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Jen looked up from her test with that strange feeling of being watched. Mr. McCabe sat back behind his desk, his gaze heavily set directly on her, his brow furrowed as if he were thinking hard on something. She smiled at him almost knowingly as he quickly diverted his stare. The smallest look from that man sent her spiraling out of control. What she wouldn’t do to please him.

Jen had a crush on Michael McCabe since the minute she saw him, freshmen year. He must have been about thirty years old and he was absolutely gorgeous. He was ruggedly handsome, dark and stern, someone who looked like they could be extremely bad if they weren’t so perfectly composed. As a senior now, Jen’s specific sexual desires had blossomed and she saw something in McCabe that called to her. There was something deviant in his stares, something that told her that he could be the one to satisfy her darkest desires. In her last month of school, Jen decided she was going to do something about her infatuation. Although he had in no way demonstrated that he was a man that would actually fuck one of his students, she had caught him staring at her multiple times.

Today, she had made a point of drawing his attention towards her. Jen was a very attractive eighteen year old that didn’t exactly fit with any particular clique in school. She tended to hang out with the boys more than the girls, yet managed to escape the stigma of a slut in doing so.

Hailey Grear, on the other hand, had not. Almost on cue, Hailey had walked into class, 20 minutes late, quintessentially sucking a lollipop.

Jen watched as Mr. McCabe looked her up and down and in all honesty she couldn’t blame him. Hailey wore a short pleated skirt, somehow miraculously escaping the administration and their dress code policy. She slinked by Mr. McCabe, turning only to smile at him and pick up a test booklet before taking a seat in the front row. Jen could almost hear every guy in the class look up from their test to watch as Hailey bent over to place her backpack on the floor, once again stopping to smile at Mr. McCabe. He watched her as she took her seat and crossed her legs, shifting her hips to the side and letting her skirt slide dangerously high above her thigh.

“Hailey, there’s no food allowed in class.” Mr. McCabe said frowning as he nodded toward the lollipop in Hailey’s hand.

“But Mr. McCabe it’s my birthday,” she said sticking the bulbous candy into her mouth and slowly pulling it back out.

“Plus I’m eighteen now, should you really be able to tell me what to do?” She asked before ever so lightly licking it, cocking her head, letting out a sigh and then eventually throwing it into the trash can across from her desk.

“Back to your tests,” Mr. McCabe said, looking down to grade some papers.

Jen waited a few minutes, frustrated with the lack of attention from her teacher, before getting up to ask him a question. She stood directly in front of him and pushed her test forwards.

“Mr. McCabe, I don’t understand what question eight is asking,” she said reaching her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and pushing her chest forwards.

Jen had specifically worn a tight white t-shirt without a bra underneath. It fell just below her bellybutton leaving a large gap between it, and her very low rise jeans. A single white tan line outlined her hip bone, drawing Mr. McCabe’s attention to her flat stomach. His eyes moved upwards and for just and instant lingered on her chest. Jen watched as he had to actively pull his gaze from her, knowing that her little pink nipples were not only hard but probably very visible through her shirt. He cleared his throat and looked down to examine the test.

After sufficiently reading the texts he looked up to answer, yet his gaze was again hindered by her ample chest. Jen felt her pussy gush as he tried to avert his eyes but was pulled back once again, almost as if he had noticed something. She knew that he had seen the outline of a small nipple ring and his knowing turned her on more than any actual sexual encounter she had had previously. He looked at her slightly perplexed, shocked that someone like her would have such ornamentation on her body. Trying to right the situation, he again cleared his throated and scooted forward in his seat to explain the text in question.

Jen walked back to her desk pleased with the attention Mr. McCabe had unwillingly showed her and continued her test, now expecting his full attention. She was shocked when she looked up to find his eyes shifting between a paper on his desk and Hailey. She watched as his eyes narrowed as he looked at Hailey and then back down at his desk. He looked angry and yet somehow intrigued. With her curiosity getting the better of her, Jen set down her pencil and marched across the room to retrieve the bathroom pass. She stole a glance at Hailey, noticing that nothing was overly remarkable, before leaving the classroom. She took her time in the restroom to straighten herself up, tweaking Gaziantep Olgun Escort the ring hanging from her nipple, making them both as hard as the diamonds surrounding it.

Jen tiptoed towards the classroom upon her return. She crept around the corner until the first few rows of desks were in her view. There she waited a few seconds until she saw Hailey slowly adjust in her seat. She watched as she uncrossed her legs, seductively bite her pencil and every so slightly open her legs revealing her clean shaven pussy before gingerly crossing them again on the other side, all the while keeping her eyes glued to her test. Jen peaked her head into the room until she saw a reflection of Mr. McCabe, and watched as he slid his hand between himself and the desk for just an instant before attempting to compose himself. A pang of anger and jealousy coursed through her and she had to take a moment before she could walk back into the classroom.

Jen quickly finished her test before taking the remainder of the period to think about her situation. She had never wanted anything more than the way she wanted to fuck Mr. McCabe and she wasn’t going to let anything stop her from doing so. When the bell rang she sat, as other students around her rushed to turn in their test and leave for lunch. She watched as Hailey personally handed her test to Mr. McCabe.

“See you tomorrow Cabe,” Hailey said using the nickname that students affectionately referred to him as.

Jen continued to watch as he glanced in Hailey’s direction as she walked out the door. Two against one are better odds she thought as she turned in her test and quickly walked down the hall to catch up with Hailey.

“Hey. Hey! Hailey!” Jen shouted down a crowded hall.

Hailey turned to look at her confused as to what Jennifer Lane could possibly have to say to her.

“Yes?” She asked annoyed, shifting her hips to help hold up her books.

“Hey can we . . . Can I . . . I have to talk to you about something. Can we talk during lunch? Um in the photography room?” Jen said cautiously.

“About what?” Hailey inquired with a frown.

“It’s umm . . . Jesus just meet me in the photography room at 12:30 ok? I have a favor to ask,” Jen said, nodding her head and leaving before Hailey had a chance to say no.

Jen spent a lot of time in the photography room, Ms. Cline, the photography teacher usually left for lunch, allowing Jen to stay and work on projects. The woman wasn’t exactly friendly and other students tried to avoid her at all costs, so Jen knew the room would be vacant.

Just as planned, Ms. Cline left leaving Jen alone to wait for Hailey. As the door closed, Jen looked at herself in the mirror. Her fingertips grazed the small outline of her nipple piercing sending a wave of heat through her body. She was probably one of the hottest girls in school with Hailey coming in as a close second. She was about 5’5″ with long dark hair. She was very pretty, her green eyes and consistently pouty red lips popped against her lightly tan skin, but her body was probably her best asset. She wore a 34 DDD bra and had a tight flat stomach with a narrow waist that led to perfectly round hips that supported her heart shaped ass. Which at the moment, she had turned to survey. It was nice, in fact it was very nice but she knew Hailey’s was much nicer. Hailey had a slim build, maybe a 34 C cup and she was equally as pretty, with long blonde hair down her back that always seemed to be perfectly curled at the ends. But if you were an ass man, Hailey was your girl.

Mr. McCabe would get the best of both worlds, Jen thought smiling. Just then Hailey appeared through the small window on the door. Jen watched as a guy from the basketball team leaned down to kiss her before taking a look at Jen and walking off.

“Hey,” Hailey said annoyed, dropping her bag and slouching into a desk.

Jen sat down across from her irked with herself for not having a plan for the discussion.

“So how have you been?” She asked for lack of a better starter.

“What? Like since the second grade, when we last talked?” Hailey said raising an eyebrow.

“Was that your boyfriend?” Jen asked ignoring her little comment.

“Dan? No. We hook up sometimes. Is that what this is about. I mean you can have him! He’s really into getting head and doing NONE of the work. So . . . Idk have at it,” she said rolling her eyes and grabbing her bag to leave.

“No. No. I don’t want Dan,” Jen said touching Hailey’s hand to indicate that she should stay.

The two girls looked down at the awkward touch for longer than it was comfortable to do so.

“I saw you today during the test. I saw you spreading your legs for McCabe.” Jen said confidently getting to the point.

Hailey laughed, “So!?”

“He liked it. I could tell he was really into it,” Jen said now feeling her pussy get wet at the thought of it.

“Jen what the fuck do you want?” Hailey demanded leaning in for an explanation.

“Do you want to fuck him?” Jen asked bluntly.

“What!?” Hailey said laughing and sitting back in her seat.

“Do you want to fuck him?” Jen asked again with a straight face.

“Jesus Christ,” Hailey said now getting up from the desk and grabbing her bag.

Jen jumped up and stopped her before she could get to the door. She grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards her. Hailey accommodated her but slouched, looking up at the ceiling.

“Wait just . . . Fuck! Ok. Here it is. I want to fuck Mr. McCabe. I have never wanted anything more and I just don’t think he’ll go for it. But! But . . . I don’t think he could resist the two of us. Right? I mean we could break him down. There’s no way he could say no to having a threesome with us.” Jen paused unsure of what to say next.

Jen was usually controlled and most of her actions were preconceived so the entire situation caught her off guard.

Hailey’s eyes narrowed on Jen. She searched her face as if looking for the joke. Jen was known as a vey serious girl. Hailey knew she wasn’t a prude and the idea probably wasn’t too far fetched for her.

“You want to have a threesome with Mr. McCabe?” Hailey asked cautiously.

“Yes. I want us to be what he thinks about every time he’s with another woman or every time her jerks off. I think there’s something there, I don’t know what if is but I want it. You’ve had to have noticed or why else would you be showing him your pussy in class? Plus you’ve got to be failing his class, you’ve only been there like 10 times all year. He’d have to give you an A afterwards.”

Hailey dropped her bag and searched Jen’s face once again.

“I don’t know – he’s hot. I like teasing him, like he might just break one day.” She stopped before finishing her thought. “I could really use an A. But he does NOT seem like the type that would hook up with one of his students. Plus I think he has a girl friend, I saw them-” she began before being interrupted by Jen.

“It doesn’t matter. He’ll go for it, trust me. We can break him down.” Jen said confidently.

Hailey looked around the room contemplating the situation. Jen waited giving her the time she needed to decide. Finally Hailey sighed.

“Are you serious? Is this real?” She asked trying to find truth in the matter.

“I’m very serious. I need this. I need your help to make this happen.” Jen said annoyed that she needed the help in the first place.

“I just don’t understand why you need me for this. If he doesn’t go for this we could be banned from prom or something.” Hailey said as if that were really the worst consequence of McCabe turning them down.

“What? I just explained . . . Just come by my house tonight and we can talk about it, ok?” Jen rushed as the bell rang, making sure that Hailey agreed before heading to her next class.

McCabe

Michael McCabe stood in his shower, his hand against the wall, holding the weight of his body as the warm water sprayed against his back. Images of Jennifer Lane snuck into his thoughts. He closed his eyes trying to shake the images out of his mind to little avail. It began innocent enough, he pictured her sitting in class smiling at him from the front row. Soon the other students in class began to fade away and it was just Jen, sucking on the end of her pen seductively. Without even realizing where his brain was going, he saw her grip the hem of her shirt and slowly pull upwards. Finally he saw her strain to pull it up over her massive perky tits, feeling his cock twitch as they bounced, falling away from the fabric. His body now had a mind of its own, and he felt his hand grip his hard, pulsing cock. He moaned as he began to stroke himself, picturing her completely naked now, her legs spread wide for him as one hand pinched her nipple and the other dipped below the desk. He could almost hear her moan as she slid her finger between her pussy lips, all for him.

His strokes matched her imaginary fingers as they moved up and down her perfect little pussy. Without reason, she was instantly in front of him, lowering her body between his knees.

Water from the shower lubricated his hand as he imagined her mouth sucking him in. Michael grunted, squeezing his cock and slowly moving his hand up and down, feeling himself get closer with each stroke. Again she disappeared before he found her again, now sitting on his desk, legs spread wide, her finger dipping in and out of her pussy ever so slowly.

“Please . . . ” she moaned.

“Oh god Mr. McCabe please fuck me,” he heard her beg over and over again as she licked her fingers.

He couldn’t stop himself as his hand moved faster, nor could he stop himself in his mind as he slid his cock into her tight, eighteen year old pussy. He fucked her relentlessly, harder and harder as she moaned for him, begging him not to stop. He had to paused, gripping his cock as he felt himself on the edge. Then there she was again on her knees in front of him.

“Cum in my mouth. Please baby. Please I want to taste it,” she begged him.

Michael watched as she said it over and over, begging him to cum in her mouth. His hand began to move once again as his body stiffened. Her mouth hung open as her body rocked on her knees, she needed it so bad, begging him still, until finally he obliged.

“Oh fuck! Yes. Yes yes baby take it,” he whispered to himself as he could see the first shot of his cum fill her mouth.

He cock burst spurt after spurt as he imagined it dripping from her mouth onto her tits. He could feel her need for it as she rubbed it onto her tits, only pausing to lick her hands before rubbing it between her pussy lips. When he had finally finished he could hear her thank him as she disappeared and reality set in.

