Bimbo Lessons
Career woman finds her inner slut
i cant put any themes hear they are beastily…..rape….drug…teen/feamale and feamels
Authors note: this is the rewrite to chapter 3 sorry about chapter 2 double post. As always this story contains themes some people not like such as young, incest, mind control and possibly bestiality down the road. Thank you for reading my series thus far nothing much has changed in this chapter just a few word changes and some extra dialogue. thank you and enjoy and previously stated in the original chapter 3 there will be no sex in this or the next chapter so I can develop my characters and story more.
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CHAPTER 3 rewrite
I woke up the next morning to a soft sort of mewing sound behind me. Groggy but curious I turn my head to see my sister sleeping next to me in bed; I guess she must have sneaked in with me last night while I was sleeping. Not wanting to wake her beautiful sleeping form I slowly slipped out of bed trying as best as I could to not make a lot of noise.
I stripped off my clothes as I got to the bathroom desperately needing a shower after all that happened yesterday I was sweaty sticky and just tense as hell. I started up the shower waiting a few moments for the water to heat up. when it was finally ready I stepped in and felt the warm water run along my body slowly waking me up from my stiff zombie like state. As I stood there I thought about the past two days and all the events that had happened. The car, me and sis ending up together, the floating bottles the man who claims to be my father and claims I have powers of my own, the doctors and the doctor with the missing eye who I refer to as the white Russian and my escape from the hospital.
All the stress had hit me like a brick I fell to the floor of the shower from the stress the past two days I didn’t have time to think about what was going on it just happened but here I had all the time in the world to think. I began to worry as thoughts flew through my brain a mile a minute “ The doctors have my address they have to there’s no way I could have been admitted to the hospital last night without my mother filling it out. They’ll come for me and my family to get me wont they and they’ll also…” my mind kept shooting out worry after worry.
After I pulled myself off the floor and got out of the shower. I dried myself off and draped the towel around my waist as I walked over to my room to get dressed. When I entered my room my sister was no longer there asleep on my bed. “ huh she must have gotten up and went back to her room” I said to myself. Just then I noticed a little note on my pillow kinda like they leave in hotels. I thought maybe it was something cute my sister set but as I read it I realized it was the exact opposite of my cute angel of a sister and more like the devil of the man from yesterday. The man I wont ever recognize as my father.
The letter stated:
“Hey kid thought I surprise you with this letter but I’m guessing your just getting angry ahahaha” not kidding he really wrote “ahahaha” “ I noticed your little brain over there working overtime with worry so to burn out your fears I went a head and deleted all known information on you throughout the entire hospitals networks I even went as far as to erase a few doctors memories but I might have gone a bit far with that one now those poor poor doctors don’t even remember they have a family to go home to hahaha” seriously he wrote the laughing. “just remember don’t be getting to emotional there you might just blow up literally! I must go now bye~~~”
“asshole” I muttered under my breath when suddenly more words started to fade onto the paper.
“P.S. I sent you a little gift it should be there shortly” and that was all it said I wondered about the “gift” he sent I had a feeling it will be dangerous, but I did finally calm down my worries slipped off of me as I read the note; the feeling of knowing my family was safe was a huge weight off my shoulders.
I walked out to the bedroom hallway which immediately connected to the kitchen as I stepped into the kitchen I saw my mother leaning over the sink doing the dishes with an odd sort of beautiful finesse. the light from the kitchen window illuminating her beautiful face. Strands of hair draping down the side of her face just for her to reach back and tuck it behind her ear. I just don’t know what it is about women that makes there every action so perfect and beautiful totally lost in her image for the moment forgetting about where I was momentarily.
As I came out of my trance from my mother I gave a weak “m-mom” she heard me luckily and turned my way.
“oh sorry honey I didn’t see you there give me just one minute” she said while turning off the sink and drying her hands.
She hopped over to me and gave me a hug like usual, and as usual her face pressing right into my crotch but the look on her face seem to say she didn’t even notice. She had a big grin on her face as she asked me “do you need something sweety?”
“yeah actually mom I want to know what happened with my father.” I said with a stern strait face as I looked her in the eyes.
She visibly took a step back by this question “Y-your father!? Sweety why would you wanna know about that?”
“i just think its time for me to hear about what happened it’s alright if you don’t wanna tell me though”
she was quiet for a few minutes then suddenly sighed “i guess I would have to tell you one of these days why not today then I guess”
“are you sure I know it must be hard to talk about it”.
“no its fine I knew this would happen someday I just wasn’t expecting today”
I nod my head letting her know I understand and she takes her time trying to figure out the words she wants to say.
“I’m sure you know about the base details of it like the fact that when I was 8 years old I met a man and some say he raped me I still don’t to this day but we did have sex and I was impregnated by this man and gave birth to you and your sister. I’m sure you know all this already correct?”
“yes I do” I simply stated
“well there’s a bit more to the story than just the base facts to this story. On the day that I met your father it was a bright and sunny day in spring the birds chirping the bugs humming along and I was none the wiser about the world. I was walking home from school that day when suddenly it felt like something was calling to me. My body on its own began to move to god knows
where.
When I finally stopped moving I don’t remember the name of the place but it was this old motel the place looked like it hadn’t been clean in years the floors were this disgusting mix of yellow tiles and mold in fact I think every wall of the place had mold on it.
As I stood there unable to move I felt a hand on my shoulder I tried to look but my head was stuck in place all I could see was what I later figured out to be a trench coat my body suddenly started moving along with him as we walked up to the counter.
“i would like to order a room for one night for me and my daughter” the man said to the clerk.
I stood there unable to speak only nod as the clerk looked over the counter to see me. As we entered the room I felt even more fear flow through my body at the thought that I didn’t know what the man wanted to do. I started shaking in fear then he knelt down and that’s when I saw your fathers face. The best way to describe your father would be that he looked young but had a thick face but was pretty skinny his hair and beard were both bright orange and he looked very dirty almost like he had been in a fight or was rolling around in mud for days strait he wore a long trench coat that looked worn and old like as if had it for a while. He had tears running down his face and he was apologizing profusely saying things like “I’m sorry this has to be done please forgive me” over and over again while moving me over to the hotel bed. I knew at this point your father wasn’t a bad person. He then proceeded to have intercourse with me.
When he finished he left the room still apologizing just as much even more actually and then he was gone. Jump to nine months later and there you guys are being born, the happiest day of my life.
Once everybody had left the room that’s when I saw your father a second time.
“wait dad was in the hospital with you!?” I said shocked at this
“yup he came right over and sat down next to me he was quiet for the longest time as he tried to think of the words to say then guess what”
“what?” I asked curiously
“out of nowhere you started crying in my arms you actually got your father to smile and made us both laugh”
“hes got a good voice I can tell he’ll be a fine man someday” your father said very proudly
“look I wanted to apologize for putting this heavy burden on you I know right now you wont understand but in the future there will be things to happen some behind the shadows but many out open to the world for all to see and our son will be there to guide it all this great change to the world I can feel it” he smiled while wiping a tear from his eyes “just one more thing” I looked at him curiously “what?”
“may I please have a picture with my kids”
“and that’s how my story ends please excuse me for a bit I’m just getting emotional nothing to worry about.”
I let mom walk away I knew she would be fine shes strong. I had a lot to think about now the man she described in the story sounds nothing like the man I met they sound like polar opposites to be honest. I decided worrying wouldn’t help right now and that I should just relax. I sat down on my couch and started watching an episode of an anime called sword art online on my T.V. When about halfway through the episode I hear a knock at the door.
I slowly opened the door revealing a fiery beauty at my door and man she was hot. Think my tongue fell out of my jaw. She was this short redheaded girl bright red almost like a fire. her face was round and she wore heavy eye liner just the right amount to make her look incredible. then her body My god her body her ass was amazing I could already tell just by looking at her front, and her tits they were amazing I gotta say E’s at least she was wearing these tight jeans and an equally tight black tank top that complimented her huge breasts nicely its like she left home this morning and made sure that every man she walked by had an instant hard-on.
By the time I realized I was staring to much I readjusted my self and held out my hand “hi I’m Ale…” she walked right past me ignoring me completely as she sat down on my couch. I was surprised to say the least I mean she just walked into my house and sat down on my couch like it was nothing.
“Awesome! I love SAO” she said as if she didn’t just barge in here but honestly I wasn’t complaining.
Its not every day you got a hot girl on you couch watching anime. I move behind her just as the episode ends and clear my throat loudly. She turns around and stares at me intensely “yeah what do ya want” she says with a temper.
“What do you mean what do I want you enter my house, watch my anime so I’d really like to know why your here” I said starting to get angry myself.
“your old man sent me” she said making me have even more questions.
“what do you mean he sent you?”
“didn’t you get the note he said he would tell you I was coming”
all the note said was a gift was coming… wait a second does he mean her! Shes the gift!
“why would he send you for what reason?”
“fer god sakes you’re loud shut up for a sec god damn he sent me cause I’m supposed to train you” she said while scratching the back of her head in an annoyed manner.
“train me? Train me in what?”
“magic dumb ass what else would there be? cause he obviously didn’t train you in fashion sense” she said while looking over my closes which was just an outfit I threw together at the last moment. I felt myself getting more angry at her here she comes barging in sits on my couch and then starts critiquing me on my fashion.
“magic? What magic?” I said while remembering the time in the hospital with that man when he stopped all my movements completely.
“ugh do you ever shut up you’re given me a headache goddamn it I know what kid of training you need !” she flick up her hand and out of nowhere a pencil flew up into the air and then suddenly flew at my head .I quickly dodged it before it hit me, and when I looked back half the pencil was imbedded deep in the wall.
“H-HOLY SHIT!! Jesus lady you trying to kill me. for fucks sake how the fuck did you do that” I screamed
“like I said with MAGIC retard you know for someone who’s race is the strongest there is you sure don’t know shit”
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Part 2 of a lustful encounter
Weak mannered, married man has a sudden urge that causes him to enter into a world of humiliation and depravity at the hands of his neighbor.
My name is Katherine, Katie to my friends. I’m a PA to a senior director of a large corporation, and have been for many years now. I began as a humble secretary after finishing secretarial college when I was twenty.
There was a fateful day in my life when everything seemed to change. It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was shopping for a new pair of shoes for a party. I stepped backwards away from a rack in a shoe store, and I quite literally bumped into another shopper, doing exactly the same. We both turned around to apologise, the way you do, and I noticed that the other shopper was an attractive girl in her mid to late teens. You often can’t tell how old a teenage girl is; due to the effect make-up has on her facial features. I was buying alcohol and getting into eighteen rated films by the time I was fifteen.
Unusually for me I got talking to the girl in the store, and we talked about fashions, make-ups, and other ‘girlie’ things. The store was crowded so it took us a while to get served, and I suggested that the two of us get some lunch, simply because I was feeling hungry; I wasn’t trying to pick the girl up; girls weren’t my thing. I was no cheap slapper, unlike some of my friends from secretarial college who would shag anything in a pair of trousers, but I liked to think that I was a red-blooded man eater.
During the conversation, we introduced ourselves to the other. Her name was Joanna, and she worked in the fast-food bar that was just along the corridor, but she wasn’t particularly happy with the job. She was a little over sixteen and a half, and quite talkative. Although I don’t usually give away my phone numbers to strangers, there was something about Joanna that made me trust her, so we traded phone numbers and arranged to meet up the following weekend, for lunch, after Joanna finished her shift. We duly met up, and we got on like a house on fire, despite the age difference between us.
One evening, a couple of weeks later, my phone rang, at home, as I was getting all dolled up to go out, and it was Joanna. She’d had a bust-up at work with a colleague, and had been suspended. She was upset and wanted someone to talk to. I was scheduled to go out with a few friends from secretarial college in less than an hour, so I invited Joanna to join us for a drink. I didn’t know why she’d picked me to talk to; perhaps because I was many years older than she was, and I seemed worldly wise by comparison, which I suppose I was. However, if anyone had said that to me, I’d probably have taken it quite badly. It would have made me sound as if I was getting old, and at twenty-five, nearly twenty-six, I didn’t class myself as getting old.
I directed my taxi driver to Joanna’s place and picked her up, then I took her to the bar where I always met up with the girls, and during the evening, she seemed to cheer up. A work colleague had tried to hit on her, and she had hit him, with a dustpan. A week’s suspension had followed for him for his behaviour, and a two week suspension for her, for what amounted basically to common assault, although she was lucky and he hadn’t wanted to press charges the way he could have. Then again, he probably wouldn’t have been inclined to stand up in front of a magistrate and say, “That little sixteen-year old girl hit me because I tried to get her into my bed and wouldn’t take ‘Piss off, you arrogant shit,’ for an answer!” That was exactly the response that Joanna had given him, word for word, causing a ripple of laughter. She may have had the body of a young lady, and the face of an angel, but Joanna didn’t have the vocabulary to go with either of those; her vocabulary was far closer to vulgar ladette, than to any sort of lady.
Joanna went back to my place with me after the bar, and we sat, drank what little white wine I had left in my fridge, and talked, into the small hours of the morning. When we walked out to the taxi that Joanna had ordered, I felt as if I’d known her since she was just a little girl. I wasn’t sure why, at the time, but I gave Joanna a twenty pound note to pay for the taxi. She hadn’t asked me for it, but I could spare it on my salary, far easier than I figured she could on hers, which wasn’t very good really. Twenty-six to thirty hours a week on minimum wage, (at the lower rate due to her age,) wasn’t exactly great, was it? Her eyes lit up at the casual way I just gave away a twenty like that.
After that, we met up a couple of nights a week; sometimes going out for a drink with my friends, going to the cinema, or just sitting in front of my TV with a small bottle of wine and a big pizza. Sometimes we’d go out with what few friends Joanna had, but I didn’t seem to be well received by them; perhaps because of my age, or perhaps because I was monopolising Joanna’s time; we weren’t sure, so we agreed not to do that, and to be honest, Joanna didn’t really seem to miss her friends anyway. Before too long, she wasn’t going home in a taxi on a night; she was staying in my guest bedroom, and I was driving her home in the morning; always after I made her breakfast.
For the first time in my life, I was starting to develop feelings for another woman; just a slip of a girl really, and at first, I was scared of what it might mean for me. Had I always been a bit bi-sexual, just not realising, or refusing to admit it? Had it taken me that long to find a woman I could love, hoping that she just might love me in return? I’d had very little luck with boyfriends in the previous couple of years, so what did I really have to lose in trying to date a woman? There was little I was willing to do at first, not even try to kiss the shy, yet gorgeous little thing. I was twenty-five and Joanna was still only sixteen, clearly too young for me to try anything on with, and that was only if she returned the feelings I was developing for her, and to fair, I doubted that. She hadn’t given me any indication of having any feelings for me.
