on her stool at the countertop, and he went to give her a pleasant good-morning kiss on the forehead. The gorgeous Asian whore with big tits and tiny body wanted an upgrade, grabbing Rick’s mostly-flabby cock and smashing her lips into his, for a powerful French kiss. “That’s better,” she giggled, before returning to her coffee.

Rick was now a couple feet from nude Vivian, and he stepped towards her as if to give her some kind of kiss too. But Giana sharply swung around, shaking her head. “No, no, don’t give that cunt a kiss,” she laughed. She pointed a thumb at Vivian. “You go give Rick a nice good-morning lick on his asshole too,” cackled the evil young woman, “show him how you love it.” Pausing, she added one more nasty twist, “And don’t stop until I say so.”

Having no clue what this was about, Rick figured it was just some kind of another sexual event of the morning. Vivian didn’t say a word, as Rick took her hand and led her to a fat, leather chair near the sofa where Elan and I lay. Rick got on his knees on the sofa, bending way over until his elbows were down on it too, sticking his hairy, slightly flabby ass into the air. The 18 year old pushed her light-brown hair off her face, kneeling behind him, and promptly she stuck out her tongue. She began lapping at the guy’s hairy asshole, up and down, coating it in saliva, then sliding her tongue inside for a morning rim job. Rick was grunting, taking that tongue inside, feeling the teen fucking his ass with her mouth. He was getting hard, too, while the rest of us watched the perverted sex.

Elan felt my cock getting even harder, and again I was scolded for it. “She’s just 18, you ass,” said my girlfriend of my lust for the brunette.

Rick, after a few minutes, wanted more than just an ass-licking. He rotated to sit on the sofa, spreading his hairy legs, shoving his large penis at the teenager. Vivian dropped to her knees in front of him, not wasting time, bending over to start sucking it into her petite mouth. When Giana caught sight of this, she snickered, “Yeah, you dumb whore, that’s your breakfast today — eat his protein!”

With both of Rick’s hands on her forehead, guiding her up and down, Vivian shoved his penis deeper into her young mouth, almost gagging on it, until he was spurting his first orgasm of the morning.

Elan had seen enough. “Let’s head back,” she snapped in my ear, no joy in her voice, “we can get coffee on the way.”

Like I was going to let that bitch ruin my fun. I told her I wanted coffee now, so I wandered into the kitchen. As I poured myself some, I caught the eyesight of hot Giana, and I said to the 20 year old, “Hey, mind if I get another turn with the teenager — can you tell her to let me fuck her in the master bedroom?” My penis was rock-hard in my swim trunks. I knew Trixie would still be in there, I thought it would be hot to fuck the girl again in front of her ex-stepmom who started all of this.

Giana shrugged, like it was no big deal. “Hey, bitch — hey, slut,” she called out to Vivian, who was still kneeling in front of Rick, talking to him, “this guy here wants you to fuck him too — go with him.” As Vivian smiled at me, Giana barked in addition, “Be a good slut, fuck him nice.”

On the sofa, my soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend scowled at me. It was going to be a long, quiet ride back to the city, where my wife was going to greet me just as coldly. I didn’t care, I loved this 18 year old slut.

Leading the teen by the hand, we marched into the master bedroom, where the bed was surprisingly empty. I turned and asked Vivian if she was “wet” or, if not, whether she needed to get “loosened up a bit.” She shrugged, and asked, what did I have in mind? I showed her. I pushed the teenager onto the bed, spread open her creamy, tanned thighs, and began lapping at her very bald vagina. It tasted pretty sick, having been fucked and cummed all evening, but I was horny for her. She moaned nicely, running her hand through my hair, gripping my head to bring my tongue deeper into her vagina. I was pumping tongue hard in that nasty wet hole, making the skank get very aroused.