Michael McCabe sighed as he cleaned himself off, angry with his lack of self restraint. She was his student but she had an effect on him that no other woman did.

Woman

He scoffed at the word reminding himself that she was only eighteen. He had to find a way of stopping this. Today was not the first time he had jerked off to Jennifer Lane, in fact it had become a morning ritual for him. Although it had began as a way to release his pent up desire for her before actually seeing her in class, that only worked for so long. He now felt himself get hard during class as she sat in the front row staring at him intently. He tried not to stare back. He tried to not want her, to not want to do dirty . . . adult things to her body. He figured she would be graduating soon and he could go back to feeling sexually indifferent about his students.

Michael got out of the shower, his brain in a fog as he rubbed his wet hair with a towel.

“Hey babe, can we go out to dinner tonight?” He almost jumped in surprise, he had completely forgotten that his girlfriend had stayed over.

“Uh yes, of course. Anything you want,” he said leaning down to kiss her in bed.

He made an excuse of being late and rushed to get dressed and out the door. He had been dating Heather for about six months now, but in all reality hadn’t even decided if it was going anywhere, especially since he had been fantasizing about his student on a daily basis. The sex with Heather was good, not great but good. She definitely had her limits, doggy style was an exciting sexual deviation to her. She was definitely a far cry from the women he had slept with in his younger years. At first he had liked the challenge. She was sweet and very pretty, a former college cheerleader. Michael thought he could slowly open her to new things, things that excited him. As dark as it was, he wanted to corrupt her. He used to envision her, hands tied behind her back, begging to suck his cock, scenarios that had been common for him in his twenties. But as the months wore on he began to realize that even the most subdued of his fantasies for her were probably out of the question. Heather meant settling down and giving up his dark desires. He had not yet decided if that was a good thing for him or not.

The first part of Michael’s morning dragged on as he sat behind his desk watching his first few classes take a test. It usually flew by as he was anxious to get to 4th period, when he had Jen in class. He found it hard to not get excited as new fantasies arose very time he saw her.

Jen was always one of the first students to arrive. His heart began to beat faster as he unnecessarily, rearranged the tests on his desk. She took her seat and he watched as she unzipped the small sweater she was wearing. Underneath she was wore a tight white t shirt that was just sheer enough not only to show her nipples, but the outline of her small pink aureolas. Michael instantly felt his body respond to hers and was forced to sit behind his desk to hide his growing erection. Her outfit was definitely out of the ordinary. Jen was every teachers favorite student. She got straight A’s, always turned it her work, asked insightful questions during discussion. She was pretty and had a body that made men fantasize about doing terrible things to her, but she never really showed it off. Michael thought her shirt may have been an oversight. Maybe she didn’t realize how sheer it really was. How her nipples . . .

Jesus Christ, how the fuck am I going to get through this class without staring at her tits the entire time.

Just then the bell rang and he had to instruct one of his students to pass out the test as he attempted to look busy grading other papers. Every few seconds he looked up to survey the class, checking to see that Jen was focused on her exam before stealing a look at her massive tits. The air condition was almost chilling and her nipples were rock hard.

Images flashed through his mind. Jen sat in his lap, straddling him as he gently bit her nipple though her shirt.

Stop thinking. He shook his head desperately trying to get the image out of his mind. He surveyed the room once again noticing that Jen was clearly reading. He unwillingly took the opportunity to look again, letting his thoughts roam.

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It all started innocently enough, I guess. Henry went to the same gym I did, and he was the kind of guy you couldn’t help but notice. Tall, probably 6’4″ or so, around 220lbs, incredibly muscular body without being “too cut”, if you know what I mean, and skin the color of a Hershey bar. He was just gorgeous.

I had flirted with the idea, when I was in college, of trying sex with another guy. I’d even gone so far as to go to several adult video arcades with every intention of sucking off or being fucked by another guy. But every time a hard cock would come through the glory hole to me, I’d get scared and leave. But I’d always go back to my room and beat off until I exploded all over my stomach and chest, imagining I’d sucked the cocks like a whore, even letting them come into my booth and bend me over and pound my virgin ass.

When I met Rita, who later became my wife, I forgot all about those fantasies. She’s this wonderful, sexy, auburn-haired beauty who I fell in love with as soon as I met her. She’s a few inches shorter than my 5’10”, says she’s fat (though she only weighs about 150 pounds), and has just fucking amazing curves — 40DD-28-36; my kind of woman. Sex with her, which started the first night we met and continued regularly until this day, was incredible. We never got bored with each other, and our “sex personalities” were in perfect sync. We were, and are, so happy together.

Anyway, back to Henry. As I said, it all started innocently enough. We evidently had the same work schedule, as he and I would both arrive at the gym at about the same time, both of us in slacks and button-down shirts. Occasionally, we’d change at the same time, giving each other the “head nod and hey man” that guys give each other in locker rooms when they’re undressing.

After a while, though, after a workout, it timed right so that he and I left the gym and went back into the locker room at about the same time. As we were undressing, I caught a foreign motion out of the corner of my eye that made me look, and I tried hard not to stare. The motion was his cock springing free from his shorts, and god it was HUGE, even soft. Easily 6″ long flaccid and it looked as thick as a soda can, the head just a shade lighter than the shaft.

I quickly turned away, not only so he wouldn’t think I was staring, but also so he wouldn’t see how wet my lips were or the bulge that started to press at the front of my shorts. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the shower, but as I passed by him I could’ve sworn he had this playful smirk on his face as we nodded to each other.

That was when my life started to change. I changed the lengths of my workouts so that most days we’d have to change and shower at the same time, just to get a glimpse of that cock. I thought of his cock and his body all the time, wondering how it would feel and taste, how much he came, whether he liked to fuck slow and easy or hard and fast. When I was in bed with my wife, I’d sometimes think as I was fucking her that it was Henry fucking me, and just the thought of that would make me lose it and flood her mouth or pussy or ass with my cum. When I went down to eat her sweet pussy, I started using her favorite vibe on her as I licked and sucked her clit — the long, thick black gel vibe she loves so much, occasionally letting it “accidentally” slip out of her cunt so I could sneak a quick suck on it.

About a month after I first noticed him, we were dressing after a shower when he finally introduced himself. We shook hands, made some small talk about lifting weights and sports, that sort of thing. We reached a lull in the conversation, and he just blurted it out as he dropped his towel and reached to pull his trousers out of his locker, “you like what you see, don’t you?”

My head jerked around toward him, and he was standing there, trousers in one hand and the base of his cock in the other, slowly lifting it up and down. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help but stare as I watched it rise and fall, those full, heavy balls swaying under it, looking so delicious. I couldn’t answer verbally, just nodded my head “yes” as I salivated thinking about his cock.

“How about you get a taste of it then?” His words snapped me out of my trance and I looked up to his eyes, then glancing around quickly to make sure no one could see or here before whispering “Here?”

He laughed as he dropped his cock and started stepping into his trousers, saying “no man, somewhere a little more private.” I thought quickly, remembering it was Tuesday and it was my wife’s scheduled day to work late. “How about my place then?” I asked, and he just smiled and said “Okay” as he continued dressing. I quickly threw on my clothes, barely able to concentrate, and ended up having to tie my shoes three times, I was so nervous.

He followed me back to my house, and I had to keep restraining myself from touching my cock through my pants as I drove, wanting to save it for later. All the while, crazy thoughts kept running through my head: What the hell am I doing? Gaziantep Genç Escort I’m not gay, am I? God I hope he fucks me hard. Just a jumble of nerves.

In almost no time, it seemed, we pulled up in my driveway and he followed me through the door and into the living room. I turned to say something, but before I could I noticed he’d unzipped his pants and had placed his hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees.

He grasped my head lightly, guiding my mouth to his cock. I loved the scent of it, just slightly musky mixed with the scent of soap. I loved the rubbery feel of the head as I licked and kissed it before sucking it gently, trying to do to him everything I’d loved done to me in every good blowjob I’d ever received.

He must’ve liked it, as I felt his grip increase just slightly and he groaned “Oh yeah baby that’s it, suck that cock.” His words, as much as his actions, turned me on in ways I’d never been before. I felt his cock grow between my lips and press against my tongue as he told me how good I was, how hot my white slut mouth looked on his cock, what a great cocksucker he’d found. He guided my head slowly up and down, my lips tight and wet around the shaft, pushing his cock in just until he felt me start to gag and then pulling back, developing a slow and easy rhythm.

I was lost in his cock, varying the suction so sometimes it was hot and tight, sometimes loose and sloppy so it made those slurping sounds. I lifted my hands from my thighs so as to keep myself from touching where my cock strained at my trousers, one hand sliding around his hard, taut asscheek, the other lifting to cup and gently roll his balls. The flavor of his pre-cum was like nothing I’d ever tasted — salty but still slightly sweet, and flowing like crazy over my tongue.

I moaned hungrily when I felt his fingers grip my head tighter and he pushed me away gently as he pulled his hips back, his now rock-hard cock popping free from my mouth and dancing invitingly just out of reach. I tried to get it back in my mouth, tongue darting out to get just a taste that he wouldn’t allow me to have. He turned and walked toward the back hall, shedding his clothes as he went, pausing to look back over his shoulder and say “Come with me” before disappearing down the corridor.

I sprang to my feet, so eager to get his cock back that I’d do anything he asked of me. I practically sprinted down the hall and into the bedroom that, until then, only my wife and I had ever had sex in. He was standing beside the bed, slowly stroking his cock, still wet with my saliva, and said simply “Strip”.

I was naked in seconds, my own 6″ cock standing straight out and so hot and throbbing it actually hurt a little. He gestured toward the bed, and I knew just what he wanted — I practically jumped on it, I was so hungry. Not saying a word, he reached out to me, and I let him move me to where he wanted. I ended up with my feet up by the pillows, on my back with my head hanging over the foot of the bed.

He stepped to me, almost but not quite straddling my face so that his balls rested on my forehead and his thick, fat black cock rested on my lips and nose. “Now I’m going to fuck that mouth good” he whispered and, lifting his hips a little, guided the head to my mouth. I moaned and my nostrils flared as his cock filled me, feeling him ease forward slowly and gently, pushing on even when I gagged a little, but I noticed in this position the sensation soon passed and he was able to keep going until I felt his balls on my nose.

He leaned forward over me, his hands on the bed on either side of my hips, and my hands rose instinctively to his chest, finding his nipples and toying with them. “Oh yeah, that’s a good slut” he moaned, started rocking his hips slowly. I was so turned on I thought I’d pass out, this black god using my mouth the way I’d used my wife countless times. Fucking my face slow at first, but every 4th or 5th stroke letting the pace quicken a little. The only discomfort I felt was in my jaws and lips stretching around the thickness of his cock, but I barely noticed as he just kept fucking and fucking and fucking.

My fingers clamped lightly on his nipples, at first anyway. I soon noticed that the harder I pinched the faster he fucked, and god I loved it. When I started twisting them, he pounded my slut mouth like a jackhammer, his balls slapping and bouncing off my eyes and nose as he used me for his pleasure. My thoughts were broken only momentarily when he growled “You ready for my cum, slut?” I did my best to nod, but I think he got the message as I felt and saw his balls draw up tight, his thrusts became shorter and harder, his spit-slicked cock seeming to grow and throb even more.

He cried out as he came, pulling back so that only the head was past my lips, me sucking like a greedy bitch as his thick, hot seed erupted into my mouth. So much hotter, so much thicker, so much sweeter than his pre-cum — so delicious. I tried and tried to swallow it all, but inevitably some of it leaked out around the sides of my lips and trickled over my cheeks. With a final shiver he finished, pulling back, leaving me laying there with my jaws slightly sore, my stomach full of his cum, and me scooping up the trickles with my fingers and licking them clean hungrily.

He chuckled a little as he watched me, glancing down at my cock and seeing it still standing rock-hard. He asked me if I was married, and I nodded yes, and then he asked “Does she know?” I shook my head no, and he chuckled again. “What time’s she due home?”, and I answered “Not for some time yet.” His eyes narrowed a little and he smiled wickedly, growling “Good, then I’m gonna break that ass in too, but first let’s take care of you.”

He moved onto the bed with me, positioning himself on his hands and knees between my legs. I braced myself for his mouth on my cock, and was surprised when I felt him lift my legs over his shoulders, spreading them wide. “Go ahead and stroke it, slut” he whispered, just before I felt one of his fingers pressing at my tight, virgin asshole. My hand dropped between my legs and I started stroking just as his finger slipped inside. “Don’t cum until I say so,” he whispered again, and I made myself slow down, not wanting to do anything to stop the incredible feeling his finger in my ass was giving me.

His hand was rocking slowly, in and out and in and out, occasionally feeling a dollop of his spit added to his finger. “Oh god please” I moaned, feeling so ready to erupt. He ignored me, continuing his finger-fuck of my mancunt with two fingers now instead of just one. I started rocking with him, pushing my slutty ass back against his hand each time he pushed in. “Pleasepleaseplease” I whimpered, “please let your slut cum for you.”