One Monday night, quite late, I was sitting in front of the TV, watching whatever crap was on it, bored half out of my skull, and suddenly there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting any visitors, so I walked to the door and peered through the peep-hole, rather than open it. Standing on the other side of the front door was Joanna, without so much as a coat, in the pelting rain.
I opened the door, and she stepped through, looked considerably distraught. I got her into the living room, and, as she was soaked to the skin and shivering, I gave her the glass of cognac I’d only just poured for myself. Joanna knocked that back, coughing as the alcohol hit the back of her throat. Not really being sure of what to do after that, I offered her one of my bathrobes, and suggested that she go into the shower while I got her some clean, dry, clothes out of my wardrobe, which I left on the floor outside the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Joanna appeared downstairs in my clothes, and I made her a cup of tea. She apologised for being a nuisance, and for arriving at such a late hour. Then she explained why. The previous weekend had been a birthday party for a friend of Joanna’s from work, which had been a pretty good party. Joanna had headed home in a taxi afterwards, having enjoyed herself. The idiot at work who had hit on her a few months earlier was telling everyone how she’d left with him, and boasting that he’d gotten her into bed and popped her cherry. That very morning at work, she’d heard what he’d been saying, and there had been an almighty bust-up, because he was clearly lying. She was quite sober when she left the party and got into her taxi to go home, and she knew that she’d gone home alone, and with her cherry intact.
That was sexual harassment, and Joanna complained about it to her boss, who didn’t really seem to be concerned about it. Truth be told, Joanna knew that she didn’t get the job due to her qualifications; she hadn’t many of them after all. She got the job because she was eye-candy for the public; she was there simply to draw attention. Joanna knew that she was there to persuade teenage boys and young men to eat at the place she worked, to stare at her, and for no other reason.
If her boss wasn’t going to take her complaint seriously, then, quite understandably, she didn’t want to keep the job, so she stormed off home, and was intending to quit. Her adopted parents were insisting that she couldn’t just quit, because she clearly couldn’t afford that. She was too young to claim any benefits, so she’d have no wages and therefore she’d have no money, and they couldn’t afford to support her. Lying bastards that they were; they had plenty of money and could easily give her financial support for the following few weeks or months; I would have in their place. My parents had for me in a similar situation. They’d even suggested that I chuck the job if I wasn’t happy in it. I wasn’t happy in it, but I was too proud to quit; too proud to let that bitch beat me. So I stuck at the job, and she quit!
She started to cry on my shoulder, so I simply held her and let her cry. When she’d finished crying, and I’d dried her tears, I succumbed to the temptation to kiss her, right on those full, shapely, red lips. There was a little gasp of surprise from Joanna and she recoiled slightly from me. Panicked, I released her from my grasp, leaned back, and I can clearly remember sitting there, thinking, “Oh shit! My reputation is going to go right down the…” That was as far as I got before Joanna leaned forward again and planted her lips onto mine.
I relaxed into the kiss, although it was instantly clear to me that Joanna didn’t have any real idea of how to kiss, and I was genuinely surprised that a beautiful girl like Joanna clearly hadn’t been kissed before. By the time I got to her age, I was on the pill and had been sleeping with my first serious boyfriend for the best part of six months.
Joanna, on the other hand, was unmistakeably innocent. Clearly, as she was still only sixteen, we couldn’t take it much further, without me breaking the law, so when I found myself reaching for her tits, I pulled my hands back, not expecting that she would have realised what I was doing. However Joanna had noticed and she grabbed my wrists, placing both hands where I had intended to put them. Her tits were quite warm, through the thin cotton blouse she was wearing, firm and full, and they felt nice in my hands; especially as she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could feel her nipples pressing into the palms of my hands. As one of my ex-boyfriends had said about my own tits, “A nice firm handful to play with.” That was the first time I’d fondled another girl’s tits, but it took me one step closer to understanding men. I realised why blokes enjoy fondling girls’ tits; it feels nice to have a large pair, like Joanna’s in my hands. It’s also nice to know that the owner of them is quite happy letting you feel them. It is a sign that she thinks enough of you, and trusts you enough to permit it.
Her hands found my tits and began to gently knead them, just the way men had done before, and the way I quite enjoyed. We broke the embrace, and neither of us really wanted to look into the other’s eyes for a while. “I can’t believe I just did that,” said Joanna, with a shy smile, “but I quite enjoyed it.”
“I’m having much the same thoughts,” I confessed. “I can’t believe that I just did it either, but I also enjoyed it. Does that make us lesbians?”
“I’ve wondered that for a while, Katie. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way…but…I know that I’m attracted to you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, so I’m not really sure what it means. I’ve never had a boyfriend before, so perhaps I am a lesbian. You’ve had boyfriends, so clearly you can’t be strictly a lesbian. Perhaps you’re a closet bi-sexual, just coming out, for the first time.”
“I’ve being trying to deny it to myself, but I feel the same way about you.”
Joanna looked much happier at the confession and said, “That makes me feel a whole lot better, Katie. Can I stay the night, please, because I don’t want to face my parents at the moment?”
“You can stay as long as you like,” I assured her. “I won’t worry about my home while you’re here, and I’ll give you the spare set of keys, and the alarm code. You won’t steal anything will you?” I asked with a smile on my face, to show that I wasn’t serious.
She just smiled right back at me and said, “If you thought that I might be a thief, you wouldn’t have made the offer. You know that you can trust me, and you know that I won’t do anything to upset you; don’t you? Besides which, you know where I live! You know where to send the police to have me arrested if anything goes missing. What time will you be home from work tomorrow? I’ll have tea ready for you.”
“About half past five, but you needn’t make a meal for me.”
“I want to, to repay you for your kindness.”
The following evening, after tea, and after we’d washed up, we were standing in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil in the kettle, and I said to Joanna, “If you don’t want to go back to work, then don’t. My spare room is yours for as long as you want it.”
“I can’t afford to rent your spare room if I’m not working.”
“I’m not offering to rent it to you. I know you won’t be able to pay, so I’m offering to give it to you for as long as you need it, while you’re looking for a new job.”
“No Katie, I couldn’t. I couldn’t sponge off you like that.”
“Sponge?” I laughed. “You’ve told me that you’re attracted to me, and I’ve told you that I feel the same about you. You’ve grabbed my tits and stuck your tongue into my mouth, and I’ve done the same to you. Obviously we can’t take it any further than that, without me risking arrest and imprisonment for unlawful sex with a minor; assuming that was what you wanted. I feel like a stupid schoolgirl again for the first time in years.” Not really being sure of what to do, I stepped close to Joanna, stared into her lovely green eyes, and wrapped my arms around her. “Girlfriends?” I asked.
“Yes!” was the emphatic reply, as she put her arms around my waist, and got a firm grip on my arse. “If I’m still your girlfriend when I reach eighteen, I will want you to fuck me. In fact, if you want to fuck me before then, I won’t have you arrested. I’ll share your bed tonight if you’ll let me; I’m willing enough to let you have my cherry.”
I felt tears in my eyes at that moment; she was offering to sleep with me if I wanted, despite her age. “In that case, I’ll become the provider for myself and my partner. I have no debts,” I told her. “I inherited the house from an uncle, so I own it outright. I traded his car in for something more manageable, and still had some spare cash left. I have a good salary from my employer, and I will willingly support my first girlfriend, quite happily. I had already realised that I’m at my happiest when you are around me, so if you want to stay permanently, then I want you to stay, but no fucking until you’re eighteen; my conscience wouldn’t let me sleep with you until then.”
She looked into my eyes, whispered, “Thank you Katie; you won’t regret it. I promise you that you won’t,” and just burst into tears again. As she did that, I held her to me, aware of the firm grip she still had on my arse, and I wondered how the fuck I was going to explain to the girls, how, at just turned twenty-six, I had ended up with a sixteen year old girlfriend, who was moving in with me!
“I know that I won’t regret it, honey,” I all but whispered into her ear as she cried onto the front of my blouse.
Later that day, I drove her to her parents’ house and we told them a partial truth. We told them that I was going to put her up until she could find a new job. They didn’t like it, and tried to convince her to go back to work, and stay with them. That attempt ended when I put them in their places. “Just because you are too tight to maintain your adopted daughter, don’t tar everyone with the same brush. She’s a good friend to me, and I, at least, will look after her. Do you know why she wants to quit that dead end job? Some twat is claiming to have gotten her drunk and screwed her after a party and a bunch of twats are taking the piss, and you don’t appear to care in the slightest, about the slur on Joanna’s reputation, only being worried about your bloody bank balance!
You want to make her go back to that job, and you call yourselves parents? If I had parents like you. I’d disown the inconsiderate bastards! I’ll take your daughter in to my home and I’ll and support her if you won’t. She can have my spare room until she’s working again, and can afford to rent herself a flat nearby. I have the money, and I’m willing to spend it on a friend in need. I’ll buy her everything she needs because I can. I’ll pay for her to learn to drive, and I’ll get her a car to drive to interviews, if she hasn’t found work by then. She’ll need a good suit to wear, and I’ll supply her with that too. Why am I going to do this? Because her own bloody parents won’t! Despite her youth, she’s a good friend to me and she’s good company.”
As Joanna’s adoptive father tried to interrupt me, I sort of ‘stomped’ on him. “I’m not finished yet, you tight fisted bastard! No doubt you’re wondering what I’m going to get out of the arrangement? Jo’s offered to keep house for me; wash, iron, cook and clean. She’s going to be the most expensive house-keeper I can imagine, but I don’t care! She’ll be good company for me, and I’m looking forward to that. I’m single at the moment, after my last boyfriend dumped me for some dirty little trollop with king-sized knockers and knickers like a yo-yo. I wouldn’t get into his bed so he waved bye-bye to me, in favour of some cheap slag he picked up in a bar. She gave him the pox too, and it served him right. In fact, he reminds me of you!”
We just walked out of the living room and packed all of what Joanna owned, although it took three trips in the car to carry it all. The last thing I did was to give Joanna’s parents my address and landline telephone number, before we left, in case they could be bothered to either ‘phone or visit.
Neither of us had any real idea of what we were going to do in our new life as lovers. Obviously we couldn’t sleep together, because that was illegal, but we could be happy together anyway. The following morning I went to work after bunging a load of washing in the machine. When I got home, it was dried, ironed and folded, ready to be put away, and I was quite surprised. I hadn’t expected Joanna to have done all of that, and said so.
She just smiled at me and said, “It wasn’t as if I had a great else to do, Katie. I can’t pay you board money, or pay a share of the domestic bills; you won’t even let me fuck, so I thought that I may as well earn my keep the only way I can; by doing housework. Let me do these things, please; I’ll feel better if you do.”
“I’m not going to try to stop you, honey, if that’s how you feel, because I’ve always hated ironing.”
“Good. I’ll be a good wife to you, Katie, I promise I will.”
“A good wife? You’re only sixteen, Jo, with a lot ahead of you yet. Just because we are attracted to each other, doesn’t mean we’ll be able to make it work out, but I will try my best, and I’m sure you will too. I’ll try my hardest to be a good husband to you. Not that I have the slightest idea how to be, but I will try.”
We were visited by Joanna’s parents after a few days. There’d been no contact from her, and they accepted that she wasn’t going to move back in, so they came to see her. I suggested that she give them a tour of the house, to see what they would say. They seemed surprised that Joanna and I were sleeping in separate beds. It was clear that they thought I was sleeping with her already, despite her age, and didn’t make much of an effort to hide that fact. We both knew that if things continued the way they were, then it was only a matter of time until that started to happen.
It was Joanna who put them in their places that time, and she lied through her teeth! She told them I’d taken her in because I was a good friend despite the short time we’d known each other. I didn’t want to see her upset, and she’d volunteered to be my housekeeper, as I had said a few days earlier, to pay her way, seeing as she had no money. She told them we weren’t lovers, which we really weren’t, back then. She pointed to pictures of my ex boyfriends on the shelves, to convince them that girls weren’t my thing, and they believed her. More fool them then; especially if they couldn’t recognise the fact that the girl they’d raised from the age of fourteen months, was lying to their faces with a smile on her lips.
Less than ten seconds after they got out of the front door, we were kissing in the hall, and for the first time Joanna put her hands up my top and popped my tits out of my half cups, and began to caress them. She was turning me on, and I wanted to stop her doing that, because she was too young for me to have sex with. Normally when a man did that to me, we used to head for my bed, or his, depending on where we were, and we did it rather quickly. I tried to stop her, but she didn’t want to stop, and said, “Then I’ll keep my knickers on, and cross my legs, so no-one can accuse you of that. Let me play with your boobs for a while, baby, they feel so soft, and nice, under my fingers.” What could I say to that?
So we stayed where we were, like a couple of school kids, kissing and fondling each others’ tits, getting more and more turned on. I almost laughed when I felt Joanna clearly cross her legs as she stood in front of me. We both knew that we were going to have to stop soon, or who knew where it would end. I ended up breaking the embrace, trying not to hurt Joanna’s feelings, and stepped away from her. She took it quite well, knowing what had to be done, and we returned to the living room, and put some popcorn into the microwave, before putting on a movie. All we did after that was exchange the odd kiss, after agreeing not to grope each other’s tits for the rest of the night, and watch the film.
As we tidied up and went to bed, Joanna said to me, “Goodnight Katie, I love you.” There; one of us had actually said it, and it was out in the open. “I love you too, Joanna,” I replied. “Can we trust ourselves to share a bed do you think?”
“No, I don’t. We’ll do something silly, and you know we will.”
“You’re probably right, honey, good night.” We kissed and went to our respective beds, and I think it was the hardest parting I’d done in quite a while.
Despite living with me, and doing all my domestic chores, Joanna wasn’t keen on asking me for anything, no matter how little it cost. There was a particular Saturday afternoon we’d gone shopping, and I could see her eying up a particularly nice dress. I offered to buy her the dress, but she wouldn’t let me; objecting to my spending a considerable sum of money on a dress for her, so I let it go. I bought her the dress the following Monday on my lunch break, and presented it to her that evening after we’d had our tea. At first she didn’t want to accept it, but seeing as I wasn’t planning on taking it back, she accepted it eventually, and looked very nice in it too. It took me quite a while to convince Joanna that if she saw something she wanted, then all she had to do was say so, and it was very unlikely that I’d refuse to buy it for her.
For her seventeenth birthday, I paid the fee to get Joanna her provisional driving license, and booked her first twenty lessons with the instructor I learned from. I also added her onto my own insurance, and let her drive my car when we went out together. At first she was too worried about damaging my car to drive it, but as her confidence increased, she permitted herself to drive us around. Along with those, I also gave her a credit card on my own account, even though it took her months to actually put anything on it.