Her ex-step-mom emerged from the bathroom, having just showered, rubbing her wet hair and still toweling off her nude body. Trixie saw me eating Vivian, and she immediately snickered in appreciation. “What a nice little whore you are,” she said of her young friend, “getting laid so early.” The leathery blonde crawled onto the bed, getting a close-up view of my mouth locked onto Vivian’s teen vagina, and not only seeing but hearing and smelling how I was eating out the sexy 18 year old. “Oh, yeah, baby,” Trixie moaned to me, “eat the bitch out, the little slut loves it.”

“Oh yeah!” Trixie suddenly roared, her body tensing, her legs way to the sides, having an intense orgasm. I swallowed a mouthful of pussyjuice, then immediately another one, and then a third. Girl was cumming hard.

“Yeah, you slut,” encouraged Trixie, now leaning over Vivian’s face, “tell him to fuck you — you know that’s what he really wants — tell him to fuck you deep and hard with his big penis!”

The teenager made music in my ears. “Baby,” sang the girl, who probably couldn’t remember my name, “fuck me — please fuck me — put your big boner in me!”

Didn’t have to ask twice. I crawled over the sexy, petite slut, gazing at those delicious B-cup titties on her narrow chest, rubbing my full, seven inch erection against her wet pussylips. Trixie helped the girl spread her sore legs open, and while I was sore too, no way I was missing another opportunity to fuck the bitch. Both women watched intently as my fat, throbbing penis disappeared in and out of the slut’s pink, balled pussy, stretching open her lips to take the thickness of my shaft, and making the girl groan and arch her back each time I shoved deeply into her vagina.

The blonde adult woman stretched a finger out, down the teen brunette’s body, to grind a stiffened fingertip into Vivian’s clitoris. The high school slut yelped at the intense pressure, her pelvis gyrating even more energetically as I sank my penis in and out of her hole. Trixie grinned at the girl’s response, but it wasn’t enough, so the blonde used her other hand to smack Vivian’s face once — very hard. “C’mon, you little slut, tell him you love it, say it like you mean it!”

The brunette’s big eyes opened up to me, gazing at me without any emotion other than sheer, total lust. “I’m just a fucking cunthole,” the girl snarled at me, “use me harder — make me cum, mister, I love being fucked!”

Trixie actually smacked her face again, snarling at her young padawan. “Admit it, you’re a stupid dumb whore!” The woman was really getting off, humiliating her ex-stepdaughter, pushing the limits of the girl’s tolerance.

Well, if there were limits — I wasn’t seeing evidence of any. The brunette kept her eyes on my face, then down my body at the sight of my fat dick disappearing into her vagina. Speaking to me, not Trixie, the teenager whined with enthusiasm, “I’m your stupid, dumb whore, just fuckin’ use me, and fuck me!”

Believe me, I did. Trixie’s violence towards the young slut wasn’t necessarily a turn-on for me, but Vivian’s reaction to it was — being screamed at, and made to say depraved things about herself, was actually making the girl MORE horny for me. She had a couple of orgasms just from me fucking her cunt while Trixie painfully fingered her clitoris, really yelping as her body spasmed from the sex us two adults were inflicting on her. But then she eagerly rolled onto her knees and elbows, wiggling her hot, petite butt at me, begging me to fuck her “like the bitch I am.” Gladly I crawled behind her and slipped my penis back inside her cunt again, staring at her little body as she erotically danged in circles beneath me, taking my shaft deep into her hole. Next to us, Trixie sat nude on her heels, smiling, watching Vivian getting fucked like a whore. The blonde couldn’t resist smacking Vivian’s small asscheeks a few times, too, until each was glowing red from handprints.

I had an orgasm deep in the slut’s cunt while I fucked her from the rear. When I pulled out, Trixie made Vivian lick my cock clean of sperm and cuntjuices, while Vivian profusely thanked me for the hot sex.

An hour later, that hot sex with Vivian was getting me in trouble. Sitting in the car for the long ride home, my mistress Elan decided to end her self-imposed angry silence with me. She erupted with a torrent of hateful accusations — completely disturbed that I preferred fucking a teenager still in high school. “Act your fucking age,” the middle-aged woman spat at me.

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