It amazed me, in some small part of my mind, that I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed or humiliated by my words. Because that’s what I’d become — his slut to do with as he pleased, how and when and as long as he pleased. “What are you?” he said, just barely loud enough to hear. “Oh god I’m your slut and please I need to cummmmmmmm” I wailed, wanting and needing it so bad.

He murmured a soft “Now slut”, and I let go, finally given his permission. My whole body jerked and spasmed, almost to the point of cramping, as I erupted. My cum splashing against my stomach, my chest, a little even reaching my neck as he let me have that pleasure. He just kept his fingers pressed into me fully, wiggling and rotating them, sending my orgasm on and on and on until I thought I’d pass out.

Finally, as it started to subside, he pulled his fingers from me slowly and with a soft “Good slut”, he patted my balls and lifted to his knees. I looked down my cum-soaked body at him there between my legs, his sweet ebony cock again hard and standing proud, almost double the size of mine.

“Roll over, slut,” he commanded, and I did it without the slightest hesitation, onto my stomach with my legs spread wide and my hips lifted, offering him my manpussy to use as he wished. Again, for a fleeting moment, it passed through my mind how completely and utterly I’d given myself to him… his slut, his cum receptacle, just his. “Where’s the lube” he asked, and I told him we kept it in the top drawer of the nightstand. I heard and felt him move to retrieve it, and was a little surprised when I felt something thump onto the bed next to my head. I turned my head and gasped, not only at seeing the picture of my wife that I kept on my nightstand laying there, but also because of the cool glob of lube he’d squirted onto my hole.

As I felt his finger work the lube past the pucker, he asked if that was my wife. I moaned, pushing back against his finger like a wanton whore, just nodding my head. “I wonder if she had any idea the kind of cockslut you are,” he said, and I couldn’t respond, biting my lower lip as he let a second finger join the first, sliding in and out and twisting side to side. I just let him do as he wished; barely caring that I was being unfaithful to the woman I loved for the first time in our marriage.

I almost cried out when a third finger was inserted, feeling him really pushing and finger-fucking my ass harder and faster, my cock trapped painfully under me. “Oh god please,” I was able to moan, to which he responded “Please what, slut?”

“Please quit teasing and fuck me” I practically screamed, and I heard him chuckle as his fingers slipped out of me, feeling him move and his weight covering me. His log of a cock flopped between my asscheeks, and he commanded me to reach back and spread wide for him. I did it without thinking, just wanting and needing his cock in me.

What started as a moan when I felt the mushroom head start to stretch my pucker quickly grew to a panting scream as it pushed me wide open, feeling him pause when the ridge at the base of the head popped past the ring. He just rested there, letting me get used to him, feeling his hot, moist breath on the back of my neck. “Is my slut ready?” he whispered, and again I couldn’t respond verbally, just pushing back against him, wanting all of that sweet, thick, black meat in me. Feeling him move behind me, pushing with agonizing slowness, feeling every ridge and bump and vein on his shaft as he took me completely.

I thought for a moment that if he kept pushing his cock would get caught in my throat if he didn’t stop soon, when I felt his fat, heavy balls against mine. Again he paused, fully inside me, making his cock jerk and twitch against my prostrate, making me moan even more. “Pleasepleasepleasepleasefuckme” I gasped like a slut, and he did.

His hands resting on the bed next to my shoulders, I felt him start rocking above and behind me, pulling back until the head threatened to pop out, then sliding back in, each motion sending a wave of pleasure through me. His heavy gasps and breaths so hot and hard on the back of my neck as he used his slut for our mutual pleasure.

“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you?” I heard him gasp, letting the force and tempo of his thrusts grow faster and harder a little at a time. “Oh fuck yes I love it” I almost yelled. “Tell me what you like,” he commanded; “I love the feel of your sweet black cock in my manpussy,” I yelled again, “Please don’t stop – give it to me harder.”

He did as I begged him, pounding me harder and harder into the mattress, almost grunting with exertion, his balls slapping wetly against mine. “I think he truly does love being a slut for my thick, black cock.” Not thinking, I answered the only way I knew how, by begging him to do me harder and faster and simultaneously pushing back to meet his thrusts. The pain/pleasure combination sent shockwaves through my body, the friction of my cock being ground into the bed had me so close to cumming I could hardly breathe.

“Pleasepleaseletmecum” I whimpered, the need so bad in me. “What do you think, should I let my slut cum yet?” he asked, his fingers digging into my hips now as he pounded me harder and faster. Just as I opened my mouth to answer, I heard a familiar, husky voice respond, “Not yet, let him feel you cum first.”

My head jerked around toward the sound of the voice, and I was shocked to see Rita sitting in the chair by the dresser, her nipples stretching the fabric of her white silk blouse taut, her hand between her legs and rubbing her cunt through her panties. I had no idea what to do, but the pleasure Henry was giving me had me too far gone to stop, I was slamming my ass back every time he thrust forward, his cock impaling me mercilessly and I loved it, even though my wife was sitting right there across the room, watching what until that day she thought was her heterosexual husband being fucked by a thick-cocked black man like a whore, and loving it!!!

I could feel him swelling in me, his thrusts growing more urgent and his breathing more rapid and raspy, I knew he was close. My wife stood and walked to the bedside, bending down to whisper in my ear, “Let me hear you beg for that thick black cock to cum in your ass, slut.” Her words, the tone, the atmosphere almost made me explode, but I was able to hold back for fear he’d stop.

“Oh god please give it to me, fuck your slut like a whore and fill my manpussy with your cum” I wailed. My wife’s fingers snaked under my body to my nipple and she twisted hard, whispering “Good slut,” just as I felt his open palm come crashing down on my asscheek. I was screaming, lost in lust, almost unable to stop myself from cumming. “You ready, slut?” he growled, and the only thing I could do was whimper and scream, unable to form words.

With an almost violent shove he lurched fully into me, his cock throbbing and swelling, pulsing mightily as he exploded deep in my bowels, the pressure on my prostate finally too much, feeling my own cock jerk and erupt in time with his, his cum seeding my slut ass as mine flooded the sheet underneath me.

My heart was hammering in my chest; my head was throbbing from the force of my orgasm as I felt him start to come down, his thick meat softening gradually inside me. I felt the flood of his juices flow out of me and over my balls as he slowly, almost gently pulled out of me. I jerked and almost screamed as I felt my wife reach back and slip two fingers easily into my abused ass and use them as a scoop to gather some of his cum. I sucked and licked them clean like a greedy whore as she offered them to me again and again until I could feel no more of him in me.

I lay there, gasping for breath and covered in a thin sheen of sweat as my wife sat on the bed next to me. “How long have you been home?” I asked, now somewhat relieved that she was okay with what she saw. “The first thing I heard was slut begging ‘Please quit teasing and fuck me’,” she said, and I rolled over slowly, not even bothered that she was calling me a slut the same as Henry had.

I reached out for her, pulling her to me with one arm as the other reached the other way, my hand grasping the sweet, thick, black cock that now owned a part of me. Her hand reached out to join mine on him, her lips pressed softly to my cheek, and my ass clenched and my cock twitched as she whispered, “Maybe Henry would like to make me his slut, too.”

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Conversations with Manny Ch. 07

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The waitress came to the table, and Manny ordered another couple of drinks. He sat back and looked at me, and a veil of regret seemed to descend upon him. “Avril left some time during the afternoon.” He smiled sadly, “I had really fallen for her, big time.” The drinks arrived and Manny tipped the girl. “Anyway, I decided to relax for a while.”

The sound of laughter snapped Manny out of his daydream. Avril had left about an hour ago and now his sister, cousin and his aunt had returned.

‘Shit’ He thought. ‘How the hell do I break the news to them?’ He sat up and stretched ‘I should have gone with Avril’.

“Here he is sitting on the porch” Susan called, walking onto the porch. She glanced back at the driveway before conspiratorially sitting down beside him. “Listen”, she glanced around. “Just go along with me tonight.” She reached over and rubbed his penis through his shorts. “I have plans for little Manny” she smiled. “Just drink the grape juice, leave the wine to the ladies O.K?” She looked back at the driveway.

“I didn’t think there was any more wine left” He whispered.

“Got a couple of bottles of red, and a few other things” She smiled and winked. “Maria said that red usually makes Jean, well, shall we say mellow?”

“Mellow”? He squinted in his sister’s direction.

“Yes” Susan chuckled “Very, very mellow”

Manny looked at his sister strangely. “How does she know?”

“It affects her the same way” She kissed his ear. “She gets as horny bunny on Viagra.”

“Hey, watch it!” Manny glanced at the driveway.

“Trust me” She elbowed him in the ribs “Oh, and I do need you good and sober, so like I said. Drink the fucking grape juice.”

“We brought food” Maria almost sang as she reached the corner of the porch. “Do you need a hand with the rest of it Mum?”

“Oop’s, that would mean me, I’m up” Susan jumped to her feet “Coming Aunt Jean”

Manny held the door and saluted as the three ladies, arms loaded with packages trooped past him.

“Thank you kind sir” Jean beamed on the way past.

“What smells so delicious?” Manny’s mouth was watering “You brought take out?” The aroma of Chinese food reminding him he was famished.

“Yes we did” Jean smiled “Now go and wash up, all of you. I’ll get things going.”

Susan glanced at Manny and rolled her eyes. “Yes, c’mon Manny” She smiled then whispered “Bring little Manny too.”

Manny entered the bathroom followed by the two girls.

“No, no!” Maria hissed as Susan went to close the door, “she’s been acting a bit strangely.” She turned on the taps so as to drown out their whispering. “It could be the breakup, but I think there is something else too.” She reached for the soap.

Susan back heeled Manny in the shin. “Jeeze, I wonder what that could be?”

“Fuck”! Manny grabbed for his shin and danced around the room on one leg.

“What was that?” Maria turned to face him.

“Cramps” Manny rubbed his leg. “It’s been happening a lot lately.”

“You should let Mom rub it, she gives a great massage” Maria smiled.

Susan rolled her eyes and abruptly turned away. “What can I do Auntie Jean?” She left Manny and Maria in the bathroom.

Manny reached for the soap as Maria stuck her head out of the door, glancing down the hallway.

She turned around quickly and kissed Manny on the cheek. “Remember what I promised earlier?” She whispered “Just wait ’til Mom goes to bed.” Then she turned and left the room.

The Chinese food was spread out on the table making Manny’s mouth water. Susan went to the counter and opened a bottle of wine. “Why don’t I just pour the wine here?” She chirped “Not much room on the table.” She carefully carried the wine glasses over to the table and placed one in front of Manny.

“Well, cheers everyone”! Manny picked up his glass and sipped. “You weren’t kidding, this is a nice wine” He swallowed the grape juice. ‘Oh fuck’ he thought. ‘Chinese and grape juice, wonderful, just fucking wonderful’

Reading his mind Susan shot him an angry glare as she raised her glass to her lips.

“Yes” Jean beamed “that is good wine isn’t it.”

Maria gulped some down without a word, and then reached for the food.

“So ladies”! Manny helped himself to food “What did you buy today?” “We had a good time, didn’t we girls?” Jean laughed.

“We went lingerie shopping” Susan winked seductively at Manny.

“Succeeded in killing Dad’s credit card in the process” Maria smiled.

“So, what did you get?” Manny grinned. “Besides revenge I mean.”

“Stuff” Maria smiled.

“What sort of stuff?” Manny took another sip of grape juice wishing it was wine.

“Just stuff” Maria beamed. “Victoria’s secret stuff” She reached for the fried rice. “Mom got the most stuff though. She got sexy stuff. Go get ’em grrrrl stuff.”

“Really” Manny smiled at Jean and slowly licked his lips. Her face flushed slightly as she tried to avoid his gaze by gulping some wine and inspecting the table.

“So what did Gaziantep Eve Gelen Escort you do while we were gone?” Susan quickly changed the subject, shooting Manny a dangerous glance in the process.

“Just hung around, talked to Avril for a while” Manny said thoughtfully.

“Avril left before we did” Susan said picking her glass up.

“She came back” Manny smiled “She wanted to talk to me about something.”

“Yea?”, Susan reached for the Soy sauce. “I just bet she did.” She looked at him as she popped some food into her mouth. “What exactly?.” His sister studied him carefully, levelly.

“Nothing important” Manny said.’Chickenshit’ he thought ‘I’m a fucking chickenshit’.

“More wine anyone?” Susan’s eyes never left Manny as she stood up.

“Thank you dear that would be nice” Jean handed her glass over.

“Mnn”……”Me too” Maria finished her glass then passed it to Susan.

Manny sat quietly and watched his sister pour the wine. She poured a healthy glass each for Maria and Jean. Then she turned to the counter and surreptitiously reached for the grape juice. ‘She’s drinking grape juice too’ He smiled to himself. ‘What the hell is she up too?’

They sat and talked during supper, mostly reminiscing about the cottage and summers past. There was lots of laughter as the meal progressed. Susan was paying careful attention to the wine situation; the other two ladies never had an empty glass.

Soon Jean and Maria seemed to be downright giddy at times. Susan’s attentiveness was beginning to produce the desired effect.

Susan winked at Manny. “So Manny, would you like to see what I bought today” She smiled sweetly.

“Wha..?” Manny looked at her.