About four months after Joanna moved in with me, we were out shopping in the centre where Joanna used to work, and I suggested we go into her old workplace and stir up some trouble. My suggestion was, “If the dickhead who claimed that he fucked you is in there, we’ll demonstrate to all there, how much of liar he is.”
“How are we gonna do that,” Joanna asked me.
“Easy honey; you stick your tongue down my throat, and both hands up my t-shirt to grab my tits when one of them is looking at us. Demonstrate your lesbianism, and there’ll be lots of piss-taking going on by the time we leave. It’ll ruin his reputation entirely.”
It took her most of the meal to find the nerve, but, blushing slightly, she did! She leaned across the bench seat to kiss me, and for the first time in quite a while, I got myself vigorously groped in a public place. It made me feel so dirty, and it was great fun. We got banned from the fast food bar for life, but who the fuck even cared? We could see no reason why we would want to go in there again anyway.
When we got home, I gave the girl I loved something of a reward for her courage. I stripped myself naked from the waist up, the way she’d been pestering me to do me to for a while, and I let her touch, feel and suck my tits, until they were sticky with her saliva, my sensitive nipples were sticking up, and her own blouse and bra were on the floor, and she was all but begging me to suck on her nipples the same way. She was blushing a little because she’d never bared her tits like that for anyone. Going in the school showers after PE didn’t really count, because the girls didn’t really pay a great deal of attention to each others’ tits. Joanna didn’t worry about her tits back then, or so she’d said.
Given the size they were, she had nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing that the other girls would have taken the piss about, the way they did with girls with smaller tits. Yet she’d never bared them to a lover, who was going to touch, feel and suck them, which was what I was intending to do. If I’d had even a little less willpower, I’d have had her knickers off, and she wouldn’t have even wanted to stop me; feeling as wanton as I did. It was the first time since childhood that I had sucked on a pair of tits as well, and there was something indescribably sexy about doing so. I’d sucked my mother’s as a baby, seeing as that was what they were intended for. My mother insisted on breast-feeding both my brother and myself, because that was what nature intended.
After we’d both got dressed again I said to her, “If you blush like that before I’ve even got your bra off honey, what are you going to be like when you drop your knickers for me on your birthday, as you’ve said you want to do?”
“I’ll probably blush even more, at showing you my fanny, but I will drop them for you, and I will let you make love to me, because it is what I want to do.”
We got to the turned on stage all too often, but with sufficient willpower Joanna reached her eighteenth birthday with her cherry intact, but we both wanted that to change soon after. There was one night, a few weeks before her birthday, after a night out on the town, we got home and she put a hand up my skirt, and, for the first time, quite unmistakably reached for my fanny through the gusset of my knickers. “You know, Katie, I think I’m going to quite enjoy slipping my tongue into this little honeypot. Will you let me lick your fanny tonight, baby?”
“You’re too young for that.”
“No Katie, I’m too young to let you stick a strap-on cock into my fanny, if you owned one. I’m not too young to lick yours, or let you lick mine. Please baby; you know I want to lick you out!”
Her logic was good, and she was right on that score. I’d let my first real boyfriend see and suck my tits at thirteen, and then he started to poke and lick my fanny when I was fourteen. At the same age I’d first started sucking his cock and swallowing his spunk, so did it really make much difference if I licked Joanna’s fanny when she was still sweet, virginal seventeen?
As long as it didn’t go further than that, then, no of course it didn’t. “Let’s go into the living room, honey, and then you can pull my knickers down and lick my fanny to your heart’s content,” I told her.
“Will you teach me what I’m supposed to do, to pleasure you?”
“I’ve never licked a fanny myself, so I’m not really sure.”
“You’ve had yours licked before though, haven’t you? I’m sure you’ll be able to tell me what to do, won’t you. I’ll do what you say.”
“Perhaps it might be best if I licked yours first, to show you what to do.”
I didn’t get the chance to use my tongue; I was quickly but gently pressed up against the living room wall, and Joanna quite roughly yanked my knickers down around my ankles for me to step out of. She seemed quite surprised that I had shaved off all my pubes, so my fanny was bald. I’m not really sure how I looked; holding my skirt up out of the way, while directing my seventeen year old girlfriend in the art of fanny licking.
When Joanna had given me a climax, and it was time for me to return the favour, she stood up and walked across the living room to the couch and lay back on it. Then visibly blushing with a mix of embarrassment and shyness, she hitched her skirt up and pulled her knickers down for me, exposing a triumphant red bush and a tight virginal fanny.
She invited me to use my fingers on her fanny, to loosen it up for the dildo we were going to buy later on. Her fanny was wet and warm, and oh so tight around my fingers. Joanna’s sense of humour was great, but sometimes she picked the wrong subject. That day, after I’d stuck two fingers into her fanny, she jokingly asked me how long it had been since a partner had begged me to get my knickers off, just to lick me out; rather than actually have sex with me, which she did want to do, and would do when it was legal. I didn’t like the concept that I’d made her beg for anything. I actually apologised if I’d given her that impression. That wasn’t what I wanted her to think. “With the exception of sex before your birthday, I’ll give you anything you can reasonably want. That, I promise you, with all of my heart,” was what I told her that night.
She asked me for one promise; a nice simple one. “Poke my fanny every night, lover? I’ll lick yours if you do. I want to be ready to be taken on my birthday. I want to be ready for you to enter me that very night, and not get hurt too much.”
“I’ll do my very best not to hurt you, honey. I’ll be very gentle with you when the time comes; I promise you I will.”
From then on we did the same virtually every night, yet we didn’t sleep in the same bed. In fact we didn’t do anything in either bedroom together, although we both admitted to poking ourselves during some nights, and imagining that it was the other one doing the poking. We deliberately refused to buy a strap-on dildo until the day of Joanna’s birthday, so there could be no temptation after a night out; or after a night in for that matter. If we had nothing to use to have sex, then we clearly couldn’t have sex.
Five weeks down the line, after a night out on the town, to celebrate Joanna’s birthday, we arrived home with only one thought on our minds; sex! I was going to claim Joanna’s virginity. We stumbled into my bedroom, literally tearing at each other’s clothes, until we were both entirely naked, and we reached for the double-ended dildo we’d bought especially for the purpose that very afternoon. Joanna had already decided that I was going to be on top; I was going to be the dominant partner, being the one who had a job. The facts that I was nine years older, four inches taller and twenty pounds heavier also had something to do with it. As I looked down at Joanna lying on what had just become our bed, she looked so small and vulnerable. It was a big bed in an equally big bedroom, and it dwarfed her five foot, three inch; size eight, frame.
I’d never had sex with a woman before and it was a little strange, really burying my face in a hairy fanny and going at it for all I was worth with my tongue. It was also a lot of fun as I listened to Joanna whimpering. She smelled divine, and tasted the same way. I quite quickly realised that I liked the smell of what my first serious boyfriend called, “a dirty little girl.” I suppose he was right about me, too. At the age of fourteen, I was lying on his bed, bra and knickers in my handbag, skirt up around my waist and my blouse open, all of my girlie parts on display, ready to be touched, probed, licked or sucked, and they certainly were.
I had been a dirty little girl, hadn’t I? Originally, I’d dropped my knickers for him as a Christmas present, and quite enjoyed having my fanny poked, so I continued to let him poke it on a regular basis. I’d been getting my tits out for him for a few months by then already. What would his parents have thought if they’d caught us at it; their sixteen year old son with two fingers in his fourteen year old girlfriend’s fanny on his bed? Let alone what they’d have thought if they’d seen him with his cock in her mouth, never mind actually spunking into her mouth for her to swallow. He wanted to put his cock in my fanny as well, but I wasn’t having that; at fourteen I figured I was too young to screw.
A few months later I made the mistake of letting him find out that my GP had prescribed me the oral contraceptive pill as a remedy for my headaches, so he figured that it would be safe to have sex me without risk of my becoming pregnant, and began to pester me for sex. I refused, and threatened to dump him if he didn’t stop pestering me.
I made another mistake by promising him my unprotected fanny on the night of my sixteenth birthday, if we were still together, and on the condition that he gave me a good night out to celebrate. I got plenty of presents and a good night out, and was then taken to his brother’s flat, and shagged over the arm of the settee, because we weren’t allowed to use the bedroom. Not exactly what a teenage virgin should have expected for her first time, but it sufficed for both of us. Inconsiderate twat that he was, he boasted to everyone about what I had agreed to let him do, although if I had known what he was telling people, I may well have reneged on my part of the bargain. I had expected a little discretion, after all! As it was, he got me home a bare five minutes before my midnight deadline, and as everyone found out within a few days, when I got there, I had no knickers on under my short skirt and my fanny was full to overflowing with his spunk. He claimed to be surprised that my parents hadn’t heard the filthy squelching noises from my well-spunked fanny as I walked into the house! He’d had his cock in my mouth as usual, but he wouldn’t spunk there. He said he was saving it all to put in my fanny, and as the boasts said, he spunked in there no less than four times, and apparently I looked so dirty as the spunk trickled out after he’d squirted it into my fanny.
He’d wanted to me up the arse as well, but with a cock as big as his, I told him that that there was no way in hell he was doing that. I’d been worried enough about its effects on my virginal fanny, and that was designed to have a cock shoved inside it! It didn’t hurt though, and I was thankful for the time and effort he’d lavished on my fanny for the previous eighteen months or so, making sure that I was ready to shag. As I said to him, nature didn’t give me an arsehole to have a cock shoved up it; that was what Mother Nature designed fannies to do! I’d enjoyed my first ever shagging, so as long as I got more pleasure, he could give me a lot more of them.
Within eight months of that night, I was single again. I went to his little flat to surprise him. I surprised both of them! It was an unpleasant surprise for me too; finding my boyfriend shagging a woman old enough to be his mother, on the living room floor! To make matters worse, he wasn’t wearing a condom, so I had little idea of what he might have given me. I dumped him on the spot, despite his protests of it being the first time, and his pleading and his begging for a second chance. The odds of it being the first time were remote, and I’d have had to have been a fool to believe him. Being a smart girls, I get myself checked out at the local pox-doctor, and and the tender age of sixteen, that was bloody humiliating!
I liked the unique odour of a wet fanny in front of my nose, and the taste of it on my tongue. She tasted so sweet too! I understood why a fanny was often called a honeypot, because of the sweet taste of fanny-juice. I hadn’t been laid in more than a year and despite having Joanna’s tongue in my fanny every night for the previous few weeks, I was missing the sex. However, seeing as I was living with my girlfriend, I couldn’t cheat on her and go out to get laid. I wouldn’t anyway, because I’ve been cheated on before, and I know how much it hurts. Besides which, I’ve never done a one-night stand, just for the sex. Being licked out was all well and good, but nothing beats a long, hard cock, shoved as far as it will go. Well, I wasn’t going to miss it anymore, even if the cock was made of latex rubber.
That night, just before we first made love, I promised to be very gentle with the young woman I was about to have sex with. I understood, the way no boy or man ever could, the feelings of anxiety a virgin girl often had. She was wondering about the sensation of having our new rubber cock inserted in her tight, virginal fanny. She saw that it was eight inches in length, and it looked positively huge. She was wondering where it was going to fit within her lower abdomen. Just as I had been many years ago, Joanna was anxious yet excited. She had reached the age where her partner could legally have sex with her, and that was what she wanted. To be fair though, she wasn’t the only anxious one in that bedroom. I was worried that I might unintentionally hurt her, as I pushed the rubber cock inside her.
After I served Joanna breakfast in bed, I asked her what she wanted for afters. I got what I could only describe as a dirty laugh, and the answer, “I want to suck your boobs and lick your lovely bald fanny of course. Come over here and stick it in my face before you make love to me again.” I was still tired after the last night, but I performed like a good ‘husband’, and gave her another orgasm.
I knew than, if I didn’t already, that I truly loved that eighteen year old girl. “How are we going to tell your parents,” I asked, later that day.
“We don’t. I already have.”
“What did they say?” I wanted to know.
“They told me that you and I were both little better than perverts, and they disowned me on the spot. That’s why they haven’t been round recently.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I said nothing. “I don’t need them anyway, as long as I have you, oh love of my life,” was what Joanna said to me with a lovely smile on her face.
We discussed how we were going to tell my friends about what we had become. We decided that a demonstration was the order of the day, so the next night out, in our usual club; Joanna planted her mouth onto mine in full view of the entire group, and grabbed a good, double handful of my arse cheeks. There were no shocked gasps, the way I had been expecting. In fact, the only words were, “Right, that’s twenty quid you owe me, Maggie.” Clearly we’d been sussed a while ago, but, much to my surprise, no-one seemed to care that I’d morphed into a muff-diver.
There was only one question relating to our relationship, and Joanna answered it for me. The question was, “How long have you been shagging this little honey then Katie; six months; a year; or even longer?”
The answer was, “She’s been, as you put it, ‘shagging me’, morning and night, since my eighteenth birthday, and that was a mere four days ago.”
Joanna changed her surname by deed poll shortly after her adopted parents disowned her. She didn’t want to keep their name, to remind her of how stupid and hurtful they had been. It took her a while to choose a new name, and I was surprised when she asked my permission to take my surname. We were partners, so we may as well have the same names, even if we couldn’t marry. That brought tears to my eyes, as I realised what it meant. She had promised that she would be a good wife to me, and, like any good wife, she wanted to take my family name. Needless to say, I quite happily gave her my blessing to take my name if she wanted it.
For her eighteenth birthday, I bought Joanna a convertible Nissan Micra, the glass roofed version, as she’d only just recently passed her test. She liked Micras, seeing as that was what her driving instructor had, and what I owned, and let her drive, so it was what she’d become accustomed to driving. The car wasn’t brand new; an ex-demonstrator, about six months old, but it was still a nice looking car in a metallic dark green, complete with warranty and free servicing. It came out of my inheritance, and when Joanna took the keys from the salesman, the look on her face was worth every penny that car cost me. It was the best birthday present anyone had ever given her, and, as I had come to expect, Joanna cried. When I told her that I wanted to buy her a car, she was expecting something from a corner end used car place; a few hundred quid, maybe a grand at the most. She sure as hell wasn’t expecting what she got! Unfortunately, when she took the keys to the car, she had no insurance. I couldn’t insure it in her name without giving the surprise away. I had to drive it home for her, and then we got her insured to drive it, and I had forgotten just how expensive car insurance could be for the young, inexperienced drivers without any no-claims discount.