“I’m going to show you what I bought today” She stood up and headed to the bedroom. “Pour some more wine for the ladies Manny” She called over her shoulder.

“Oh dear” Jean giggled. “Do you think that’s wise?” She passed Manny the glass. “I’m feeling quite light headed already”

“Live a little Mom!” Maria giggled “You’re a single girl again, let your hair down.”

Manny poured the two glasses of wine. “I’m getting myself some water” He said “Do you ladies want some too?” He poured three glasses of water then carried the drinks to the table. “I’m going to put my feet up” He headed to the couch just as someone turned on the CD player.

“Wow!” He looked up.

Susan was dressed in a very skimpy yellow bikini. Manny and the ladies sat open mouthed and gazed. She strutted around the room. Then she reached up and loosened her hair. The black mane tumbled over her tanned shoulder and she flicked it, just like a model on a catwalk. Susan was stunningly beautiful.

“Holy Shit Susan” Manny was mesmerized as she strolled over and stood in front of him.

She moved close to him, inches in fact. Then she turned slowly, hips moving sensually with the music. The bikini bottoms were very tight, almost painted on. Manny could see the seam pressed into her pussy lips. She was so close now he could smell her excitement as she gyrated even closer. His sister thrust her crotch to within a half an inch of his nose. ‘Fuck me’ He groaned. His penis began to stir into life as she turned around, almost sticking her ass in his face.

‘Fuck’ Manny thought to him self again ‘I’m gonna friggin’ pop’. The other two women were watching intently. He groaned as his cock started growing rapidly inside his shorts.

Suddenly Susan turned on her heels and strutted seductively over to Maria. Her cousin’s mouth dropped open as she started swaying in front of her too. She raised her hands to the tiny swimsuit top and pushed her breasts together. Then she bent over so that her cousin’s nose was positioned right in the centre of the cleavage. In one deft movement she forced one of her breasts out of the bra top. With agonising slowness it approached Maria’s mouth.

Maria instinctively licked her lips as Susan pushed her upright in the chair then straddled her hips. She slowly moved her hips to the music. Then she took Maria’s face between her hands and kissed her cousin, softly, gently. Then Susan guided her stiff nipple into her cousin’s waiting lips.

Jean’s glass was frozen in time on its way to her mouth. She seemed stunned by the scene before her, but she sat and watched intently.

‘Shit Susan’ Manny worried ‘you just threw the fucking shit in the fan.’

Jean didn’t move a muscle as Susan pulled Maria’s head towards her stiff nipple. Maria’s hands reflexively went to Susan’s ass, cupping it, kneading each cheek as she sucked the nipple into her mouth. Then she thrust her mound up into Susan’s crotch. Then Susan kissed her on the forehead and whispered something to her as she slowly rose from Maria’s lap. Maria smiled broadly then jumped up and ran to the bedroom.

Susan danced sleazily over to Manny and turned her back on him. Very slowly she bent forward and touched the floor with her fingertips. As she moved her ass sensually in front of his nose he noticed the crotch of her panties was damp. This put his penis over the top; it almost burst out of his shorts. He groaned inwardly the odour of her arousal making him even harder. She reached between her legs and moved the gusset of her panties to one side. Her very moist pussy lips now inches away. ‘Fuck’ he moved uncomfortably on the couch.

He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Jean had finally put the glass down and was now leaning head in hands on the table. She was totally engrossed in the little show that Susan was putting on. He also noticed that her thighs were pressed tightly together. Undulating visibly as she squirmed in her seat.

Suddenly the music changed as Maria appeared at the doorway wearing very tiny white lace bra and panties. Susan sat on the floor next to Manny as Maria sauntered gracefully, seductively, across the room. Hips moving erotically in a slow figure eight, the music seemed to transport her to another plane.

Like some ethereal belly dancer, her movements seemed to be in slow motion. Hand movements painting an invisible landscape of hidden promise. Totally abandoned to the music, Maria danced and twirled.

Manny swallowed hard, the sheer eroticism of her catlike movements raising the temperature in the room. “Shit, can she ever move”? Manny’s boner was getting more uncomfortable. ‘Fuck, this thing is going to rip a hole in my shorts’.

“Fuck, Manny!” Susan leaned in and whispered “When she dances like this she can peel the paint off of the walls.” She put her hand on his right thigh, moving it up slowly under the leg of his shorts. “I am soaking.”

Manny jumped as his sister’s finger tips grazed, and then caressed the head of his penis. “Mnnm,” She whispered “Manny juice.” She withdrew her hand and sucked her finger suggestively. Then, she slid her hand back up under the leg of his shorts.

“You’re a pretty fucking incredible dancer yourself” Manny whispered.

Maria danced closer to the pair then slowly squatted in front of them. They watched in fascination as she reached down slowly and caressed her crotch. Fingers tracing the line of her pussy lips as they puckered the flimsy white material.

Susan’s finger tips caressed his scrotum sending his heart into his mouth. He glanced nervously over at his Aunt. She was too absorbed in her daughter’s sensual movements to even notice Susan’s hand.

Jean seemed to shiver slightly as she silently picked up her wineglass and sipped.

Maria turned over onto her knees and shuffled backwards. Ass almost in Susan’s face, she reached down and pulled up on the sides of the white lace panties. Her labia slowly appeared as the thin material vanished between the wet glistening lips.

Susan leaned forward and smelled the aroma emanating from her cousins vagina. “Oh Sweetie”, she whispered. “I want to stick my head in there and lick every tiny part of your pussy.” Her fingers encircled Manny’s penis as she breathed deeply then licked her lips.

Movement from the table suddenly captured Manny’s attention as Jean rose slowly to her feet. Wine bottle in one hand and her glass in the other, she weaved slowly, carefully towards the couch.

“Whatever happens, happens, O.K?” Susan whispered. “Here goes nothing”

Susan’s hand froze on Manny’s penis as Jean plonked her ass on the couch next to Manny. Then she placed the wine bottle on the floor next to her.

“So”? Her look was serious as she reached out and handed Manny her glass.

Manny’s eyes almost bugged out of his head as she then deftly slid her hand up under the other leg of his shorts. “What does a girl have to do to be included in around here”? Her hand joined Susan’s on Manny’s penis.

Maria continued to gyrate sensually in her own erotic dance totally oblivious to what was happening behind her on the couch.

Manny’s heart was pounding almost audibly as Susan and Jean’s thumbs seemed to duel over the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply trying to control himself, pre-cum oozing out and being immediately fought over.

“Fuck, take it easy ladies, don’t fucking break it.” His groan seemed to get the attention of his sister and his aunt. They both relaxed and reluctantly let go of his penis.

“Hey, earth calling Maria”! Susan patted Maria on the ass.

“Wha’, Maria opened her eyes and looked behind her at Susan. Her cousin just rolled her eyes and inclined her head in Jean’s direction.

“Mom”! Maria exclaimed.

“Mother”! She gasped as she noticed Jean’s hand up the leg of Manny’s shorts.

“Well now”, Jean chuckled as she let go of Manny’s penis and licked the pre-cum from her thumb. “Aaah” She beamed. “My favourite Chinese food” She winked at Manny “Cream of Sum Yung Guy.” She took the glass out of Manny’s hand. “Thank you dear.”

The three young people’s mouths hung open in surprise as Jean made herself more comfortable.

“O.K” Jean smiled. “I know what’s been going on with you three.” She took a sip of wine. “If it wasn’t obvious before then it’s definitely obvious now.”

Susan and Maria looked at each other.

“Susan, if this evening was your attempt to bring me into the fold.” Jean looked from one to the other. “It was unnecessary” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “You were busted a long time ago. “Oh, how do I explain”?

“All of those nights you came to visit us I knew what you girls were up too” She opened her eyes and focused on her glass. “Not at first of course, but, the odd noise now and then coming from your bedroom gave me a heads up.” She looked at Maria. “Then one night you left your door open, not much mind you, but enough for me to quietly observe your shenanigans.” She smiled wryly at Susan and Maria.

“Oh, I was shocked at first. I almost sent you packing Susan. My hand was on the doorknob and I was ready to pounce on you both.” She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the couch. “My mind was made up, I was going to phone your Mum and have her come over and take you home.”

“Why didn’t you”? Susan asked quietly.

“It was something I heard” Jean whispered. “I heard you both professing your love and devotion for each other.” She smiled to herself. “There was so much sincerity and tenderness in what you both said. It was incredibly touching. I couldn’t bring myself to destroy something like that. I think I was jealous actually.”

She took another swallow of wine. “Oh for a love like that” She murmured wistfully.

“Your father wasn’t paying me much attention” Jean continued. “None at all in fact, of course now we know why………….” She stared off at some sad, distant memory. “I was so desperately lonely. My days were spent yearning for a touch, a soft caress. To be held. Oh how I ached to be held.”

“It became a ritual”, She whispered. “Actually every weekend when you visited, I would peek. I would sneak along to your room and quietly watch and listen. Listen to the words of love. Watching you experience the passion that was no longer a part of my life.”

Maria’s face was a study in shades of red as Jean reached forward and gently caressed her cheek. “I so looked forward to the weekends.”

“I lived vicariously through you both. I was usually very, very wet. Sometimes I could feel it trickling down my leg. My God, There were times when I climaxed right along with you. I fainted once, my orgasm was so strong.” Jean chuckled. “When I came to my senses I was slumped against the wall outside of your door. You know, there were times that I desperately wanted to strip my clothes off and come and dive into bed with you.”

“Mum”? Maria whispered “We had no idea that you even knew. Why didn’t you say anything”? Tears appeared at the corners of her eyes. “Dear”, Jean reached over and gently touched her daughter’s cheek again, brushing it softly with her finger tips. “That would have been an awful thing to do. You had each other. I would never have interfered with that, no matter how much I was compelled too. The love you two had for each other was just so pure. Well………” She sighed. “Then when I arrived here…….” She paused for a moment before continuing. “I immediately knew what was going on, I could smell it.”

“What could you smell?” Susan asked enthralled.

“You” Jean answered levelly. “And you and you” She smiled first at Maria then at Manny. “I could smell your vaginas. I could smell your semen.” She shook her head and chuckled. “I could smell the sex, hell all I had to do was check your laundry to confirm it. I figured Avril was the other female that was here, but I wasn’t sure where she fit in.”

“So, you checked her things too did you”? Susan asked incredulously.

Jean just silently nodded her head.

“Wow” Susan gasped. “Holy shit”

“I didn’t know if it was a trio or a quartet, so to speak.” Jean shrugged.

“Then I saw her racing into Manny’s room in the middle of that storm” She looked knowingly at Manny. “I was so jealous.”

“But you made it all better the next morning, didn’t you my dear sweet boy” She patted Manny on the knee.

Maria’s mouth dropped open. “What do you mean”? She looked at Jean then at Manny. “What?” The realization suddenly dawned on her. “You and ……?”

“Yes dear” Jean interjected. “But let’s not do it in the bathroom again Manny, my butt was sore.”

“You fucked my mother?” Maria glared at Manny.

Manny felt his face going crimson.

“Don’t be crude dear” Jean snapped “Yes he did, and it was lovely. I’m glad we did it. It made me feel part of this little group.”

“So?” she took a sip from her glass. “Are we a quartet or a quintet?”

“We’re nothing”!! Maria rose unsteadily to her feet glaring angrily at Manny. “I can’t believe it, aren’t two women good enough for you?” Maria growled. “You’re a fucking prick Manny.”

“Oh sit down dear, don’t be so melodramatic” Jean chided.

“Fuck you” Maria turned towards Jean.

“Don’t talk to me like that” Jean fixed Maria with a steady stare. “I’m still your mother and I can still spank your ass young lady.”

“Maria” Susan reached out for her. “Sit down, please.”

“You shut the fuck up too”! Maria shot at Susan.

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Home For The Summer Ch. 4

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It must have been well after 2 A.M, before I was home and in my own bed after my delightful tryst with Peg at the bank. I slept late the next morning and it was not until maybe 10:30 or so that I was at the Stockton front door. It was Carol who answered my knock and invited me in. She was cool toward me, not at all unfriendly, but quiet and reserved, and I thought, perhaps a little embarrassed. Peg was waiting by the pool for us and right away she came to the point.

“Have a seat Ricky,” she said motioning to the porch glider chair. She sat down on the couch in front of me where the night before I had pulled Carol across my knees and spanked her bare bottom. Carol sat down beside her there. Both girls were in their bikinis and I would have been drooling even more than I was were it not for the serious look on their faces. Something was afoot, but I said nothing and tried to wait patiently for the other shoe to fall.

Peg began, “Carol and I had a long talk last night after I rescued her from that humbling predicament that you left her in. With your help, she and I have come to an understanding. She accepts that I am not going back to her father. She agrees that I am entitled to a life of my own, and that I am not required to behave as if I was a nun in a convent. I in turn accept that she is a big girl now who is entitled to run her own life without my meddling. We are mother and daughter, and we will talk and communicate, we may suggest and recommend, but we will not try to control each other. Can you guess why any of this concerns you Ricky?”

I was afraid I might, but since I wasn’t at all sure I was going to like the WAY it might concern me, I gave a stammering and non committal answer. “Well… er… not really, No.”

Peg continued, “Well, perhaps the most important part of our new understanding is a mutual promise not to meddle in the relationships, sexual or otherwise, each of us may have with male companions and lovers. Likewise we have promised not to be jealous of each other, or to compete with each other, over our men… even if on occasion, it should happen that we are both attracted to the same one. I don’t need to tell you that last part is already a problem we must deal with, nor do I need to tell you who that man is.”

“Peg, I think that maybe I had better…” I tried to interrupt but my lover cut me off before I could get anything said… which was probably just as well because at that moment, I had absolutely nothing helpful to offer. The truth was I was frantically stalling for time to think, and I hadn’t a clue about what I intended to say after my “…maybe I had better…” opening phrase.

“No, Ricky,” Peg said refusing to waste time with my interruptions, “You have been around here waving that spectacular oversized penis of yours under the noses of a couple of horny females without any appreciation at all of what you were doing to our hormones. Damn you anyway. Man or boy, stallion or not, you have a responsibility to the women you tempt with that thing. You, however, haven’t even considered how you are going to take care of Carol and I now that you have us all hot and bothered, and eager to spread our legs in your bed. We have decided, therefore, since you have no plan about how to deal with us, then we had better make one for you. Tell him Carol.”

“You bet I’ll tell him, the dope,” Carol began. “Ricky, you made me promise to be your whore. O.K. but if that’s what I am, then I expect you to fuck the bejabbers out of me, often and with enthusiasm. As your whore I have a right to expect that even tho you and my mother do have this thing going between you. Like I told you last night, ever since you have been fucking her, she goes around all mushy and satisfied, and you, every time she smiles, or shows you a little skin, you forget I’m even in the room.”

I interrupted. “Now Carol, that’s not altogether true. You may be a little bitch at times, but you are also a lovely and sexy woman that would give any man alive a hard-on.”

“Can it man! I know what the score is around here. I am what the Chinese call a number two wife. I accept that. But even if my seat is at second fiddle, I am still entitled to have my pussy filled more often than just when you are horny and my mother isn’t around. Mother and I have agreed that I am entitled to a fair share of your big cock. That doesn’t necessarily mean that for every time you fuck her pussy, you must dip your wick in mine as well. We, me in particular, only expect you to take good care of each of us sufficient to keep a smile on both our faces. Fairness and equality, those are the things.”

Nor are we are suggesting that the three of us will be carrying on one big continuous orgy. Far from it. My mother and I may be horny and hungry for your cock, but we are not really whores. We are females, and we tend to be romantic about our men. We would therefore prefer that you treat us as ladies first and sluts second, and as a routine, fuck us privately, one at a time. On the other Gaziantep Escort İlanları hand, however, we are very much aware that every man dreams of making love to two women at the same time, and that a mother and daughter team is the adult male equivalent to Christmas morning for a six year old. We would not deny you that male fantasy, because if not overdone, to have you take she and I together in the same bed is certain to be fun for us too.”

Carol was quite serious as she outlined ‘the Stockton Plan’ for sharing Ricky’s penis. Peg, however, was smiling ‘the smile’ at me when she said, “Well, big boy that’s the deal, so enjoy. We hope you’re up to it”

She was quite right! I had no doubt about enjoying myself. I had just been offered the most beautiful woman I have ever known, and her not-to-be-sneezed-at daughter, both mine for the taking whenever I wanted, and actually insisting on being fucked equally. And then there was the delicious mental picture of Peg and Carol together, naked and willing in my bed! It indeed must be Christmas because visions of sugar plumbs were dancing in my head. Surely I have died and gone to heaven, and not the Christian heaven full of chaste and pure virgin angels and heavenly choirs either. No, I was in the Islamic paradise filled with houris and naked dancing girls dedicated to the pleasure of fallen warrior heroes.

The shit-eating grin on my face gave me away. Peg was laughing at me when she asked, “What about it big boy? Think you can handle a couple of horny sluts like me and my daughter?

“Oh Yeah,” I answered. “No sweat! I’ll wear your poor little pussies out.”

“Don’t be too sure,” Peg argued, still giggling. “We’ll see who wears what out, but Carol and I will try to be careful. It would be a shame to have such a big lovely cock worn down to a nub. That would be a loss to females everywhere. Carol and I intend to use it pretty hard, but we wouldn’t want to be responsible for an atrocity like that.”

“Have no fear my sexy lovelies. Exercise only grows more muscle. I expect my cock to be a foot long before I’m through with you two.

“Such arrogance, mother,” Carol piped in giggling. “We ought to send him back to those prissy coeds in Illinois, and I’d vote to do that too, if only the stuck up bastard just wasn’t hung so well. Anyway I need to get even. You know don’t you Ricky Newton, that what you did to me last night was a pretty cruel way to treat a girl. One more hour with that vibrator running in my cunt and I would have gone crazy for sure, and my poor tush is still sore from that spanking. I’ve got a lot of pay back coming to me.

“Act like a bitch…” I started to say when Peg interrupted… to good purpose I think. No sense replaying something that is over and done with.

“Well,” Peg interjected, “time will tell if our boy stallion is up to his task. In the meantime tho, those government auditors are at the bank checking my books, and I must go in to the office this afternoon. I’ll be home about seven tho, and I’ll have the night off. You two can hang around here till then and play grab ass ’til I get home. Have fun Carol, but don’t you dare drain him. Remember you and I have plans for him tonight. I’ll bring home burgers or cuban sandwiches for our supper, and then we can celebrate our new deal mother/daughter relationship an appropriate way… in bed with our boy stallion.”

That sounded just about perfect to me, but I saw Peg wink knowingly at Carol who grinned back at her. These two had something cooked up between them beyond just spreading their legs for a roll in the hay. That much seemed certain, but just what they had in mind, I’d have to wait to find out.

Peg left us then to dress for work. Carol disappeared into the kitchen to fix a couple of sandwiches for she and I, and one to hand to Peg as she went out the door. I grabbed a bottle of beer from the porch bar fridge, and stretched out on that glider couch. Life was good… really good.

After we finished our sandwiches I dived into the pool for what I intended to be a quick dip to cool off from the July heat. Carol followed me in, but she didn’t come in to cool off, quite the contrary in fact. I was no sooner up for air than I felt my swim trucks yanked down to my knees by the teenage shark that was attacking me under the water. Carol came up pressed against my chest with one hand gripping my balls, the other arm grabbing for a strangle hold around my neck, hugging me close, and spewing water in my face as she tried to kiss me.

Now, just in case you don’t already know, it is not easy to tread water with the elastic waist band of your swim trunks binding your knees together. Nor is staying afloat made any easier by one hundred and twenty five pounds of bikini clad teenager locked around your neck, and holding your balls in a death grip. Unable to stay on top of the water, the only alternative is to sink, which of course, is what Carol and I did, in a tangle of arms and legs. While we were under water and struggling, I welded my mouth to Carol’s and gave her that kiss she had been searching for when we were on the surface. A kiss, however, was no way to correct our serious deficiency in buoyancy, and we continued to sink. Eventually tho, my feet touched the pool floor, and I was able to push off with a strong kick that sent us shooting upward back into the world of air and breathing. As we broke the surface, I retaliated for being ‘depantsed’ by pulling her bra off leaving her tits and hard nipples bare and pressed against my chest.

As we struggled, I kicked my swim trunks all the way off, freeing my legs to help keep me afloat. Never the less, I still had this little blond terror with her arm around my neck and worse, that frightening grip on my balls had not loosened one bit. THAT worried me the most. Now at least, however, I was able to tread water, and most of the time I could keep my head where I could breathe. Carol’s head, however, I kept dunking below the surface where her supply of air was decidedly limited. Luckily for me she never used her most powerful weapon… the grip she had on my balls, and eventually she turned me loose and tried to swim away. Fat chance I would allow her to do that. I swam after her and quickly caught her by the legs, stripped her of her bikini bottom, and threw it into away where it joined my trunks and her bra that were already on the bottom of the pool.

We circled each other, treading water, looking for an opportunity to grab a good hold on naked flesh at just the right spot. So she wanted to wrestle did she? Poor Carol didn’t have a chance in that game. Gradually we drifted into more shallow water where my feet could touch bottom but hers could not. With that advantage in leverage, I simply overpowered her, spun her around, seized her around the neck from behind, and pressed her body against mine.

My cock, by now fully hard and erect, slid easily and naturally down the crack of her ass with the tip end probing into the valley between her legs. The big ridge of my cock head punched its way into he crease of her thighs and the tip end came to rest barely short of her cunt. With one arm over her shoulder and around her body, I was able to squeeze her close and at the same time fill my right hand with the firm melon of a teen breast. My other arm was reaching down low, across her belly, and that hand was pushing its way between her legs hunting for her pussy. One finger found the slit it was looking for, and hooked itself inside at the very top end. Above that finger, my thumb, and the butt of my palm, pressed down on her clit.

“Oh God, Ricky, Oh God!” The sound came out of her mouth more as a moan than as words.

“Give it up little bitch! Say uncle!” I asked for her surrender.

“Oh God, Yesssss! Uncle! Uncle! I give up”

“Now my horny little tramp, are you sorry you pulled my trunks down?” I asked.

Despite her distress, I heard her giggle a little as she answered, “Well… not really…”

I didn’t wait for the rest of what she had to say before I increased the pressure on clit by squeezing it with my thumb. “Well then my little girl whore, let me put it this way, you don’t get fucked until you apologize for treating your pimp so disrespectfully.” Whether it was the additional pressure from my thumb, or simply that she wanted so desperately to be fucked, Carol’s moment of good natured resistance crumbled.

Oh, Yesssss, Sir. Don’t tease me. I’m sorry. I apologize. Oh, Please, Please Ricky fuck me now. Your cock is pressing into the crack of my ass… And, Oh God, I can feel its tip between my thighs. You are driving me crazy. I want you in me… Now! Take me out of the water and fuck me… Please.”

When I was about 14, my father insisted that I take a YMCA course on the techniques of life saving. I had always blamed good old dad for wasting my time until I used my best lifeguard carry to haul Carol’s limp ready-to-be-fucked little ass over to the concrete steps built into the shallow end of the pool. I led her out of the water and onto the deck where the air mattress we had used the night before still waited. I laid her on her back there, and gave the single word command, “Spread!”

Carol, however, had something else in mind.

“No, Ricky, not on my back. Last night… it was so awful to be teased like that, and then to be left unsatisfied and disappointed. I swear, I was so hot. I had never before so needed to be filled with cock. Even in my sleep last night I dreamed about the things you did and way you tortured me. What a sight I must have been… spanked, my hands tied behind me, kneeling, my head down, my ass in the air. My God Ricky, it was all so sexy. I want it that way again, but this time, please you must fuck me. Please Ricky, abuse me, then take my cunt while I am helpless and at your mercy.”

“Yes my little whore,” I answered, “I can do that, but what do I tie your hands with tonight?”

“You whore knew her pimp would ask that. Behind the bar is the same sash from my robe you used last night. I hid it there this morning for you.”

“Why you little tramp. You had all this planned all along. Didn’t you! Didn’t you! Admit it slut and tell me how you want to be fucked.

“Yes, I admit it. I have been lusting for your big cock all morning. I want you to take me like a bitch. Fuck me hard and without mercy. Tie my hands behind my back. Make me offer my ass. Spank me. Spank me hard, then eat my pussy. Treat me like a cheap whore. Make me beg. Hard fuck me. Punish me with your penis. Take me from behind. Dog fuck me. Spank me even as you stick your big cock up my little hole. Make me beg! Shame me! Humble me! Do it! Please! Like a bitch. Fuck me like a bitch!”

Me, I was for damn sure willing. Obviously this little blond teen was up to her pretty little tits in guilt over something. If she wanted to cleanse her conscience with some sensual punishment, well hell, I was her man. I like submissive women, not all the time of course, but they have their place, in bed certainly if nowhere else. The role of master is even more fun when someone like Carol, usually the self assured bitch, unexpectedly turns into a sexy jelly at your feet begging for your cock. This was a first for me then, but in the years to come, this was a feminine quirk I was to see many times .

“Bring me your robe sash,” I ordered Carol sternly. She brought it back draped across both outstretched hands as if carrying a sacred vestment to the altar.

I took it from her. “Turn around slut! Hands behind your back!”

Last night I had tied only her wrists. Today I had a better idea. My first knot was at the elbows, pinching them together, and pulling her shoulders back. There was plenty of sash remaining, and I used it to wrap her forearms tightly before finishing with a second tight knot at the wrists. The effect of the additional restraint at the elbows was exactly what I had hoped for. With her shoulders back, her tits were thrust forward and at my mercy.

“Turn around, Carol. I’m going to punish your tits now.”

She whimpered a little but she turned to face me. WHAP! WHAP! I slapped those teen melons that were so available and vulnerable. I hurt her. I could tell from the tears that came to her eyes. Time for a little tenderness. I cupped her right tit with my hand and stooped to and run my tongue slowly around an nub of a teat that was hard as a rock with excitement. My other hand played with her left tit, alternately squeezing and stroking.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I spanked her tit flesh again. Her teen breasts with the protruding aureole around each nipple jiggled sexily with each blow. Both tits were turning a bright red.