Being adopted, Joanna has no idea about her real family. Had she been taken from them by social services because they couldn’t look after her? Had they given her away voluntarily? Or was she an orphan, with no family? Prior to that day, she told me that I was the only family she needed, and had suggested that in a few years she would like us to adopt a child or two, to create a proper family. She insisted on adopting, rather than fostering, because she wanted us to keep the children for life, rather than just have different children for short times, before they went off to other homes. She wanted to be able to build a proper bond between the two of us and any children we adopted. I quite liked the idea of raising a couple of children the way I would have if I had married and let my husband make me pregnant.
We classed the name change as our wedding day, and went off on honeymoon to Quebec, in Canada. While we were there, we underwent the Canadian wedding ceremony, even though it isn’t legally binding in this country. I made the hotel reservation at the hotel where I had been a couple of times for a girls’ holiday, and as usual, I had to spell my family name.
My paternal grandfather was foreign you see. He’d arrived in Britain in 1942, a badly wounded P.O.W. from North Africa. His home was Hamburg, but when the war was over, he had nothing to go home to, seeing as his entire family had been killed by the Royal Air Force. When the war was over, he initiated a search for the nurse who saved his life, intending to thank her properly. A year or so later, they were married, and that is why my family name is Von Falkenhausen. My paternal grandfather had two sons, and taught them both their heritage.
My father taught me my heritage and his language. My brother wasn’t really interested, thinking it was all old hat. That was why when our uncle died, single and childless, I got everything; the house, the car and all the money, and my dip-shit brother got diddly-squat, and it served him right too! My German is extremely good, I just have an accent. If it wasn’t for that, I could pass for a native. I’m teaching Joanna, too, so that she can participate in the family debates. My father spent a short while in the army, and on his return from a tour of duty in Germany, of all places, he brought a pregnant, disabled wife home with him. That pregnancy was me, and was the death-knell of my father’s army career.
The meeting between my parents was extremely unusual. My mother stepped onto a road without looking, and my father ran her over in an army-issue Land Rover. Even now, my mother jokes that my father could only get a wife by breaking her legs and knocking her out first. She was paralysed in the accident, and only had good use of one arm, so clearly she couldn’t raise a child too well from her wheelchair. Father got a special reasons discharge from the army, although he was quite happy there, to look after his wife and infant daughter. My parents never denied that both myself and my brother were accidents. Mother wasn’t really able to look after children, so they had decided not to have any. However, when mother fell pregnant, they were left with little choice.
We haven’t seen hide nor hair of Joanna’s adoptive parents since she told them that we were lovers, and by now it doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. It did at the start, but she decided that if they didn’t want anything to do with her, she didn’t want anything to do with them either. She is not any kind of pervert; she is a beautiful, caring young woman, and I love her.
My own parents are quite understanding about the situation, and make Joanna feel quite welcome whenever we visit them, and they’re always friendly towards her when they visit us.
It was going to be awkward when I explained things to them, so we went around to see them when we knew my brother would be absent from the family home. When we told them what was happening, my mother propelled her wheelchair over to Joanna, wrapped her up in her embrace and simply said, “Welcome to the family.”
Joanna cried at that and my mother looked at me for an explanation. “When she told her adopted parents that we were an item, they told her that she was no better than a pervert, and wanted nothing to do with her.”
“The monsters!” my mother announced. “You’ll always be welcome here young lady, if Katie’s out of the area on business.” That did happen on occasion, unfortunately, due to the job. When my boss went away on business, I often had to go with him, which was the downside of being a highly paid PA. There were times I’d rather not have gone, but I didn’t really have much choice. I’ve been to many foreign lands; America, Japan, Germany, France, and even Russia.
I was lucky in a way, and my partners never distrusted me while I was away with my boss. I wasn’t going to get up to any infidelity, for two reasons. My boss, at that time, was in his late fifties, (way too old for my tastes), and had a rather attractive boyfriend of his own, many years younger than he was. As I said to Joanna, “I don’t do boys any more, and he’s never done girls, so that reduces the chances of adultery to just about zero,” although she never doubted my commitment to her. Joanna always trusted me to be faithful to her, and I always have been.
I guess that my parents are just broader minded people, content to accept whoever I love and whoever makes me happy. They’ve even started to jokingly refer to Joanna as my wife. I was a little surprised to hear them invite me to a family meal and instruct me to “bring the wife with you.”
Joanna was over the moon with that, because it meant that she’d been accepted by my family, in a way that her own either wouldn’t, or couldn’t, accept her. My parents can’t understand Joanna’s parents’ inability to accept her for what she is, because there’s no point in trying to change her. If being in a relationship with another woman is what makes her happy, then let her be happy.
My brother, who had been making ‘lemon’ jokes, for a few weeks beforehand, was staring daggers at me all night, because he was jealous of the young beauty that was quite willing to share my bed, when the time was right. Then again, considering some of the dogs he’s pulled in his time, it wasn’t exactly any surprise. Some of them were so ugly, the only reason he could possibly want anything to do with them, was that they were dirty slags after casual sex. That was often what I told him he was as well; ‘a dirty little blonde slapper,’ and he is too. He’s always been the sort to chase anything in a skirt, and probably always will. The old joke ‘A fanny and a pulse; and the pulse is entirely optional,’ certainly applies to him, because he will screw literally anything in a skirt, between the ages of sixteen and sixty.
I hope for his sake that he stays away from Scotland! Even the blokes up there wear skirts more than I do. Whenever I’m in a relationship, I always wear trousers to work, to hide my legs. Joanna has always said that I have the most gorgeous legs she’s ever seen, and she asked me why I hide them from blokes’ eyes. I’ve never really figured out why I do that, but it’s become a way for guys at work to tell that I’m not available, and it’s also an old habit.
My brother often used the family name as a tool in trying to pull; seeing as it is an old aristocratic name, indicative of breeding, money and influence. Most of the time, it didn’t work. I used other methods. A pretty face, long blonde hair, a nice, shapely arse in a short skirt, and a pair of thirty eight inch tits in a short, tight top, and no bra, were far more effective at grabbing the attentions of the opposite sex, although I never fooled around on the first date. Blokes had to work to get me into bed, but sooner or later, I went, and I had my fun with them. None of them ever complained that I was a poor lay, and neither did my only girlfriend.
I was never unattractive, but I’m not up to Joanna’s standards of beauty; not that it bothers her. In fact, she doesn’t like the attention she gets because of her looks, and her petite, hourglass figure, but she’s just going to have to accept the fact that she is going to get the attention, whether she likes it or not; what with her forty inch tits in their DD cups, twenty-four inch waist and thirty-eight inch hips; and the fact that she is simply downright, drop-dead, gorgeous. Blokes are going to be attracted to her looks and that is all there is to it, as are a few women as well. Such is the downside to being truly beautiful.
When Joanna turned twenty-one, I took her shopping for a present suitable for her birthday. I also took her to the local office of social services and we registered ourselves as volunteering to adopt a child. As we’d only been together for three years, they were reluctant, but Joanna gave them a little more to go on. “We’ve actually been together a year and a half longer than that, but we had to sleep in separate beds due to my age. Isn’t four and a half years enough to develop a loving relationship, to raise an abandoned, neglected, or abused child in? I was adopted myself, so I know how it feels to be raised by people who aren’t your own family. When I told them that I was a lesbian, they disowned me, and I intend to do better than that!”
After almost nineteen months, our names came to the top of the adoption list, and we adopted a little baby girl, Daniela, only a few weeks old. She’d been abandoned by her mother in a hospital car park on a summer’s night, with a note explaining things. Seeing as her mother wasn’t traced, she went into the adoption program, and came to us. Now we are parents, and it still feels a little funny to me. We vowed to ourselves that we would be good parents.
Danni grew up with us and started to address Joanna as “mummy,” and that was wonderful to hear. Yet again, little Miss. Sensitive Soul broke down into tears when that happened. Obviously, Danni will have to be told the truth at some point, and that’ll be rather hard for us to do, I think, but we’ll have to do it. It’ll only be fair to her after all to tell her the truth; that mummy isn’t mummy.
Joanna is a first class mother; no doubt about that. She took to the role like a duck to water. Whenever Danni woke up in the middle of the night in need of changing, or wanting feeding, Joanna was there; no complaints, or curses. She wouldn’t let me do anything at times like that; “Get some sleep baby, you’re the worker. I’m the mother of the two of us, and this is my responsibility,” was the sort of thing she’d say to me if I volunteered to help, or take over from her, so I stopped volunteering.
One day I remember in particular. Joanna was in the shower and Danni started to cry. I did all that I could think of but I couldn’t get her to settle. She didn’t need changing, and she didn’t want feeding, so I was unable to figure out what to do. After a few minutes, Joanna walked into the room and said, “It’s ok baby-kins, mummy’s here now.” By the time she picked Danni out of my arms, and rested her in the crook of her right arm, the screaming baby was silent!
When little Danni started school, Joanna went back to college and retook the exams she didn’t seem particularly bothered about at school, and didn’t do particularly well at. With motivation and encouragement, her results at the end of the year were substantially better than they were at school, and in between the start and finish of the college year, Joanna broke a couple of hearts because she was spoken for.
Her A-levels followed, she did well on those too. She wants to go to university soon, and get more qualifications, and meet more people. She didn’t have many friends when I met her, but now she’s doing far better at being outgoing, even if most of her friends from college are noticeably younger than she is. She is the group’s matriarch due to her age, and even she finds that to be funny.
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Part 4
We head out of the club and back up the alley to the main road. I hail a passing black cab and we climb into the seat.
I give the name of a road you are unfamiliar with to the driver and we set off.
You give me a questioning look, but I just smile in return, my hand rests on your knee, then slides softly up and down your thigh, each stroke venturing a little higher.
You decide to lean back in your seat and enjoy the ride. The mixture of the wine you have had and the soft stroking of your thigh is making you feel relaxed.
You are brought back from your thoughts when the taxi halts and I motion for you to exit the cab. I pay the driver and join you on the pavement.
You look around. You recognise from the buildings that we are in the area of town which is popular with young drinkers. There are several bars and clubs, all competing for the same late teens and early twenties crowd. The streets are fairly busy. Many of the bars have pavement seating set out. Several drinkers glance across but don’t stare for long.
I take you by the hand and lead you along the street.
You catch your reflection in the window of one of the bars we pass.
You are looking a bit dishevelled after visiting the last club and you plan to take a trip to the ladies as soon as we arrive at where we are going, but for now you are enjoying the fact that you have spent the day being well fucked.
A gently breeze blows up and under the hem of your dress and feels like a cool breath on your exposed pussy. You smile.
I stop outside the entrance to one of the bars. You see that it is just a door at street level and you realise that it must be a basement bar. The name ‘Lucky’s’ and a shamrock logo are glowing in green neon above the door. You spot me handing the guy on the door a card. He examines the card, smiles and stands to the side, revealing the sign on the door saying ‘Closed Tonight: Private Party’.
Once through the main door you are faced with a steep flight of stairs leading down, into the basement. You concentrate, knowing the descent in high heels will be tricky, given the amount of wine you have had.
You successfully make your way down, holding the handrail. I follow you, a couple of steps behind.
At the bottom you turn right, through a doorway, into a bar area.
The bar area is quite small. There are only around half a dozen small round tables, and seating for no more than twenty five people.
All the seating would be taken if the people in the bar were sat down, but they are not. They are mainly stood at or near the bar counter itself, holding pints, bottles of lager, and, or shot glasses.
You notice, somewhat surprisingly, that all the customers are men, young men, mainly in their twenties who all seem to be quite big but not fat.
Your heart starts to beat a little quicker.
You again give me a questioning look, but again you only get a smile in reply.
I take you by the hand and lead you to the bar. The crowd of blokes parts to let us through. I order a bottle of lager and a large glass of wine from the young waitress.
You feel all the eyes in the room are on you as you take a large drink from the wine glass.
You turn and face the room. The crowd has formed a semi-circle around where you are stood.
You look out at the sea of faces, unable to make out individuals, as your head spins and your mind travels at one hundred miles an hour.
You suddenly become aware that a wooden box has appeared in front of you?
You feel me take your hand and leave you in no doubt that I want you to stand on the box.
Your knees wobble a little, but you take in a breath, steady yourself, and climb onto the box. It has raised you only about twelve inches off the floor, but in the small area of this bar, it feels higher. You are instantly reminded of the events which took place on-stage earlier tonight.
You see and hear the crowd of blokes begin to clap. Not applause, but slow loud handclaps, in time, together. Clap,………Clap,……..Clap,………Clap!
You feel the hem of your dress being lifted. You look down, and behind over your shoulder, to see it is me raising the dress. I raise it a little higher, revealing to the crowd the lace tops of your cum stained stocking and the flesh of your inner thighs.
A large cheer erupts from the male audience!
The cheer increases in volume as your naked pussy is exposed and comes into view.
You gasp. You feel as though it is not you stood on the box. You imagine yourself instead to be one of the crowd, watching as the dress is lifted all the way up, revealing first the suspender belt around the waist of ‘the woman on the box’, then the bare stomach, then the sheer material of a black bra. The dress is then removed completely, leaving ‘the woman’ half-naked, stood on a box, surrounded by a large group of men she has never met before!
A loud cheer from the crowd brings you back to reality – it is you on the box.
I take a hold of your hand. You begin to turn around slowly on the box as I begin to walk slowly around it displaying you to the audience . As you reach the point where you have turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and you are facing the bar counter, you spot the young waitress watching you. She smiles, knowingly. You attempt to smile back but you are aware that now your backside is facing towards the crowd there is renewed cheering and some whistling.
My journey around the box continues and you turn once more to face the crowd of men. Many of them are now pointing their camera phones at you, clicking away! You are filled with a sense of dread when it dawns on you that those pictures will probably be sent by text to their mates, and their mates, and eventually to hundreds, maybe thousands of people! They may even end up posted on the internet!
I move your hand in front of you, and you realise I am helping you to step down off the box. You carefully step down but wobble a little as your heel lands on an uneven section of the beer stained wooden floor. You wonder if this is the only reason you have been brought to this bar, to be paraded on a box for the delight of this crowd of young men!
You walk forward, following, as I lead you towards one of the small square tables. It is the only one completely empty of any glasses or bottles.
You stand in front of the table, facing me as I am stood at the other side of it. I take both your hands in mine and pull you gently forward towards me, bending you at the waist, over the table. You lower your body down. Your heels make your calves stretch tight. The familiar pain shoots up the back of your legs.
Your bra covered tits rest on the table. Your bare arse is on display though, pointing at the crowd of men who have positioned themselves in a newly formed semi-circle around and behind you.