“Is this what you wanted Carol? To be helpless and forced to do my bidding? Do you want me to hurt you, humiliate you, and make you suffer before I fuck you? That is what You want isn’t it Carol?

Oh, yes! God yessss! You make me so hot. I want our cock in me already, but please don’t take me yet, not yet, no matter how I beg for it. Your whore needs to be disciplined before she is fucked.

“All right whore, over there on your knees, head shoulders down, ass up, you know the drill.”

As she did last night, Carol struggled with her balance trying to assume the required position. It was even more difficult for her today with her elbows tied together as well as her hands. In due time, however, her head was down, her ass was in the air, helpless to prevent anything I wanted of her.

I started her off with a solid spanking, warming her ass cheeks to the same vivid red as her tits. Satisfied with the level of her burning buttocks I crouched behind her and ate her cunt until she gave up the shattering series of orgasms.

“Eat me! Damn you Ricky Newton, eat my cunt. I’m Cummmminnnng. Oh keep your tongue there, for God’s sake eat me… I’m Cummmminnnng. Again! More! I’m Cummmminnnng.

With the tip of my social finger in her ass, and my thumb in her pussy I told her that she must beg for what she wanted.

“God, Ricky, you must already know. I want you to stretch my poor little pussy with your great cock. Make me your whore bitch! Take me from behind, and spank my ass while you dog fuck me. Oh, Damn, fuck me over and over until I can’t stand it any more. Give me your cock you cruel bastard. I have been hurt, humiliated and punished… now… you bastard… shove your cock up inside me.”

I put it to her then, as deep and as hard as I could, and with my every stroke.. with her every orgasm… SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! I spanked her ass, and made her beg for more. Our mutual climax at the finish was unforgettable.

Later the two of us lay still naked and cuddled together, resting on the concrete steps at the shallow end of the pool, cooling off in water up to our necks. For a long time we sat there in silence recovering from the emotions of our turbulent sex. My finger was in her pussy and her hand was gripping my dick, but these were only familiar and reassuring caresses rather than passionate ones. It was Carol who finally spoke first.

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The senior year at the university was over at last. Tom had already broken up with Carrie. She was his mother’s age and married. It wouldn’t have lasted no matter how good the sex was. There had been two others before her, both similar ages, both married. He was handsome and could have had his pick of beautiful coeds. They never seemed to offer the same excitement.

——oOOo—–

Tom had been home nearly a week. The house was on several acres on the outskirts of town – rural seclusion. He heard his mother in the kitchen cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon pulled him from bed and down the hallway.

“Hey, darling,” Mary said, giving her son a big hug.

“Wow. You look beautiful.”

He stepped back and looked at her wearing very short pants that could have been painted on and a spandex waist-length tube-top that accentuated every curve of her upper body. She was barefooted as well. The silver-gray hair was pulled back in a ponytail which hung well below her shoulders.

“You don’t have to pretend I look good.” She scoffed then returned to the stove where she was cooking bacon and eggs. “It’s almost ready.” She drank another sip of beer from the nearly empty bottle then handed him one. She had already finished one and was feeling the effect.

“Thanks for letting me stay for the summer.” Tom had plans to start graduate school in the fall.

“It’ll be nice to have a man around the house for a change.”

Robert had died in a car wreck a few years before. The one good thing was the life insurance settlement. She would never have to work again, and the house was paid off thanks to another policy. She was sewing her wild oats now that she was single again.

“You seeing anyone?” Tom said.

“Not really. How about you?”

“Not since Carrie.” He had never mentioned Carrie’s age or that she was married.

“There must be a million more to try at your age.”

“I had one chat me up last week, only she was missing a leg.”

“What’s wrong with that? I bet all her parts still work.” Mary snickered.

“Mom-m,” Tom groaned.

“Maybe she was better in bed than Carrie. Her pussy is the same, you know.”

“Geez Mom. When did you get such a gutter mouth?”

“I’ve heard you say things like that. Besides, we’re both adults.”

Tom groaned, but knew she was right about his language. “Mom, have you ever dated an amputee?”

“One man I know is missing a leg. It’s not so bad fucking an amputee.”

He groaned again muttering know. “How’d you meet him?”

“An online dating site. His left leg is amputated near the top of the thigh, and he uses crutches to walk. He’s quite handsome.”

“And you’ve seen him naked?”

“More than that. Whoa, he’s hot”

He shook his head. It was a new side of his mother. “What happened to his leg?” He took another long swig of beer.

They sat at the kitchen table and started to eat. The two bottles of beer were empty, and they started new ones. Mary burped then drank more.

“There wasn’t any physical injury or cancer. He found a surgeon to amputate it.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. We’ve talked a lot about it. He has something called BIID. It’s analogous to being transgendered, but instead of the wrong body he feels the leg shouldn’t have been there. He has no regrets. He’s not alone, but there’s no way of knowing how many others there are.”

“And he just asked and then they cut it off?”

“Pretty much. There aren’t any good tests for BIID so if someone requests an amputation they’ll do it.”

“I don’t believe it. Mom, would you want that? I mean, you acted like I should have dated the amputee at school. What’s your interest in this?”

“So, what if I had BIID?”

“Do you? I don’t know how someone gets it or if it is contagious.”

“It is not well understood. Researchers believe it’s there from birth, but individuals might not realize it until closer to puberty. And I don’t think I have BIID, but…” She paused for a long moment to sip more beer and eat the scrambled eggs. “Lately I’ve been thinking about having an amputation.” She deep throated a piece of bacon then took a bite.

“But you’re so beautiful.”

“And you think losing a leg would change that?”

“I’m so confused about what I think. It’s too bad you can’t be an amputee part-time to test your feelings about this.”

“Interesting you say that. He gave me something to inject to make my leg become a stump for a while. I have crutches and spend time as an amputee.”

“Wow. That’s so science fiction. Really?”

“I’ve used up what he gave me, but I got a new order a few days before you arrived. I was worried about how to bring this up.”

“It’s a little weird, but if it’s what you need to do don’t let me stop you. Is this only around home?”

“Mostly. After we eat, I’ll show you.”

“I can’t wait. I have a feeling maybe I should have done something with that amputee girl.” He laughed.

“So you didn’t?”

“No, Mom. I was busy with finals. Maybe I wasn’t thinking clearly. She was pretty. Gaziantep Escort Reklamları I don’t know how much of her leg was missing because she wore a short dress.”

——oOOo—–

Tom started towards the living room when Mary suggested he come into the bedroom so he could witness the injection. She removed a pair of crutches from the closet and leaned them against the bed. From the nightstand Mary took a vial and a syringe.

“Special syringes marked in one-hour doses up to twelve. The stump forms where then injection is made.” She rubbed her left thigh a few inches below the very short pants leg. He watched as she drew the fluid up to the first mark then pressed the needle straight into the thigh. The stump formed instantly.

“I don’t know what it would really look like but that looks pretty real.”

“The only difference is there isn’t a scar across the end, but otherwise it feels like the leg is gone.”

Mary stood and put the crutches under her arms one at a time then walked around the room modeling for Tom. He didn’t mean to, but he was becoming erect.

“Do you get that way for just anyone?” Mary teased.

“Sorry. I guess I’ve finding it a little erotic.”

“More than earlier when you had a boner going?” She laughed.

“I can’t help if I think you are a beautiful lady. Too bad you’re my mother.”

“What would change if I wasn’t?” She paused and looked more closely, nibbling her lower lip suggestively.

He noticed her nipples pressing firmly against the spandex and the suggestive expression.

“I’d ask you for a date.” He grinned. “I’ve dated a few ladies your age.”

“I had no idea.”

“I found I prefer the age difference. There’s a sense of maturity that’s not there with girls my age. That’s why I passed up the amputee girl…too young.”

Mary stepped closer and pulled him against her. Her lips were close to Tom’s but not touching. The crutches fell to the floor, and she continued to balance on the one barefoot.

“Does this feel as good?” she whispered.

“Better.”

“Yes it does.”

A moment later their lips touched. Both seemed to not mind because neither did anything to stop. Her tongue slipped between his lips and explored. His hand rubbed a breast. She sighed deeply and felt him remove the hand.

“No-o,” she moaned, pulling back in place.

“But…”

“Pretend I’m just another woman.”

She raised the stump and rubbed against his trousers. He reached down and rubbed the end. It was soft and felt good in his hand.

“I love that you have one leg.”

“Now that you’ve touched it, what do you want to do?”

He dragged his hand between her thighs, rubbed firmly. “I want to go down on you.” He pressed his hand inside the short pants and fingered. When he pulled his hand out, he sucked the wet fingertips. “Delicious.”

“Now I’m sorry I have any thighs. Imagine if I was completely legless.”

“I am.”

She touched the bulge with a hand. “I’m glad you find that erotic.”

“It’s better than breasts or a nice ass.”

“Would you like it if I had a big belly?”

“How did you know?”

“I happened to see your computer…all those pictures of women with big bellies that sag down.”

“Fat aprons.”

“On, my…yes.” She rubbed his hand over her stomach. “I have something you’ll like.” She swallowed two pills then sat on the bed to inject the other thigh so it would be completely off. As her belly began to grow, she undressed. “There’s a wheelchair in the closet.”

“Later.”

He sat next to her and fondled the roll of fat and told her how much he liked it. He jiggled and moved it about. It was not excessive, but still large.

“That was just a hundred pounds,” she said.

“Have you done more?”

“Twice that a few times.”

He pushed her onto her back and kissed between her thighs, sometimes fingering around the opening.

“Oh, oh,” she began repeating.

He continued without change knowing what was happening. The other older women had been excellent tutors. One hand fondled the legless hip while the longer stump rubbed alongside his face.

“Oh-h, baby-y,” she drawled as the orgasm began to subside. “I hope that wasn’t the only time.” She reached down and gripped his erection. “Move around here.” She removed her dentures revealing a toothless mouth.

Tom was unaware she had no teeth. “When?”

“A while. I usually wear dentures.”

Her head lowered, and she took him in her mouth, her head began to move up and down.

“Oh-h,” he groaned. It wasn’t the first time that a woman had done this, but it was the first without any teeth. It felt much nicer. “Oh-h.” He could not control himself and muttered he would come. She continued, and he filled her mouth without gagging or spilling any.

Mary swallowed a last time as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

“I love to suck cock most of all,” Mary said.

“And I love both blow and hand jobs, not as much as sucking pussy, but close.”

“More than fuckin’?”

“Before, yes. But, you without legs and with that belly and I might change my mind.” Tom chuckled.

——oOOo—–

Mary’s legs returned soon after they finished having sex. They cuddled and kissed for a while. The belly remained.

“The pills last half a day,” she said.

“Can I take one?”

“Each is good for fifty pounds.”

“I don’t have any clothes to fit if I get too much larger. I could wear some running shorts with fifty.”

“Then, we need to get you some much larger clothes. I’d like to fatten you up.” She patted his stomach then held three pills, but gave him only one.

“Let’s go shopping first.”

He kissed her letting his tongue rub against her gums. “Don’t wear your dentures.”

“Are you sure?”

“I love how you look without them. I mean, it’s not obvious. It’s like a naughty secret, almost like not wearing underwear. Do you mind?”

“For you, darling.”

——oOOo—–

Mary and Tom had looked at a web site with pictures and clothing sizes for men and women weighing different amounts. Three pills would take him to about 325. Because the pills were made to create an apron of fat more than a rounded belly, it would be just what he wanted. Two pills would increase Mary’s weight to about 225.

They continued to receive odd stares from clerks in clothing stores, slender people looking for plus-sizes, but soon found clothes for each. Already, she was sorry that she wasn’t at home, but they stopped at a cafe and had pastries and coffee. It gave them a chance to look at the other shoppers.

“Is your amputee guy fat?” Tom said then sipped some coffee.

Mary recrossed her legs letting the short dress ride up high on one side. “Only when he uses the pills. He’s how I found out about the vials and the pills.” One foot swung casually back and forth. She inched the skirt up more to show him more thigh.

“How would you explain things to your friends?”

“I might not be able to. I don’t know. It’s something I’ve wondered about.”

“Maybe they are hiding something, and wishing they had a way.”

“I don’t see it happening.” She licked her gums, having left the dentures at home. Unless she opened her mouth in a certain way most people would never know. “I guess I could tell Jane. She’s the closest thing to a friend I have.”

“How close?” He chuckled.

“We screw some, not often.”

“Mom-m,” Tom groaned.

“Hey, it feels good. I’m just sorry I didn’t know before now.”

“Would you have been a lesbian?”

“Maybe. It’s that good.”

“Do you wish I was a woman?”

“Maybe, but you were delicious. I could be swayed to remain straight if you wanted me.”

“Does he know you prefer women?”

Mary sipped her coffee and looked around delaying the answer for as long as possible. After seeing a few chubby women with large bellies walking past, she looked back at Tom.

“Yes. You see, he crossdresses and most people never realize what’s happening.”

“Is he trans?”

“No. He just likes to dress as a woman.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Nothing like reaching under a dress and finding a male package.” She laughed.

“Would he have gender surgery, or is there something like the vial for changing bodies?” Tom grinned.

“Do we need to get some women’s clothes?”

“I’d make a pretty horrible looking lady. Maybe I should have been born in Thailand and been a ladyboy.” He chuckled.

“That’s where he’s from…Phuket.”

“So is there a way?”

“Let’s wait until we get home. It’s not something to discuss in a public setting.”

“But ladyboys are?” He scoffed. “If you insist.”

Mary recrossed her legs as she turned more towards Tom. In the process flashed him a grand view. She nibbled her lower lip, and uncrossed her leg leaving the knees parted enough he could see between the thighs.

“Should I be a ladyboy?”

“I’ve never been with a man.” He took a long sip of coffee and looked between her thighs. “I think you should be missing one of those legs…probably both at the hip.”

“Thank you. Tom, I love you for so many reasons, but your understanding is one of them.”

——oOOo—–

At home Tom swallowed three fat pills and waited for the growth to stop. When it had he played with the belly fat and enjoyed the feel.

“Goddamn, that’s sweet,” Mary said, picking up the apron of fat and feeling the weight.

“It’s nicer than I expected.” He dressed in running shorts. The tee shirt didn’t cover all the belly. “What do you think?”

“Maybe a missing leg would help.” Mary grinned, flashing her gums.

He grabbed a bottle of beer and went out back to the patio. He sat on the edge of the swimming pool with his feet in the water and drank several gulps. Soon, Mary joined him after taking two fat pills and injecting the left thigh as before. She was wearing a bikini.

He grabbed at her belly. “I love you this way.”

“But not without?”

“I didn’t say that. And I love you as an amputee.”

“It made me feel good when you sounded like you did. It’s how I want to be.”

“Can’t you just use the injections?”

“I could and do it twice a day. But, if I do that I might as well go to his surgeon and have a real amputation.”

“Would you want us to be together?” He drank a big chug of beer then held the bottom of his belly.

“I have dreams about that…that we got married and no one knows our true relationship.”

“Would it be better if I was a woman?”

“You wouldn’t want that.” Mary shook her head, licked her gums. She raised and lowered her stump of thigh watching as she did.

“But I would if it was what it took for us to be together.”

“How long have you been thinking about us?”

Tom sat the bottle beside him. “Maybe since the first older woman I dated. She even suggested maybe that she was a substitute for you and had me call her Mary and Mom.”

“And you did?”

“Especially when we were having sex.” He grinned.

“Damn-n,” she muttered. “I need to think about this some.”

“Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

“I hate to admit it, but yes. It was great…and still is.”

“So I need to be a fat amputee man?”

“Probably.” Mary laughed. “Only if you want.”

They kissed for a while, sometimes just staring at each other without saying anything. This would be his favorite fantasy. Even as a boy, he had loved thinking about his mother. Now having experienced the real thing only helped to confirm how good it would be.

“But what if I wanted to be a woman?” Tom said.

“I guess that might be a surprise to me. But, we are having many surprises.”

“I’d like to be a middle aged woman, but there’s no way to do that.”

“How old?”

“Early forties. Your age, you know.”

“I didn’t know,” Mary said, playing with Tom’s belly.

“I’ve never told anyone, mostly because it’d make me sound crazy since there’s no way to so that. Gender surgery would only give me the appearance of being a woman, but not a real one, and not older.”

“I’m sorry.” She kissed Tom full on the mouth for a long moment. “What if there was a way?”

“I’m just playing along,” he chuckled. “I’d begin living as a woman…if I could be an older woman.”

——oOOo—–

Sitting on the couch in the living room, Mary remained with one leg and a big belly. She undressed because it was best before changing bodies so that clothes did not get ripped if the new one was larger.

“Is that the new iPhone?” Tom said, pointing to a gadget next to Mary.

“Looks like it, doesn’t it? But no, it’s called a Mark III and it allows you to change bodies. There’s a huge selection in a catalog. I have one in mind that’s so different you’ll have no doubt that I have a new body.”

Mary tapped the screen several times. Instantly a beautiful black lady with light chocolate flesh tones took her place. About ten years older than Tom, her features would make most men’s knees weak just from seeing her. She was also missing the left leg at the hip.

“Well?” the lady softly cooed, then wiggled the halves of a split tongue before doing a few tongue tricks.

“I think I’m in love.” He laughed. “Are you that way often?”

“I’ve used it to be an amputee out in public.”

“Oh-h, wow-w.”

“So now I have to use this body around you?” Mary laughed.

“Wouldn’t hurt my feelings, but I was thinking how I’d like to use whatever that thing is.”

“How would you like to use it?”

“Does she have a twin sister?” Tom laughed. “It would be the perfect solution to let us remain together. You see, the biggest problem is people know both of us. If we both changed bodies then we’d be strangers and could start over.” He paused. “We wouldn’t have to be black ladies…unless you want. I’m sure there are plenty of bodies that would be enjoyable.”

“You have this all worked out, don’t you? Don’t get me wrong, I love that you are trying to find a way for us to be together.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Tom kissed her hard on the mouth. It was different because she now had teeth. “How many are in the catalog?”

“Tens of thousands of women of all ages and shapes and sizes. Many, many, are amputees. You’re right, we wouldn’t have to be black ladies. Just changing appearance would be enough.”

Mary stood, picked up one crutch and walked as gracefully as she had before with two. She had discovered by chance that she could, and it was easier when the leg was off at the hip. There were videos she had seen of Asian and African women using a single crutch because that was the custom. She turned back towards Tom and stared.

“What if the change was permanent?” Mary said a moment later.

“If that was the only body I could have, then I’d say not a problem. I could live forever looking like her. Why are you resisting this so much?”

“I feel it’s a commitment, and we’ve scarcely started whatever we’ve started.”

“But Mom, we can’t be public about what we both want and look like ourselves. You need to become an amputee, and I want to be more than just your lover. You tell me how to do that. Besides, don’t you enjoy using that body or something similar?”

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My name is Jessie Lewis. I’d always been sort of shy. A wall flower. I’d stand in the background of parties, trying to stay unseen, which was kind of difficult considering my looks. I’m a 5″9 black woman with dark almond-shaped eyes, caramel colored skin, full lips and a lithe body (from playing volleyball all four years of high school). So I never would of guessed that I’d marry the most gorgeous man alive, Brian Matthews.

He’s tall, taller than me, standing at around 6 feet tall. He has these gorgeous hazel eyes, and dark brown hair. We just got married a day ago, and we’re spending a week long honeymoon on a cruise around the Caribbean.

Well, right now we’re in our bedroom. Now, as I said before, I was always kind of shy, so I’m still a virgin. I know that tonight’s the night that we’ll…you know. Have sex. And I’m extremely nervous. Brian looks at me, and smiles.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I murmur. He leans over and starts kissing me. It’s slow at first, but gradually the kiss grows deeper, more urgent. My arms wrap around his broad shoulders, and I pull him closer.

He pulls away, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I blush as I get a glimpse of his muscled chest. He tosses his shirt to the ground, and I quickly pull my sundress over my head, and toss that to the ground. I feel so self-conscious as he looks at Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort me, my body. Like I said, I have a good body, but no one’s ever seen it but me.

“God, Jessie, do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he murmurs.

“I’m not the only one,” I reply, smiling. I reach behind my back, and unclasp my bra. It falls down, revealing my 36B cup breasts. The cool air makes my nipples perk up. Brian pulls me to him, and I marvel at the feel of my skin against his. He kisses me softly, and starts to kiss my neck, making me moan. He makes his way to my breasts, and softly flicks his tongue over my nipples.

His hand travels down to the waistband of my panties. He goes even further, and abruptly cups my soaked mound.

“You’re so wet!” he says, sounding surprised. I blush. He retracts his hand to pull off his pants. I look down and see his hard-on. Deciding to take some charge, I pull down his boxers, and his seven inch cock springs up. My mouth waters, and I lean down towards it. To his surprise, I take him into my mouth.

I’ve never done this before, so I start slowly. I work my tongue over the head, then up and down the shaft. I lower my hands towards his balls, and start stroking them, making him groan.

“Jessie…” he moans.

I finally take him into my mouth fully, going up and down his pole. I start to go faster, and I can tell he’s close. I stop’ and look up at him.

“How’s that?” I say, knowing it’s killing him that I stopped so soon. He seems to know that I’m teasing him.

“Who knew you were such a..” he starts. Before he can finish his sentence, I clamp my mouth over his cock, and he immediately bursts, filling my mouth with his cum. Some of it gets onto my chin, and spills out onto the bed.

I lean up, and smile triumphantly.

“I find it had to believe you’ve never done this before,” he says, pulling me to him. I shrug, and smile again at him.

I remove my soaked panties, removing the last barrier between us.

“Lay down on the bed,” Brian says. I do as he says.

“Spread those legs, I want to get a good look at that cunt of yours.” he growls. I gasp at the language he uses, but secretly I love it.

“I bet you taste as good as you smell,” he says. He gets between my legs, and palms my dripping cunt. He starts to stoke my swollen lips with has hand, making me moan. He leans in, and feeling his warm breath against my mound makes me moan again.

Suddenly, I feel his tongue, going up and down my cunt, ravishing it like a starving man at a feast. He plants kisses against my clit, and nibbles at it, making me moan his name over and over again. He pushes two fingers into my tight cunt, and starts to slowly finger fuck me.

“Brian, I want you..” I moan.

“You want me?” he asks, his voice cocky.

“Yes,” I say, sitting up.

“Hmm, nope.” he says, laughter in his voice.

“Why not?” I say, noting the whiny tone in my voice.

“You have to ask nicely.” he says, enjoying my misery.

“Please…” I say. I crawl towards him, and look him in the eyes. “I want you to fuck me. Please.”

He looks a bit surprised that I’m so blunt. I have no idea what’s come over me. But he tells me to spread my legs. He lines up his stiff cock to my drenched whole. He pushes in slowly.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” he groans as he pushes into me. It hurts, but it’s a good pain. Once he’s all the way in, he stays there so I can adjust to his size. Once I get used to it, he pulls out, then goes in again. He develops a steady rhythm. I hold on to him as he starts to go faster. I push myself onto him, trying to get closer.

“Brian,” I moan. “I’m, I’m…I’m going to cum!”

“That’s right, cum for me,” he says, pumping into me like his life depends on me.

And I do. My legs start to tingle, and a warmth rises in me. I cum, feeling as though I’ve found a bit of heaven on earth. He comes right after, filling me with his hot spurts. I collapse onto him. He doesn’t pull out, not yet. He just wraps me in his arms, hugging me.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs into my hair.

“I love you too,” I say….

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Initiation By A Much Older Man

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18yrs old, tall, slim, fair haired, good looking, and curious, standing at the urinals and reading the sexually explicit grafitti on the wall in front whilst slowly stroking himself to hardness.

This was me many years ago, having given and received hand jobs, the thought of oral and anal was a little scary, and at that time illegal, and seeking a safe way to experiment further was becoming a persistent thought, not realising that today was to be the day.

Into the cottage strolled an old gent, smart, and quite distinguished looking, he took his place a few feet away and whipped out a nice looking cock, but did not pee, just stroked, and looked across at mine.

This for some reason excited me, and when he moved closer and took me in hand it was electric. Returning the favour he felt nice in my hand, when he said, it is not safe to stay here long, but I live just around the corner so would you like to follow me.

Did I.

Just 100 yards and we were into his home, very clean and smart if a little dated, he asked if I wanted a drink, or if I would like to go to the bedroom, I chose Gaziantep Elden Ödeme Alan Escort the later and followed him.

He sat on the bed taking off his shoes and socks, then stood and stripped completely, he was slim and trim and walked to me as I realized that I was still fully dressed. He stripped me slowly leaving my pants till last then hugged me rubbing our cock together and feeling all over me, then slowly stooping to lick at my nipples, then all the way down, pulling my pants down as he went.

His hand felt electric on me again, closely followed by that unbelievable first time a mouth took in my cock, I was still standing and my legs went weak and shaky so he pushed me back to lay on the bed. He got on the bed between my legs, and while kneading my arse he sucked me to oblivion, I had never imagined that sex could be so intense, and as i came back to earth I realised that he was still sucking on me, and I was getting hard again.

At that age I could repeat numerous times in short time (oh, the joys of youth) and he asked if I would fuck him. What a question to a rampant youth. He could have done anything without asking at that moment.

He lubed himself and bent over a chair, at the side of the room, I lined up behind him and slid slowly into him, this was much tighter than any of the girls I had fucked (or was ever to fuck) I grabbed his hips and went to town on him as he squeeled and begged for more, telling me it was the best fucking he’d had since he was twenty.

Having so recently come, I was able to fuck that lovely tight hole for 15 minutes.

If I had gone in there first I dont think I would have lasted much more than 3 strokes.

When I came I thought I would never stop, then as he came and he clamped down on my cock I started shooting again as I collapsed onto his back.