“Dave should go first, it’s his stag do!”
You wonder how the hell you have ended up here! You are lay face down on a dirty wooden table, your hands are being held tight by the wrists! Your tits are rubbing raw on the table completely unprotected by the very thin material of your black bra. Your stocking clad legs are stretched tight as you stand in high heels, bending forward, over the table. Your naked pussy and arse are exposed and you are about to be fucked by some guy on his stag do, and god knows how many of his mates!
You feel what you can only assume to be Dave’s fingers on your backside, the thumb and forefinger kneading and parting your arse cheeks, exposing your fleshy pussy lips.
Your pussy has been fucked a lot today and you have the sensation that the fleshy lips are puffy and loose. It will take at least one good night’s sleep for your pussy to regain its natural size and shape!
The thoughts of how your pussy might look at this particular moment disappear when you feel the head of Dave’s cock on your pussy. He has parted your lips with the fingers of his left hand and he is using his right hand to guide his cock slowly into you.
You feel the head of his cock push its way into you. You are surprised how easily he slips inside. It is now over two hours since your pussy was filled with the cum of the stranger in the alleyway. Maybe, the large dildo in the previous club has stretched your pussy wide? Maybe Dave is not blessed with a large cock?
Again your thoughts return to the present as you feel Dave begin banging away for all he is worth even though you feel as though he is barely touching the sides! He is holding your hips tightly and thrusting quickly in and out. You are relieved when he finally shoots his hot sperm into you and withdraws. A loud cheer from behind lets you know that Dave’s mates enjoyed his performance.
“Rick, you’re the best man, you go next”. You hear one of the lads say.
You decide that to relieve the pressure on them you need to move your legs. You part them a little further, allowing you to rest more of your weight on the table. The action also causes some of Dave’s freshly deposited spunk to drip from your pussy. You hear it plop as it hits the dirty wooden floor.
You feel a new hard cock being placed on your pussy. It only rests for a fraction of a second before it rams inside you. Despite the lubricating effect of Dave’s spunk, you feel Rick’s cock filling your pussy. Rick must be bigger that Dave!
Rick begins to pump his cock in and out. His large cock feels good. He leans over your back and grabs your bra strap, using it as a handle to help him thrust harder and deeper into you. You are just beginning to enjoy Rick when you feel him stand up straight and stop pumping. He grabs your hips firmly and with one final thrust, his hot spunk is jetted inside you! After only a moment Rick’s cock slips out of your pussy and your feel a fresh large glob of spunk leave you and your hear it squelch as it drops onto the floor.
You raise your head and look into my eyes a hundred questions race through your mind. I smile at you and purse my lips into a kiss, bringing my head low I plant the kiss on your forehead.
I pull your arms once more and you close your eyes as you lay your head back down on the table.
From behind you, you hear the shout of “My turn!”
Another cock is inside you before you can even ready yourself to receive it, the owner of the cock has a firm hold of your hips and he is pumping away like a man possessed. He cums quickly and you feel more hot spunk squirt inside you. Then once more you feel the cock leave you and some fresh spunk flow out of your pussy to join the other liquid mess already on the floor.
You close your eyes tight as a fourth cock is now buried in your dripping, cum filled, pussy. You barely feel it as it slides in and out. Again, you wonder if this bloke is small, or if your stretched and well lubricated pussy is the reason? The bloke grips your hips tight and then shoots his load inside you. After he withdraws from your pussy you feel more hot cum drip from you. Some of it drops straight down onto the growing puddle on the floor, and some begins to slide down your inner thigh.
The fifth cock to enter you is the largest you have had! It’s bigger than Rick’s! Thanks to the large amount of cum inside it, your pussy accommodates the new cock with relative ease! You can feel that this new cock is not only very long, but also very thick! You make an effort to clench and un-clench your pussy onto this cock, determined to try and enjoy the experience rather than be just enjoyed! Your are extremely tired after all of today’s events and all your muscles ache so you have to concentrate hard. Eventually you are happy with the rhythm established between you and ‘number 5’. You are definitely enjoying this cock, it feels good as it slides effortlessly in and out. You begin to moan a little as you start to loose yourself in the moment.
The rhythm begins to increase, the pumping becomes faster, harder and deeper. You feel the first signs of your own orgasm begin to build. You try to push your hips back to meet the thrusts into you. Your pelvis is sliding back and forth on the edge of the table, your newly aroused and hardened clit is being rubbed in time with the motion. Your orgasm is upon you! You thrash your hips from side to side, trying to rub your clit on the table edge! The orgasm racks your lower body, then consumes all of you, and despite still being held tightly by the wrists, your arms flail around, as the final waves of pleasure wash over you!
Your orgasm sends the bloke inside you over the edge! He pulls his cock out of your pussy and you feel his hot spunk land on your back! A second spurt lands on you back too. His third spurt is felt on your arse, the hot fluid landing right on your hole. You feel the cock being placed on your crack and then rubbed slowly back and forth before you feel it lifted away and disappear altogether.
A cheer from the crowd brings you back into reality again! You open your eyes and blink.
“Who’s next?” you hear.
“After Big Pete, I think she is going to be like a bucket!” Another voice replies, laughing.
“Dave’s Dad should have a go!” A new voice shouts.
A huge cheer reveals that the crowd agree with the suggestion.
You close your eyes and lower your head once more. You move your legs, again trying to relieve the tension which is noticeable in your calves.
You feel a cock being rubbed along your crack, between your arse cheeks, sliding up and down on Big Pete’s recently deposited spunk.
You feel the cock slide effortlessly into your pussy.
“You’re right. Pete has stretched this cunt wide as a bucket!” The voice from behind you does belong to an older man.
You feel the cock slip out of your pussy and then feel it rest on the entrance to your arse!
A loud cheer from the crowd alerts you to what is about to happen it is the last thing you hear before you feel the cock being pushed firmly into your arse.
You feel it slide in quite easily. The combination of being fucked in the arse three times already today, and the large amount of cum which has been deposited on your bottom and pussy, helps the cock to enter your normally very tight hole.
You feel the cock as it slides in and out. The action causes more of the spunk in your pussy to leak out and run down the inner thigh of your right leg. You feel it reach the tops of your stocking, which begin to soak up the fluid.
Dave’s dad pumps his cock in and out of your arse. Your clit is again being rubbed on the table edge by the motion. You feel tiny shock waves dart up inside you every time your clit is stimulated. You are nowhere near reaching another orgasm but the constant stimulation is giving you great pleasure, all the same.
You sense the familiar signs, as Dave’s dad’s own orgasm begins. He takes a firm hold on your hips and then with a final thrust he shoots his cum up into your arse.
A couple more hard thrusts to finish and his cock slides out. You sink down onto the table. Your knees finally give way. They have been locked in position whilst the six men have fucked you.
Your wrists are released. You slide from the table and sink to your knees on the cum soaked floor. You look down between your legs as a stream of spunk leaks out of your pussy to join the puddle already there. You see your pussy lips, swollen and now no longer pink but bright red in colour.
Your shoulders sag as fatigue and exhaustion take over you.
You hear a cheer from behind, and then applause! The men are all clapping and whistling! And like for any performer who has just pleased an audience, a warm satisfied feeling spreads over you.
Your right hand is held, and then lifted. You raise your head and see me helping you to your feet. You stand reluctantly. Your legs are like jelly. However, you let yourself be led.
I lead you away from the crowd, towards the back of the room. There are two doors on the back wall. Ladies and Gents.
A sign on the ladies reads ‘Out of Order’.
I push open the door to the gents and, still holding your hand, I lead you inside.
The toilets are small, only one cubicle, two wall-mounted urinals, a single wash basin and an electric hand dryer. The toilets are empty.
I walk you over to the urinals, your heels clip clip clip on the clay tiled floor.
I turn you to face me and, with my hands on your shoulders, I lower you to a sitting position on the porcelain urinal, facing outwards.
You spread your legs wide and begin to piss a hot stream into the bowl beneath you. The liquid bounces of the blue cakes in the bowl, and splashes up; wetting your bottom, your pussy and your inner thighs. You lean forward, resting your hands on me as you finish peeing.
You are then aware that four of the lads from the stag party have entered the toilets. The first one goes into the cubicle and very soon after you hear the sound of piss hitting the water in the toilet bowl.
A second marches up to the vacant urinal next to the one you are sat on. He takes out his cock and begins to piss. His stream is fast and as it hits the blue cakes in the urinal hard, steam rises from the hot liquid.
The third bloke to enter the toilet has run out of options. He looks at the sink, but just as he is about to relieve himself in it, I stand to one side and point between your legs.
The bloke takes out his cock as he moves towards ‘your’ urinal. He stands between your legs and begins to piss. He is a good shot. His hot stream lands mostly between your thighs and in the urinal itself. The lager fuelled piss is hot and steamy. As the stream continues the bloke decides to take a chance. He deliberately aims his stream at your pussy! The hot liquid soaks your pussy, cleaning off some of the spunk which had been there.
The bloke finishes. He has barely had chance to put his cock away when the fourth guy who entered the toilet pushes him to the side and begins to piss on you!
This guy is not even attempting to get the piss into the urinal! He pisses on your pussy, then moves the stream up higher and onto your stomach. The hot piss bounces off you. Now he moves the stream even higher. He is pissing on your tits, the ultra sheer material of your bra is now completely transparent. As the power in the stream begins to fade, it falls back down to you stomach, your pussy, and your inner thighs.
The guy stops pissing.
“I think you have got some cleaning up to do” you hear me say to you.
You look up at me and see that I am pointing at the cock of the guy who has just pissed on you.
The guy understands immediately. He positions himself ready as you lower your head and tentatively lick the head of his cock.
Instead of repulsing you, the initial taste of his dirty cock sends you into a frenzy of horny desire. You begin to suck on his cock like a starving filthy whore. The cock is rock hard within seconds and after sucking it for only a few minutes a load of hot cum shoots into your mouth.
You don’t remove the cock until you have sucked all the spunk from it and cleaned it as originally intended.
The guy stands in front of you with his hands on his hips and a huge grin on his face.
The bloke who pissed on you first now swaps places with the guy you just sucked off, he wants a turn.
He stands in front of you with his hands on his hips and his semi-erect cock pointing out of the fly in his jeans.
You reach down and hold the cock, then bend over so that you can guide it into your mouth. Again, you suck like a whore, the cock responds quickly and is fully erect in your mouth. A couple of moments later and another load of cum fills your mouth. You swallow it down, then lick the last few drops off the still hard cock.
The other two lads who had been in the toilets and who had been watching their mates being sucked off by you come closer. They had both been wanking hard whilst watching you blow their mates and now they were ready to cum.
You are expecting to have to suck each of them off, but the first one ejaculates over your tits as soon as he stands next to you, the sight of this sends his mate over the edge too! His spunk also shoots out, most lands on your tits, the second spurt is more powerful and hits your left cheek. You gather the warm spunk on your finger tip and suck it into your mouth.
Both lads now milk their cocks onto your stomach and your thighs.
When they have safely tucked their cocks back in their jeans, all four lads leave laughing and joking with one another.
I help you to your feet. You stand uneasily in your high heels.
I hold out your black dress in front of me, and despite the fact that you are covered in cum and piss, I slip it on over your head. You are too tired too protest.
We go back out into the main bar. You are relieved to see that the stag party seems to have moved on. Only the waitress watches as we make our way to the exit and up the stairs.
You take a deep breath as we leave through the main door and out onto the street.
You then breathe a sigh of relief as you see a taxi waiting right outside the bar, the rear door of the cab is being held open by the bouncer. He smiles knowingly as you clip clip clip quickly across the pavement and dive onto the back seat.
I join you and the cab door closes.
“Station Hotel” I shout through the security glass, and the taxi pulls away from the kerb……
To be continued…..
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A young couple begins exploring the boundaries of their sexuality.
Sorry about the long wait. Had PC problems and lost the whole story before I could submit it. Let me just state that the people who asked for anal, it is there. The incest was done with a reason as you will see, it may come out in more detail in later stories as well. Also this will be the last of the series for now. I’m going to take my time to write further on my novel. Hopefully I can give you guys another story after a month or two.
I smiled to myself as I coolly walked back over to the pool steps and waited for my brothers and my dad to catch up. I couldn’t believe this. Just last night, I was apart of a normal family that did NOT fuck each other and I had a sexy ass dark-skinned, muscle bound boyfriend. Now that I think about it, my ex-boyfriend Brandon looked a lot like my brother James. I had always secretly liked my older brothers a little more than what was normal for any sister to like their brother. I made it over to the steps and sat down to watch the guys finish their first stretch and dive back underwater to continue their laps. I watched as they kicked their sexy legs and bare assess bob on top of the water as they continued swimming. I ducked my head under the water to completely wash my face and hair out. They were coming back towards me when I pulled up, and I noticed movement from inside the house. Before I had time to ponder on it, Jamal smacked the edge of the pool and raised up to cheer.
He looked at me and said, “I won Jazz. You know what that means baby?” He was walking while he spoke and we was now directly in front me. He walked up to the bottom of the steps and leaned in to rest both hands on the step I was sitting on. He loomed over me for a while with that sexy smirk of his. “No,” I whispered to him while shaking my head back and forth. My long wet hair brushed my shoulders and splashed water on Jamal’s chest and arms.
“Come on boy. We’re waiting!!” my dad called from his relaxed stance on the ledge deemed the finish line for their race.
Jamal grinned wider and shot a look towards my dad before finally answering. “That means I finally get to fuck this sweet pussy, baby, and I can’t fucking wait.” He leaned in and roughly kissed me, forcing his talented tongue into my mouth. He moved his right hand to the juncture between my legs and I moaned into his mouth as his left hand palmed my tit. He played with my pussy lips for a minute, getting me wet, while he sucked on my tongue. He pulled his mouth away, softly sucking on my bottom lip, making my lip stretch out until it finally slipped from between his lips. He worked two fingers into my pussy as he kissed and sucked on my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist so I could hump his hand while he sucked hard on the tender spot just bellow my right ear. “Ohhh Jamal, I’m gonna cum soon.” He trailed kisses down to my tits and took one into his mouth. Unlike last night when he softly sucked and played with my tits, Jamal now sucked hard on my tits while he fucked my pussy with his fingers.
“Could you please just fuck her already?” James sighed from his spot next to my dad.
Jamal kept his fingers moving like he hadn’t heard his brother and switched tits. He added another finger to my pussy and I cried out my climax.
Jamal swiftly removed his fingers to thrust his dick into me before I could recover from my orgasm. Jamal gathered me into my arms, holding my ass as he moved slowly in and out of my pussy. My arms were placed behind me on the steps for balance, but now that he held me, I wrapped them around his back to dig into the hard muscle under my fingers. “You’re so fucking….ohhh yea….tight, baby. I don’t…..ahhhhh…wanna….hurt you.” he groaned into my ear. His hot breath caressed my ear, adding to my pleasure. “You’re not,” was all I could manager to gasp out as he moved slowly in and out of me. He started to pick up speed inside me. I turned my head slightly to see glance at my brother and dad and was shocked when I saw him kissing our dad with one hand under the water and another hand playing in my dad’s chest hair. I closed my eyes as Jamal kept stroking me. His pace was furious now as he pumped into me. “Ahhhh. I’m about to cream all in this pussy baby,” he yelled. He came two seconds before I came apart in his arms scratching my nails into the skin on his back. He set
me back on he steps as he tried to catch his breath. “With his head laying on my shoulder, Jamal breathed
heavily with his chest hair tickling my hard nipples. “You done bro?” James asked. “Cus I got next.” I looked over at my brother. He was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet hanging into the water with my dad sucking his dick. My mouth dropped open as my dad deep-throated his son. James rubbed his hands over my dad’s head and shoulders. His head was thrown back and his thick lips were parted as he breathing turned shallow. I watched as James licked his lips and bit down on his bottom lip. My dad lifted his hands from James’s thighs to softly push him down to the ground. Jamal had softened and started to slip out of my pussy. He looked over to his dad and gave me one more hard kiss on the lips without taking his eyes from the action. James layed down on the ground while his dad swallowed his dick. I got up and walked up the remaining steps and over to James. His eyes were still closed and he had raised his right leg out of the water so he could hump my dad’s face. “Ohhh yeaaa dad. Keep sucking this dick. Mmmmm just like that,” he moaned. I kneeled down James and started to rub my hands along his chest. He opened his eyes and stared at my face. “Sit on my face and let me taste you Jazz,” he whispered to me. I did as he asked and lowered myself over him facing my dad as he kept sucking on James. James began to lick my pussy and I braced myself with a knee on each side of his head. I looked up to see Jamal standing beside my dad with one hand one James’s thigh and another moving under the water as he sucked on James’s balls. James grabbed my ass to spread my cheeks apart as he dove into my pussy. I fell forward a little and rested my hands on James’s chest as he licked my pussy. “Ride me! ” James said and smacked my ass hard for emphasis. I started to move on his tongue. “Faster!” he growled. I whimpered when he smacked my ass again. This time a little harder. I rode his tongue to my dad’s rhythmic sucking. I pried my eyes open to see my dad and Jamal working on James’s dick head. They both licked and sucked on the head, letting their pink tongues caress. Dad pulled away and tilted the dick towards Jamal to as he dipped down to suck James’s balls into his mouth. I slowed my movements to watch Jamal gag himself on James’s dick. James smacked my ass again, telling me to speed back up. Then he groaned against me, ” Ahhhhhh SHIT. I’M CUMMING!” He latched on to my clit as my dad jerked him off. I came on James’s face as I watched his cum hit my dad and Jamal on their faces and chests. My dad and Jamal licked the cum off each other’s faces. I looked closely into the water and also noticed that they were jerking each other off. I climbed off James’s face and watched my dad and Jamal kiss. My dad pulled away and moved his hand faster on Jamal’s dick. “Fuck yea, boy. Cum on my hand,” he said against Jamal’s lips. “You like that don’t you? Huh? Answer me boy!” My dad said as he stared into Jamal’s eyes. “Yesss. I love it dad!” Jamal shouted. He started to jerk my dad faster. “You like it too huh? Oh yea you love my hand on you don’t you?” My dad threw his head back and groaned as he and Jamal came together. They kissed and hugged closely before climbing out of the pool.
James had led me over to one of our cushioned lounge chairs a few seconds before my dad and Jamal climaxed. I faced away from James and guided his dick into my pussy to ride him reverse cowgirl. I put my feet on the lounge chair in between his thighs while his legs rested on the ground. I started to ride him as Jamal and Dad walked over. Jamal’s dick was starting to harden again. Once they were close enough, Dad brought a nearby chair close to James and I and plopped down to stroke his dick. Jamal sat down on the end of the chair James and I were on. James suddenly gripped my thighs and lifted me off his dick. Jamal bent his head and started to lap at my pussy while he stroked himself. I leaned my head back onto James’s shoulder and let my eyes drift close. Then I felt his tongue move to my tight asshole. “Ohh,” I said in surprise. He licked my tight rosebud as James held my legs open for him. Jamal inserted a finger and I realized his intentions. He was going to fuck me up the ass. Jamal kept licking until I opened up enough for him to fuck my ass forcefully with three fingers. I knew sooner or later they would want to DP me and I was expecting some discomfort. I was not expecting it to feel this good. I moaned loudly as Jamal kept it up. “Well look at that, baby girl. Your ass opened right up.” He could hear my dad close up to me but I paid little attention. Jamal pulled back and grabbed James’s dick. James lifted me higher until his dick was at my ass. Then he dropped me unto his dick. I screamed loudly and Jamal rose to kiss me. James ground against my ass as Jamal continued to kiss me and enter my pussy. He moved in and out of me while his tongue stroked the insides of my mouth. He started to slam into me lifting and lowering me on James’s dick in my ass. The pain in my ass started to go away. I wrapped my arms around Jamal to move with him. Jamal moaned into my mouth as James started to move as well. I gasped at the new feelings. “Ohhhh. This feels so good,” I moaned. My head fell back unto James’s shoulder as he picked up speed. He and Jamal were now hammering in and out of me now. With my eyes closed I heard the smacking of lips and low moaning close to my ear. I opened my eyes and peeked over to see my brothers locked in a passionate tongue kiss. They both had their eyes closed as they smacked lips. James groaned and his body stiffened below mine. “FUCK!” he said as he worked my ass. He and Jamal kept kissing and my head was turned away. My dad shoved his now hard dick into my mouth with both hands in my hair. I moaned around his dick as he fucked my mouth. “Ahhhh fuck baby girl. Daddy’s gonna cum,” he yelled with his head thrown back and eyes closed. James was the first to come. Spraying his seed into my ass. Dad came next. He pulled his dick out and sprayed his cum all over my face before putting his limp dick back into my mouth. Jamal kissed one side of my neck while James kissed the other after Dad pulled back. Jamal pounded my pussy hard and I came as he reached down to pinch my clit. He came seconds after me, grinding against me while his dick filled my pussy with cum. He fell on top of me, but soon got up to sit lay back in another lounge chair. I crawled forward to lie face down with my head in the cushions of the chair and my legs straddling the sides of the chair. I felt the cum dribble out of my pussy as I tried to catch my breath. And then the glass door separating the backyard from the house slid open.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!!!” I couldn’t believe my luck. I turned to see my mom and my little brother, Justin standing with their mouths hanging open. I was too shocked to move.
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An story that is mostly true with a few embellishments.
A former rape victim invites her assailant back to play
Picking Out a Girl for my Daddy
___I was all settled in bed when, here she came again. It was my daughter Darby. She crawled in bed with me, snuggled up tight behind me and began to rub my body. She always did that when she wanted to talk about the same thing. My hot bodied daughter had gotten a fixation on her daddy,… me.
It started when some girlfriends told her in confidence that they were having sex play with their daddy’s. Their dad’s, supposedly, were feeling them up, fingering them, licking their pussy and letting them jack them off and…., the girl were giving them blow jobs. They said they weren’t having sex with them….but in private whispers to Darby, they said they really were. True or not, Darby was envious and wanted the same sex thrills as they were getting.
They told her how it all started with them crawling in bed with their dads and started feeling them up. Sometimes with their moms asleep right beside them. A sleeping dad gets sleep hardons and if they were lucky, he would have one and they would slowly jack or even suck on them. After that, it was sneaking sex play behind moms back.
Darby told me all this to try and get me aroused so we could have some sex play. I had no wife now, so there was no sneaking around. I had told her I didn’t want to get into having sex with her, that she would be getting boyfriends and I would supply the birth control pills. Darby wasn’t in the mood to except that and kept on trying to get me to have sex play with her.
Darby thought up a plan. One night she snuggled up to me and said: “Daddy, what about having sex play with a girl like me….. that’s not your daughter? You two could have a great time and I….well….I would just kind of ’watch’?”
I told her to go to bed, but I’d think about it tomorrow.
Darby…….
If daddy won’t play sex with me, I’ll get one of my girlfriends to play sex with him. They all like him and on a sleepover no one will know. I’ll ask Morgan first, she’s hot for my daddy and has been for a long time. Daddy once held her across his lap and told her a story during a storm when the lights went out. She said that’s when she fell ’in love’ with my daddy.
I could see enough that night, sitting on the side with my daddy to watch him play with her long hair. As he talked low I could tell she was getting turned on. Her pajama top was part open and she felt her own tits. Daddy kept on talking but I watched is eyes looking down her top. She told me she felt him getting a hardon and it was big against her back. She slipped her hand down her pajama bottoms and rubbed her slit. He noticed it and began to feel her face gently as he told her a story. The story was kinda sexy about a man getting with a young girl. I was getting turned on myself.
She does a lot of sleepovers here. We’ve snuck in daddy’s bed before and he woke up with us snuggled up to him. He told Morgan that would be kept secret between all of us. She said one night he put his arm over her and snuggled up tight to her. She was in heaven and said he had a hardon. She pretended like they were having sex and pushed her pussy up against his hardon over and over. I envied her so bad.
I didn’t wait for daddy’s answer because he might take a long time to decide. I ask Morgan to sleepover that night. I told her what was going on and she got all excited. We planned an invasion of daddy’s bed that night.
Daddy…..
I put off thinking about messing with some girl Darby would pick out for me. The only one that I ever got a rise out of me was that…Morgan girl. She had no daddy and got her brother to feel her up once, according to Darby. She was a very advanced girl. Nice tits, ass and so cute when she smiled all sexy at me. I had a dream about her one night and I was holding her and we were about ready to fuck, when I semi-woke up, there she was snuggled up to me. I had a big hardon and she was gently pushing her pussy up against it over and over. What a hot night that was.
I see Morgan is sleeping over again tonight. I wonder if Darby will pick her out for me to have sex play with. That would be very tempting. All I needed was for someone to find out and blab what was going on. ’If’…I decide to get into this I better have solid talk with the girl. Morgan can keep her mouth shut. I’ve met her mom and she’s happy that Morgan had a daddy figure to be with. She told me Morgan really likes me and to feel free to be her ’stand in’ daddy if I want. I got the feeling as we talked her mom was coming on to me herself. She stood so close to me and that smile of hers. Morgan sure got her good looks from her sexy mom.
I watched the girls that night whisper and giggle and I knew something was up. They were clever little shits, and both hung on me on the couch. They had on skimpy little nighties and Morgan….damn she was sexy looking with barely nothing on.
Bedtime came and lots of giggles and whispers from Darby’s bedroom. I figured I would find them both in my bed in the morning. I fell asleep hoping for a dream about Morgan.
Morgan….
I was really turned on thinking about what might happen tonight. I told Darby how excited I was. I whispered: (“…Darby, I’ve never been this sexually turned on before. Doesn’t it feel good!”) She agreed and hoped her daddy would let her do hot things with her. I took Darby’s hand and I said: (“…feel this.”) I took her finger and slipped in in my wet slit. She was a little shocked as she said she had never felt another girls slit before.
I said: (“Oh I have, it’s fun to do. Feel my clit and rub it. Then put your finger inside and feel how warm and slick it is. I reached over and felt her slit. This was our first time to feel each others slits. She began to breath heavy and said she liked the feeling we both were getting. We talked about fingering and how to get an orgasm if you do it just right. I said how I hoped I could get her daddy’s finger in me and more.
Darby…..
I became fixated on feeling Morgan’s slit. We laid down and she let me play with her slit all I wanted. Her finger in me was making me very horny. I ask her if I could feel her tits too. She said, sure and started feeling mine too. This was all new to me and she ask me If I want to orgasm with her. I whispered ’oh yes’. It was our first fingering together. She turned and put our pussy up to our faces. I felt so hot and nervous as she put her finger in me. I got to look close at her pussy in person. I played with her clit and rubbed it all around. She said: (“keep doing that daddy.”) and giggled. (“…lick your finger to make it all slick”)
I had never had a girl warm breath on my pussy before, and it was awesome.
Something just make my pussy tingle real good. I looked. It wasn’t her finger, it was her tongue. Oh my god…she was licking my pussy and it felt so good.
I had to try it. I gave her clit a lick. She jumped and said: (“…oh daddy…do that some more.”) She was pretending I was my daddy licking her pussy. I started doing the same. I said: (“…lick me daddy, it feels so good.”). We played sex with each other but now we wanted to go sneak in daddy’s bed.
Morgan…..
I love to lick first time girls and get them all hot. Darby was so turned on now, I love the feel of a girls wet pussy.
Now on to her daddy. We quietly snuck in his bedroom. He was lying on his side. My heart was pounding with the kind of sexual excitement I liked. I carefully crawled in bed with him….oooo he was so warm. I snuggled up to him and stuck my finger in my wet pussy and got it all wet.
I held it under his nose. I rubbed it on his lips. His tongue came out to taste it. I snuggled closer. I felt his hardon growing between my legs. I gently put his hand on my tits. He slowly started feeling them. I started kissing him on his face.
Darby was watching all this and rubbing her slit. I reached down and gently felt his hardon. He made a soft ’mmmm’ sound. I gently put my hand in his pajama bottoms and started stroking his big hardon. His arm slowly went around me and gently pulled me to him. I now kissed around his lips. I let my tongue trace his lips. We slowly started tongue kissing.
He started moving his hips as I pulled his pajamas down and let his hardon out. I could hear him and Darby breathing hard. I started kissing slowly down on him. I kissed my way down and started gently kissing his hardon. Darby was all excited and fingering her self real good. I slowly turned and put my wet pussy by her daddy’s face. I lifted one leg and inched my pussy closer to his face. I felt his hand feeling my ass. I pushed my pussy to his lips. I waited.
I felt his tongue enter my wet pussy. That’s just what I wanted. As he began to lick me real good I put my lips over the head of his hardon. I was so hot for this I sucked him real good as he moaned along with me. His warm hands on my butt cheeks were awesome and I let my hips move my pussy on his tongue. Now for what I wanted next. I started jacking and sucking on his hardon. I see Darby’s hand reach over and touch her daddy’s hardon as I sucked it. She felt my lips moving up and down on it and now she began to quietly moan.
I had never sucked a guy before and it was making my pussy tingle along with her daddy’s tongue. I wanted his cum to shoot out like in the porn movies. I jack him and licked the head of his hardon. I started to orgasm big when I felt a big shot of cum land on my lips, then more and more in my open mouth.
I put my lips over it and still more shot in my mouth. It was hot and slick. My orgasm went way beyond like never before and my pussy twitched on his tongue. Darby was having an orgasm and we all moaned as it happened. Darby leaned over and put her mouth on her daddy’s hardon too. Her hands were now jacking him as she sucked and licked him. We had done it. A daddy to play sex with finally.
In the morning Darby and I were snuggled up to ’daddy’ as he began to wake up. He lay there and then began to smile. He put his arms around us and pulled us to him tight,…. then he mumbled:
“ Girls, I just had the best dream of my whole life.”
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I Have Altered Minor Details To Protect Me & My Mothers Identity, But All The Events Are True, Hope You Enjoy
Wife likes husbands fantasy, but acts on her own to get gang banged.
A lunchtime drink leads to a walk in the woods for Sharon
Continuing story of the pain of infidelity
So this is one of those stories that is an erotic story, but also a romance story thing. Just like my others. I hope you like, and don’t hate!!!
Sometimes what you rally need is right in front of you.
He is a tall young black man. I was struck by his height when I asked him into my home. He was dressed in warm ups and wearing expensive sneakers.
I was wearing my usual business attire but also as usual I wore a silk blouse with the top buttons undone to show off my cleavage. The half bra I wore easily showed off my erect nipples. The skirt I wore was black and was mid thigh. I normally do not wear panties but do wear thigh high lacy stockings and heels as I did this day.
This happened over 20 years ago in the small town of Ellsworth, Kansas. But, some preliminary information is needed. While I attended Ellsworth High School, I became attracted to a fellow classmate named Karen J. I asked her out a couple of times but nothing happened. So I figured what the hell, and we became good friends. After graduation I went in the USMC, and she went to Kansas University. While in KU she fell in love and got married to another guy. And I had no hard feelings for that. The hard feelings was with her mother. While on leave I would run from the town of Kanopolis, Ks to Ellsworth, Ks a distance of 5 miles. Well I was on a run one day and I was on the way back to Kanopolis and this VW bug came up along side of me. At first I didn’t think anything about it untill the bug stopped. It was Karens mother, now I didn’t care for her and she didn’t like me too much either. But she said that since it was hot she would drive me home so I wouldn’t get heat stroke or something. Since I figured 7 miles was enough for one day I said sure and got in. Well instead of heading to Kanopolis she turned the car around and said she had to get something first. “No problem” I said. Now Mrs. J. was what you would call handsome, not beautiful and not butt ugly either. Tits sagging with age and a butt that was a little too wide. But, other than that she wasn’t too bad. While going back to her house she talked about Karen and her new husband, and asked if I was getting married soon also. I said no that I wasn’t even dating at the moment. At this time she reached over and started stroking my leg. No being an former Marine I was known for fucking anything that didn’t move fast enough. But this was very strange, after all while I was in high school this woman hated my guts, and went out of her way to keep me and Karen apart.
So, I made some stupid remark about this being a realife “graduate” thing, and she just smile and reached up and squeezed my cock. I almost turned a hard to bug into a convertable. I was wondering what this woman was up to. She said not to worry but she had heard stories about my endowement and wanted to see for herself. Now I’m not shy to say that I’m alost 11″ hard. And since i haven’t had sex in over a month I thought “what the hell” So we went inside and this woman was nuts, she grabed me and slamed me up against the wall and started kissing me. Forcing her tongue in my mouth. She might not be the best looking but she was hot. She was pushing my shirt up and my running shorts down. And when she got to my cock she just sat back and looked suprised. “I can’t believe it, the stories are true. Your bigger than Bob”. No I was shocked by this because Bob was Karen’s husband. I was about to ask her how she knew but she took my cock all the way into her throat. Somehow when a woman deep throats me I find it hard to speak. LOL. So I just stood there and let her do her wonders on my cock. This woman was great. Watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth got me harder than I have been in a long time. I told her that if she kept this up I would cum in her mouth. Well she just kept on going, so the only thing left to do was to grab the back of her throat and start throat fucking her. This just got her going even more and more. I started to have the feeling of an approaching cum and I held her face against my groin and shot a load down her throat. Well this bitch just sucked it down like a true champ. I thought I was done but she grabed me and led me to her bedroom where she pushed me on the bed and started sucking me again. This got me hard again for round two.
Once I was hard she mounted me and went for one hell of a ride. “God, damn your huge, my husband isn’t as big as you are” But like a true champ she just kept on fucking and fucking. After a while she said she was getting tired and roled off of me. I got between her legs and started fucking her again, after a while she grabed my back and came all over me gushing her juices and making a nice mess. this sent me over the edge and I shot my second load. We laid there for a few minutes and she said that there was one more place I was needed. I gave a stupid look and said “Where is that Mrs. J.”. She laughed at me and said “My ass you silly stud”. She fondled my cock to get it hard and rolled on all fours. Now with all the cum she had done there was now need for lubrication. So I just pushed my cock up her ass, at first it was hard going untill she started to relax and my cock slid in. I started to thrust into her ass going faster and harder each time. This bitch went wild, screaming out my name. Telling me to fuck her harder and harder. And like a good Marine I obeyed every comand. I was just about ready to cum when she screamed for me to call her mother. I stopped and wondered what the fuck. I pulled out of her ass and stood up. She rolled over and pleaded with me to finish her off. I looked at her and asked her what she was talking about. She just laughed and said “Didn’t you ever wondered why I was so against you dateing Karen”.
I just looked dumb founded, I had no idea what she was talking about.
She continued, ” before your father married your mother, we had an afair. I was going to divorce my husband but your dad married your mother. But he gave me Karen, thats right Karen is your half sister.”
“you lieing bitch,”
“But that’s not all Diana is your half sister too, at least you fuck as good as your old man” I just left her siting ther laughing this sick laugh, got dressed and left. Before today I never told any one.
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Mrs Malone and Her Boys. Part One.
Jackie Malone was a sleep under the bedcovers, dressed in cut off denim shorts and a cropped skimpy vest top, when her drunken husband returned home after his all day golf game and after games drinks at the club house, he lay beside her and started snoring. Jackie looked at the bedroom clock; it was 6:30pm, so she decided to get up.
As she rose she felt the tingle in her pussy and remembered the three hour sex session she had with her three boys, mark, Alex and Mickey. Jackie as she went for a pee recalled the session and could not believe she allowed her boys to have sex with her but to screw her arse as well. But she enjoyed it so much.
In the kitchen she opened a bottle of wine and called the boys to her, she said nothing about the afternoon sex session, and got them to order pizza for dinner. After phoning the order through she had forty five minutes to pass so Jackie decided to get a shower.
As john her husband was asleep in the master bedroom she decided to use the main bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bath with her second glass of wine and waited for the hot water to work its way out of the shower head. When there was steam pouring out of the shower cubicle Jackie finished her glass of wine and got in the steaming hot shower. She ensured she washed every crevice of her body, she even decided to shave her pubes and go bald, which she had not done for a very long time. The shower was nice and relaxing and mixed with the pleasure of the afternoon and the wine Jackie was on cloud nine and high with pleasure.
Getting out of the shower she dried her self and put on an old silk short kimono gown and poured the last of the bottle of wine into her empty glass. As she walked to the kitchen drinking her wine the door bell went. She opened it to find the pizza delivery guy standing there with the order. The three boys looked around the corner of the family room and watched their mother as she bent over to get some money out of her purse, which was on the hallway floor, as she leaned forward the delivery guy, got a good view of her backside and pussy as her gown rose up. Her gown opened at the front and parted, as she stood up it was parted and the boys got a good view of her cleavage and now bald pussy. Jackie turned around and walked a few steps to the front door, as she did the gown parted even further and her nipples were just visible at the edge of the parted material.
Taking the pizza’s she walked past the staring boys to the kitchen and started to plate up. Each boy grabbed a plate and went back into the family room. Jackie finished her glass of wine and opened another before wandering into the family room with her gown wide open and sitting with her feet under body ate some pizza and drank some wine. The boys stared at her naked breasts.
To break the silence she told the boys they could have a bottle of beer each, so of went Alex and got one each for the boys. The group as they ate watched TV. As Jackie filled her empty glass up with wine the phone rang, mark answered it and it was his Grandmother calling as usual on a Saturday night. He said Hi Ya as he handed the phone to his mother. As Jackie talked to her mother she sipped wine, her gown was open and her breasts were visible to the boys. Each boy then sat around her, Mickey on her left, Alex on her right and Mark on the floor between her legs. Alex then Mickey started to grope and squeeze her breasts and before long they were sucking and licking her nipples.
Shortly afterwards she felt her legs being parted and Mark had his face pushed up to her pussy where he was sucking, licking and fingering his mother’s bald pussy. As Jackie was in a state of sexual arousal it did not take long for her to have her first climax. As the boys rotated their positions each one of them made her have an orgasm as she was on telephone to her mother.
Before Jackie realised what was happening Mark was naked and had slipped his hard cock up into her pussy and was screwing her hard and fast, as his brothers were sucking her tits and nipples. To stop herself from screaming with pleasure Jackie bit on her lower lip. As soon as Mark had shot his load deep inside her he was replaced by Alex, who did the same as his brother and screwed his mother hard and fast. All the time Jackie was on the phone to her mother, the boys Grandmother. Then Mickey replaced Alex and he screwed his mother. Each time the boys came in her she had an orgasm as well.
Jackie lay back on the sofa chatting to her mother with spunk dribbling out of her pussy, all three boys then stuck their erect cocks in her face and forced Jackie to suck each one clean as she chatted to her mother. The boys then sat back and looked at their mother, lying naked on the sofa with her legs wide apart, spunk dribbling out of her pussy. Mark then took some pictures of her in this state.
Hanging up the phone Jackie ordered the boys to get her a very large whiskey, Alex went and got it, he came back with a tumbler full and gave it to his mother, who drank it in one go. She ordered another and drank that in one go. As Jackie lay on the sofa she started to rub her clit and rub the love juices around her body, this aroused all the boys again. They played with themselves as their mother played with herself in front of them. Each boy, when he came shot his load over Jackie’s body, she rubbed the cum into her tits and body. She felt like a real whore and wanted more.
To satisfy her appetite for sex she got the empty wine bottle and started to screw herself with the neck of the bottle. All the time Mark was taking pictures. As she frigged herself with the bottle she had multiple orgasms. All the boys had rock hard cocks watching their slut of a mother acting like a dirty whore.
Jackie, who was high on her pleasure wanted more sex, she wanted each of her boys to screw her arse hole. As she knelt on the edge of the sofa Mickey went first and screwed her arse depositing his spunk in his mothers rear passage, he was videoed by Mark. Next up was Alex who did the same as his younger brother, this was followed by Mark. All the time the event was videoed. As the boys laid back on the sofa Jackie sucked and licked their cocks clean.
Jackie tried to stand up but could not due to the amount of alcohol she had drunk and the amount of sex she had, she needed to go for a pee. The boys helped her to the bathroom, all were naked. As she sat on the toilet seat, Alex pissed over her stomach, Jackie then spread her legs and he pissed over her pussy, Mickey was next and he pissed over her tits. When it was Marks turn he pissed in her mouth and Jackie drank it down. Again it was all videoed.
Eventually Jackie fell asleep in the family room and the boys put her naked in the spare room.
The next day, Sunday, Jackie was woken up by the boys out in the back yard playing about in the pool. She got up but felt terrible, she could not find any clothes and wondered why she was in the spare bedroom. As she wandered naked to the bathroom her backside felt sore and so did her pussy as well as her breasts and nipples, she could not remember anything about last night.
Putting on a dressing gown she wandered into the kitchen where the boys joined her. As she sat on a bar stool with a coffee the boys kissed her and sat opposite her. She asked what had happened last night, as Mark told her, Jackie’s jaw dropped, she could not believe she allowed her children to do all those things to her. Then the bombshell hit her, as a video went on the TV showing her doing the highlights of last night. The boys basically were now making her their slave and a piece of paper was handed to her with their demands on it. Before she could read it John walked in and she pocked the demands.
Walking out of the kitchen she headed for the bathroom and sitting on the edge of the bath she read the demands list.
She must never wear any underwear.
All ways wear high heal shoes.
Dress very sexily all the time.
Give the boys BJ’s when asked.
Go naked in the house when their father was not around.
Shave her pussy.
Allow the boys to play with her pussy & breasts at any time they wished.
To her the demands did not seem too bad, she could live with them. Jackie then decided to get a hot shower to wake her up. After the shower she put on her Brazilian two piece tie fastening bikini and joined her husband and boys out on the patio in the sun.
As she lay on a sun bed the boys asked if they could have a barbeque later. As there was no food Jackie would have to go the grocery store to get some provisions. Alex volunteered to go with her and they decide to go straight away. Jackie goes and gets changed as Alex goes and waits in the car. His mother comes out of the house in a short front fastening denim spaghetti strapped dress and high heeled shoes. The bottom buttons on her dress are undone up to her pussy and the top two buttons are also undone exposing her cleavage.
As Jackie gets into the 4×4 she sits back in her seat and slides forward thus hitching her dress up her thighs, she sits with her legs apart and undoes the buttons on the bottom half of her dress exposing to Alex her hairless pussy. As she drives Alex undoes some more buttons on the top of her dress to allow her breasts to become free. He then sucks and licks the breast closest to him as he fingers his mothers pussy. All the time as Jackie drives she is getting more aroused and eventually after stopping in the parking lot she has an orgasm.
Before getting out of the 4×4 she does a couple of her buttons up on her dress, just enough to make her decent, but enough to allow her son to see her pussy and tits when she bends down or squats with her legs open in the supermarket. As she shops Jackie is getting sexually aroused as she exposes her self to her son in front of the people in the grocery store. At the cash register she has undone another button on the top of her dress allowing her full breasts to be exposed and her nipples are just covered by the dress.
As they walk with the cart back to the car she undoes more buttons on her dress and allows her tits to become visible to the general public as she walks. Alex puts a hand under her dress and gropes her firm buttocks as she walks. Bending over to put the groceries in the car Alex rubs his cock against his mother’s backside.
The pair then climb into the back seat of the 4×4, as she does Jackie unbuttons her dress. Sitting side by side Jackie removes her son’s shorts and pulls his top off; her dress is open and slips off her body to lie on the car floor. She leans over Alex’s cock and sucks him hard; she then lowers herself on to it facing him and rides him. This allows Alex to be able to suck his mother’s nipples as she bounces up and down on his hard member. Alex cums deep inside his mother’s pussy, but Jackie continues to screw her son until she has had her orgasm, which is several minutes after her son. She then collapses on him and allows their love juices to run out of her pussy down her sons cock and balls and to soak into the seat of the car. Jackie climbs of her son and licks his cock and balls clean before getting out of the car naked and squatting in front of her sun and taking a pee. She puts her dress on but only fastens the waist button and then drives home with her pussy and tits on show. As she drives she fingers her self and sucks the love juices off her fingers or rubs it into breasts.
Once home, Alex and Jackie take the groceries into the kitchen, then he strips and jumps in the pool with his two brothers, Jackie goes and puts her bikini back on and joins her boys in the pool. She washes her self in the pool in front of her boys, as her husband is asleep after drinking several bottles of beers. Jackie then notices that her oldest and youngest boys are very drunk, they have been drinking beer as their father has slept in the sun.
Jackie plays with the boys in the pool; they play fight and grope each other. The boys attack her and pull her tits out so that they can suck on her nipples, as they take it in turns she gets her hands in boys shorts and wanks him under water as one of the boys fingers her but hole or pussy. In a lull in the proceedings, her neighbour, Mandy, pops her head over the fence and chats to Jackie. Jackie invites her round to discuss her sons doing some gardening for their neighbour next weekend. Mandy slips through a hole in the fence and walks up to the patio, she has on a small bikini. As Jackie gets out of the pool her breasts are exposed with all the play fighting going on in the water, her bottoms are pulled up into her pussy as well.
She opens a bottle of wine and chats with Mandy on the patio, Mandy wants the boys to do some gardening for her next weekend and Jackie wants to keep an eye on the boys as they will be home alone for a couple of hours in the afternoon after school . John is away on a business course and she will not get home till about 6pm each night. Alex starts the barbeque, as Mark and Mickey lie back on a lounger and doze off to sleep. The two ladies sit there drinking wine and before long three bottles have been consumed as they eat the barbeque Alex has prepared.
When Mandy tries to get up, to go to the bathroom, she staggers around and falls into Alex, who grabs her before she falls over. Alex walks Mandy to the bathroom then returns to the patio to see his mother standing on the edge of the patio with her bikini bottoms pulled to one side taking a pee on to the grass. Both his brothers and his father are still asleep. He walks up behind his mother and gropes her breasts.
Mandy staggers back and says she is going home, Alex helps her home and to bed where she falls asleep. As it is late afternoon he covers her with a blanket not before having a look at her large breasts and nipples.
Back home he finds his mother in the kitchen sitting on a bar stool, she is drinking the last of her wine. Alex comes up behind her and kisses her on the neck, as he does he slips a hand between her legs and under her bikini bottoms and fingers her damp pussy. The other hand has both her breasts freed of the bikini top and he is massaging them as he kisses and caresses her neck. They then slip off to his room and both naked lie on the bed.
Jackie lays on her back her legs apart and gets Alex to penetrate her in the missionary position; Alex does not take long to shoot another load inside his mothers cunt. He pulls out when finished and lies next to her. Jackie then rolls over and taking his soft cock in her mouth sucks Alex’s cock until it is hard and erect, then she lowers her pussy on to him and rides him fast and furious until she has had several multiple orgasms.
They hear movement from outside, Jackie puts her bikini back on and goes into the kitchen, John wanders in to the kitchen with and gets a bottle of beer from the fridge, as he drinks it he asks Jackie if the family should go out for a family meal. She agrees.
Jackie goes and gets a shower to clean herself up after her love making session with Alex. She then puts on her kimono and goes out side and tells her boys to come in and ready as they are going out for a meal. Her gown falls open as she walks back into the kitchen, allowing john to see her shaven pussy and her tits. He puts down his third beer and pulls her over to him, as he is sitting on a bar stool he pulls her up on to his knee and fully opens her gown. Just then the three boys enter the kitchen on the way to their rooms; they pass their mother and father kissing in the kitchen, with their mother’s tits on show. When the boys have gone Jackie kneels in front of her husband and gets his cock out of his shorts and gives him a blow job as the boys are getting ready.
John and the boys sit in the family room waiting for their mother to get ready. Jackie comes out of her room wearing a short combat skirt, a white cotton sleeveless blouse and high heeled tan sandals.
As both parents have been drinking heavily during the afternoon they call a cab, unfortunately there are no five seater available so two cabs arrive. John, Alex and Mickey get in one cab and Jackie and Mark get in the other.
During the fifteen minute cab ride, mark is all over his mother kissing her and undoing her blouse so that he can suck on her nipples, he even pulls her skirt up and Jackie parts her legs allowing easy access to her pussy, which he fingers. Jackie leaves her blouse undo and the family sit at the bar awaiting their table. The boys have a beer and the two adults have large whiskeys.
At the table John sits at the head, then Alex and Mickey and Mark sits opposite his mother. Wine is served and every one has a glass full. As the meal is eaten the family drink more wine, so that Jackie, her husband and Alex and Mickey become drunk. Mark only has sips as he wants to screw his mother when they get home. During the meal Mark places his foot upon hi mother’s pussy and rubs it. Twice during the meal Jackie has staggered off the toilet with Mark not far behind, they have firstly kissed passionately outside the toilet and the second time Mark got his mother’s breasts out and sucked them as he fingered her bum; her skirt was hitched up around her hips. When she walked back to her seat the skirt was till high up her thighs and her blouse was wide open allowing her cleavage to be seen.
After the meal Mark put John, his father, Mickey, both very drunk, and Alex, who was just able to stand, in a taxi and sent them home. Mark and a drunken Jackie staggered off to a bar for a few night caps. In the bar Mark openly fondles and gropes his mother’s breasts and buttocks watched by a few patrons of the establishment. They then go into the back room to have a game of pool, as Jackie takes her shots, with her blouse open, her tits fall out and are on view. She hitches her skirt up to take several awkward shots and her arse also becomes on view, several customers come and watch her play and buy her drinks as well. They challenge her to several games, and a very drunk Jackie accepts. At the end of the session she climbs on the pool table and does an erotic dance where she fingers her pussy and arse hole and gropes her own breasts before mark decides it is time to leave. Jackie staggers out of the bar, blouse open and skirt hitched up, aided my her son Mark.
Eventually the pair got a taxi home; in the taxi Mark got his mothers tits out and hitched her skirt up so that he could finger her pussy as he sucked her nipples. Jackie fell out of the taxi and Mark paid the fair. As he blouse was undone she removed it and walked the short distance to her house, aided by Mark, naked with her skirt around her waist. Before entering the house Jackie stood on the door step and had a pee, which ran down her legs and soaked her shoes. Mother and son kissed passionately on the front door step in full view of the street they then go inside to Marks room where Jackie removes her clothes and drunkenly ravishes her son. She climbs on top of mark and screws him until he shoots his load inside her, but Jackie does not stop she keeps going until she has pleasured herself. She then rolls of Mark and falls asleep on his bed. Mark lies beside her and falls asleep.
Jackie hears her alarm go off and rushes naked to her own bedroom to see her husband fast asleep. She switches the alarm off and shakes John until he wakes up. It is 5:30am and his taxi to the airport will arrive at 6am. Jackie then puts on a skimpy night dress and goes and makes coffee in the kitchen, her husband follows her in his boxers complaining of a hangover. He sits and drinks his coffee before going and getting ready.
Jackie in her skimpy night dress, walks bare footed with John to the taxi, as she kisses him through the cab window her short night dress raises up her tight arse to reveal it to the world, especially Mark who is watching from the front door. As the taxi pulls away Jackie waves good buy to her husband, and her tits bounce out of her night dress. John is away on a training course and will not be back until Late on Thursday evening.
As soon as the taxi has departed, Jackie walks back up to her front door, she sees mark standing there in his boxers, and Jackie allows both her tits to be visible to her son as she enters the front door. Mark grabs his mother and takes her to the kitchen where he gropes her breasts and fingers her pussy as he asks her about last night. Jackie does not remember a thing and is appalled at her behaviour when told.
Jackie slips out of her night dress and stands leaning over the counter top pushing her arse into her eldest sons cock. Mark strips and rubs his hard cock up and down her arse crack, as he does this he kisses her neck and gropes her tits and with the other hand fingers her pussy. Jackie then pushes her arse out and begs Mark to fuck her pussy. He starts of slowly then builds up speed until he is pounding into his mom’s pussy with all his might making Jackie scream with pleasure, suddenly after his mother has had her second orgasm he shoots his load deep up inside her. After he has withdrawn from his mom, she squats in front of her son and sucks his cock clean. She then tells Mark to go and get the other two boys up as she puts her night dress back on.
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I wanted a pan of hot coals not a pair of hot chambermaids to warm my bed
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My cousin
One day I got back from school and I was extremely horny, so I decided I was going to go to my room and jerk off, I got to my room and heard someone in there, so I just walled in, my cousin Tessa was getting changed at the time when I walked in she had nothing but a thong and plane white tank top on.. she had her shirt over her head taking it off, when I said “what are you doing In my room?” She jumped and took the rest of the shirt off and said “somone was in my room, so I couldn’t change in there” being so horny I left to go to the bath room after I left the room I thought “I can just wait until she is naked and just her her to fuck me” so I waited about 30 more seconds and went back in she jumped again and wondered why I came in again and I said to her “I thought you would be done” she said “I don’t believe that!” And I just told her how I was so horny and wanted to fuck her, and she straight away said no. My male instincts took over.. I was getting sex weather she wanted it or not, I went up behind her and grabed her by the waist and threw her on the ground she said “what the fuck are you doing?!” I kept quiet then I looked outside and everyone was leaving to go shopping. I took this oprotunity to make this amazing, I stood over and and said sorry and let her up again the second she was up I grabed her neck and put her to the wall and began to kiss her, I shoved my tounge down her throat then when I had enough I threw her to my bed, I climbed on top and since she didn’t have her thong on but her top was still on I began to eat her out, she tasted so good and begged me to stop she punched and bucked but I didn’t stop she managed to kick me in the stomachs so I got up and punched her in the side, I ripped her top right off her and began to rub and suck her titties they had rock hard nipples so I knew she liked it I began to titty fuck her and then I flipped her over and she was just looking at me desgusted and I put the head of my dick to her asshole and she begged me not to “please I have never done this! Please not this hole! I promise I wont tell anyone about this just don’t fuckey my ass!” I took one look at her and backed up a bit she began to stand and I knocked her back down and got my dick to her asshole again and stuck the head in forcefully she screamed in agony and I loved it I spit In her asshole so it would slide nicer she still screamed, I got almost my full length ” 7’4 ” inside her asshole and fucked so hard and just kept fucking I felt about to cum so I stopped and she thought we were done, so I let her up she was so angry she punched me in the arm as hard as she could I laughed and my cum has subsided so I threw her on her knees and told her to open her mouth she didn’t so I slapped her she wouldn’t open so I continued slapping her and her titties, she never did so I plug her nose until she couldn’t take it any longer she opened her mouth wide for air and I slammed my full cock onto her mouth hitting the back then sliding down she began to bit down and I hit her hard in the shoulder she stopped and just took my dick she finally began to cry and her mascara was running down her face onto my dick, I stuck my dick as deep as I could and she couldn’t breath I just held it there she began shaking and worrying and finally I pulled out all the way almost and she took a big breath spit and pree cum all over her face and my dick and strings of spit between us I stuck it back in forcefully and she screammed a muffled scream and I pulled out and stopped fucking her she was crying so I laid her down nicely and then I climed on top and said to her “do you want me to stop now?” And she said “yes!” Please! And I laughed and said “ha fuck you slut you’re not done yet!” And I got down to her vagina and straight away fucked it I got about 3 inches in and found she had a Hymen I laughed and said Tessa.. this is gunna be fun but shit for you. And I slammed my cock past it all the way in she screamed and cryed and begged me to stop but I just kept fucking her, then I felt ready to cum and I pulled out and stuffed it in her mouth completely and came down her throat and then in her mouth I came more than ever and filled her mouth and it started to spill out I told her to swallow it all as it comes and she did after I was done I threw her on the ground and said I was done fore now, but if she told anyone I would fuck her so much harder and be abusive and she promised not to tell as I looked down at her I kissed her vagina softly and left. I got home from school with my step cousin tessa and it was a long day for her so she went to bed early, I couldn’t sleep so I decided to go grab something to eat, on the way to the kitchen I saw my cousins door was open so I decided to go in to see if she wanted anything.
She was sound asleep and looked so sexy she has a small waste and tits that fit perfectly in your hands she has an ass that can make you stare forever, she was laying there sleeping and she was so sexy I was insanly hard, I went over to her and started touching her feet I starter rubbing my dick on her feet and after a minute a started to rub her tits she slept in a t shirt without a bra and a thong so I went under her shirt and rubbed her nipples then I began to rub her slit and it felt amazing I got down and began to kiss it, before I knew it I had such a raging hard on it hurt so I went to her face and put my dick on her forehead and rubbed it around her face I started to rub her lips and I did for awhile I went down and began to kiss her I slowly slid my tounge in and started to make out with her while I jacked off after her lips were nice and wet I spit on my dick and rubbed it on her lips more it felt so amazing pree cum started to leek out then I began to stick it In her mouth her teeth stopped my dick but I slid it in her cheeck and around it I pulled out and she moved so I ran out after five minutes I went back in and I pulled her tong down and began to lick her slit I got one finger I’m and it was so tight I finally got two in and then I rubbed her juices all over my dick I put my dick to her slit but didn’t dare stick it in I rubbed it up and down the slit and then I popped the head in and she moved her head I didn’t move for about 30 seconds after that I began to just move it in and out only about two inches I pulled out and started to lick my finger them I stuck it in her ass nd she was loose in her asshole so I figured I could get my dick in I got my head in and I couldn’t get anymore so I spit all over her asshole and finally I got it I’m about 7’3 inches I pumped in and out for about 3 minutes and pulled out and stuck my dick back in her mouth after a few seconds I started to spurt cum all in her checks and couldn’t stop she started to open her mouth all the way and my dick went in on to her tounge and my cum kept coming she swallowed but spit some on her own tits and face I wiped her face and tits off and left..
The next day I tried again and after getting my dick in her mouth she woke up and started to freak out I begged her not to tell anyone and she said she wouldn’t but she wanted me to finish so I began with my head in her slit and after about 5 minutes I pulled out and came on her stomach we both layed together and fell asleep I woke before her and went to my room with her thong and came into it.. it was the best 2 days of my life then my parents got back from work trips and things kinda went back to normal
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My ex husband was okay for a while and in fact that is why I married him