As we got our breath back I slipped out of him and we went back to the bed and just laid there, I fell asleep for awhile and was wakened by him sucking me and playing with my nipples.

He had been and made a cup of tea for each of us, so we sat and chatted as we drank it.

He told me he had seen me around and lusted after me but never thought it would happen, and that this was one of the happiest days of his life, and was it possible for me to stay longer.

We had been there over 3 hours, and as it was only 2pm I was happy to stay a few more hours.

After our drink he went straight back to my cock, then straddled me in the 69 possition and I felt a cock in my mouth for the first time.

He was slightly larger than me in that department but was also circumcised like me and I found I was realy enjoying the experience, it did not take long despite my inexperience before he started to grow and twitch, and with a loud moan started to shoot his load into my mouth, the first couple of spurts hitting the back of my throat quite unexpectedly (this was a first for me) and the amount amazed me and with him still pumping I was choking to swallow it fast enough, I kept him in my mouth till he went soft, although I had still not come, he rolled off me and begged me to fuck him again, which sounded like a good idea to me so I did.

He asked me to lay on my back, then lowered himself onto me,

and he rode me like a pro.

That was my intro. and was repeated numerous times until work took me to a different town, but I never lost my liking for older men.

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Confusion is Nothing New

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Jesse slid his jean-clad ass off his Honda Nighthawk, pulled his helmet off, flicked sweaty strands of black hair away from his face. Not even night mitigated summer’s furnace. He was home, but there was no triumph, as he’d once hoped. His boots crunched on the gravel as he walked like a beaten cowboy.

On one side of his old yard grew a line of cedars, green and moist. He remembered how once, when he was five or six and had stayed up late watching one of the Alien flicks, he had lain in bed, shivering in the middle of a summer as relentlessly searing as this one, hearing the breeze stir the cedars, and thinking how much it sounded like a horde of creatures slithering around the house. And he remembered, with telling sharpness, the terror of feeling hollow and empty inside, all the living material that was the true essence of Jesse, scooped up and devoured by something implanted in him.

That was how he felt now.

The porchlight beaconed. The steps had been freshly painted, blue-gray. When he’d left a year ago they were peeling, revealing the old brick beneath. The air conditioner mounted in the den window still rattled, though; Jesse once tried to write a song using that rhythm of that rattle. The kitchen windows were bright but the curtains drawn. He could see a shape moving inside, but it wasn’t Mom. Hadn’t been for years.

The front door was unlocked. He banged through it. The TV blared from the den. He was peeling off his leather jacket when someone tackled him. He went tumbling against the wall.

“Jess, you bastard!” His father’s laughter was like classic rock–it had been repeated ten billion times, but Jesse had never grown tired of it. “That your bike I heard?”

“Yeah,” said Jesse, pinned between his father and the wall. It’d been two days since he’d showered last, and he was pungent, but his dad didn’t seem to mind. “About all I’ve got left.”

“No guitar?”

“Nah. Had to sell it to put gas in the Nighthawk.” Saying those words reopened the raw pain.

Dad nodded. He knew what the guitar meant to Jesse, and he knew he didn’t need to say anything more about it. “You’re home now. You’ve still got some shit, up in your room. I kept your clothes.” Dad released Jesse. “Dinner’ll be ready in about half an hour.” Old hunting pants, the camouflage mostly faded to khaki, hid behind an apron, of all things. Dad’s T shirt hadn’t seen too many washes, and it showed his body. His forearms looked as strong as ever.

“Since when did you start cooking?”

Dad laughed. “Get your ass in the den. You still drink?”

Jesse mostly smoked weed now, but though it grew in profusion in the hollows and valleys around here it was not permitted in this house. “Yeah. Corona?”

His Dad vanished into the kitchen. “Budweiser it is.” A frosty can came sailing out. Jesse caught it. Dad had said–not all the time, but enough–that Jesse should have been a pitcher, not a musician. Funny thing was, Jesse was actually a catcher. And a failed musician.

In the den was the biggest departure from remembered domestic normality. His sister, Justine. She sprawled on the faded couch, enormously pregnant. Though they had kept in touch while Jesse had been trying to make a go at it in the roadside bars and honky-tonks, she had not said anything about that.

Like Jesse, she sported their mother’s blue-black hair, and almost as abundantly as Jesse’s, which spilled low between his shoulder blades and hung like an obsidian visor in front of his eyes. Her eyes were Dad’s steely blue. She wore loose sweatpants and a pink shirt that rode high on her pregnant belly and low on her swollen breasts.

Bending down he pecked her on the cheek. She grinned at him, then winked. He took Dad’s recliner, said: “So. Anyone I know?”

“Yes,” she said. She picked up a catalog lying on the floor, dog-eared a page, and flung it to Jesse. “You like that for a bassinet?”

Jesse was used to her secretiveness, so he let the subject change without comment. He looked at her belly, then back to the catalog. “You think it’s big enough?”

“It’s big enough,” she said, laughing. She grabbed the remote. “You seen this new show on CMT?”

Home was always so easy because he knew the rhythms. He’d tried to make his own rhythms, craft songs that would take peoples minds away from their beers and banish, for a while, brooding thoughts. But other rhythms had prevailed, the kind of rhythm a young man learned from truck drivers eager to drive, and lonely cowboys to mount, and farmboys eager to plow a furrow. And Jesse had lost the beat.

Dad soon called for Jesse to set the table, and a few minutes after that they all sat down, just like the old times. Except for the empty chair opposite Dad’s. Dinner was steaming mashed potatoes, broccoli and cheese, hot rolls, and meat leaf. Dad fawned over Justine, encouraged her to eat more, told jokes to her, teased her about some of her exploits.

Just like the old times, Jesse found himself looking at his Dad. At Dad’s T shirt, and Gaziantep Otele Gelen Escort the big mounds Dad’s pecs made, and the aureoles of Dad’s big nipples. At Dad’s biceps, just too fucking big for the shirt. At tufts of dark hair curled above the neck, just like that trucker who had…

But it wasn’t good for Jesse to think like that. For, just like the old times, thoughts like that made him leak peckersnot. Unlike the old times, it was not into tighty whities, but into his oil-stained, sweaty jeans.

He could never forget that time, not matter how hard he tried, when he was thirteen, and he saw his Dad and his Mom one night slipping into their bedroom. Dad became a myth that night, because he knew real men couldn’t raise a tent that huge in their sweatpants. It could not have been real. It had to have been his imagination.

Dinner passed, and Jesse’s boner subsided, and the peckersnot dried to crusty insignificance before he had to stand and reveal his shame.

Justine handled the dishes, which wasn’t too hard since there was a new dishwasher. Dad tossed another Budweiser Jesse’s way as they went back into the den. Sternly, the TV extolled, in discrete yet masculine terms, the virtues of Viagra, before doffing the mask and slipping back into inanity.

“You didn’t even keep your guitar?” Dad asked, taking the recliner while Jesse got the couch. “That’s hard. You sweated bullets for that guitar.”

“It was hard,” said Jesse quietly.

“Listen,” Dad said. “Don’t worry about things right now. It’s bad, I know. Been there. But you’ve got nothing to worry about. You can work down at the shop. Still know how to use a wrench?”

“Yeah, I still remember.” Tension poured out of Jesse, and suddenly he felt his shoulders relax, and the awful knot that had been inside him suddenly loosen.

“It’s not easy, being a singer,” said Dad. “Your Mom tried to make her living that way, too. She would’ve made it, except for me.” His grin was wry this time. “But disappointment’s just a part of the game, and it’ll pass.”

Jesse nodded. “Yeah, I guess.” He looked at his Dad, this time into his eyes. “Thanks.” There was an unexpectedly intimate moment, awkward, silent, somehow deeply reassuring.

“A lady with beer!” Dad cried suddenly. Justine, as she passed by, flung another Budweiser at Jesse. She settled on Dad’s lap, cracked open the can and held it to his lips. Grinning, Dad drank like a baby.

Justine relaxed against Dad briefly, shot an electric glance at her brother, then rose suddenly. With a shy smile she moved next to Jesse on the couch.

Stories began to unfurl, and things were caught up on. Jesse was overwhelmed with a sense of how easy a year’s absence from home could turn one into an alien. Justine and Dad rattled on about so-and-so screwing around with so-and-so’s wife, and about who was cheating down at the Fastest Quarter-Mile in the State! (exclamation point part of the county raceway’s trademark), and the price of gasoline, and who had come back from the war in a coffin and who had come back in a wheelchair.

Strange. These stories used to bore him senseless. Now, they were a gateway both into his memories and into the changed, transformed present. They were about people he’d known, eaten dinner with, fantasized about, but they had not had their lives smashed against the cold iceberg of fate. He realized that these people belonged, in a way he did not, in a way he felt he never had. What he wished, more than anything else, was to be on the inside, the way Dad and Justine were, the way he’d always wanted to be.

The end of the evening news and the long-chinned dawn of Jay Leno heralded bedtime. Justine had withdrawn earlier, complaining that her feet hurt her.

Dad stopped Jesse as he rose. “Listen. Let’s camp out tomorrow. Go up to Crockett’s Hollow. We got a lot of rain last week; the river’s high.”
“What about the shop?”

“Fuck the shop,” said Dad. This was the biggest change. Dad’s body shop was his life. Catching Jesse’s astonishment, he said: “I got a guy to run the place. He’s from New York, though he’s not an idiot. So I get a day off here and there.”

“All right, then,” said Jesse, slowly.

“That’s my boy.”

Upstairs, on the way to his old bedroom, he passed Justine’s room. The bed was made, and she wasn’t in it.

Jesse’s bedroom was unchanged, as if preserved in amber. Except that it was clean, and his sheets didn’t stink of the gallons of jism he’d blown during adolescence. And his clothes, the jeans and shirts that he’d left because they reminded him too much of home, were now neatly folded and precisely arranged in his dresser, almost as if Mom had placed them there.

He stripped. He opened some windows, to catch what little breeze stirred the night. He perched his left buttcheek on the sill, and looked out over the cedars. The tree-clad slopes above the house recalled the feeling of a hard-bodied hairy-legged stud who’d pulled Jesse’s face into his groin and muffled Jesse’s ears with his thighs. Home.

The memory of his Dad’s titanic hardon tenting his sweatpants was a blazing vision, so intense he could almost see Dad here, in this room. He waited and waited, wondering if he would hear that sound he used to hear. The sound he used to beat off to. The soft moans, and the squeaking bedsprings.

But there was only the droning of cicadas and, from time to time, the distant hooting of truck horns over on I-77.

It was only after he’d gotten into the bed and pulled the soft cotton sheet over his jutting hardon that he heard something. A choked gasp, followed by a demure cough.

His mind full of unnatural thoughts, he beat off at the frenetic pace of a fifteen-year-old, and commenced turning the white, spring-fresh sheets into a yellowed, crusty mass of unslaked lust.

#

The F350’s diesel rattled as Dad gunned it. The rear wheels spun, pebbles rattling in the fender wells. The flinty smell of baked dust tickled Jesse’s nose.

“If it was hunting season, we’d be set,” Dad said, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He’d had two beers even before he’d attacked this old logging road with a truck designed with an interstate in mind, but since Jesse had been a lot more fucked up (and fucked) on his Nighthawk it didn’t bother him. “I got a new 12-gauge.”

“Ah–” Jesse bit his tongue as the truck lurched across a deep gully. “Christ, Dad, this thing got any shocks on it?”

“Quit your bitching, boy.”

Far, far away from everything they pulled off the logging road into a semi-circular cutting at the base of a steep bank. Ancient trees loomed tall, casting cool shadows. Birds sang the peculiarly eerie songs only heard when civilization was distant. From down the slope came the hissing roar of river rapids.

There were no trails as such, but an old abandoned railway snaked along Swayback Creek. Shoulders braced against the load in their backpacks–light, since this was a one-nighter–they made their way deeper into the forest.

They talked incessantly above the hiss and murmur of the rushing river, and Jesse found that he was telling the tale of his great failure before he realized it, and he was on the verge of telling Dad about the pot-fuelled orgy in Lexington. Deftly, he thought, he changed the details–omitting the buttfucking, including the fairer sex, and changing the chemicals from demon weed to harmless Jack Daniels. His Dad was silent throughout the tale, and if he suspected Jesse of concocting a quick fib he didn’t let on.

At the end of it, Dad said: “Next time, don’t party so much.”

Dad’s glib assessments and pithy moralizing could, and had, grate on Jesse’s nerves. This time it didn’t. For it didn’t seem to matter much to Dad that his son spent his time doing what was fun and not what was right. It didn’t seem to matter that his son had chosen something else besides being a panelbeater at the body shop. It just seemed to matter that his son was there.

They stopped around noon for Justine’s infamous baloney sandwiches on the banks of the Swayback. The day was still hot, and Jesse’s black T shirt was soaked. So was Dad’s, and the white cotton molded to his torso as if it were a sculpted breastplate.

“How far do you want to go today, Jess?” Dad asked.

“All the way.”

“Past the gorge?”

“Yeah,” said Jesse, chewing slowly.

Further up the trail, the Swayback cut through a huge pier of limestone, rushing between sheer walls and boiling around jagged boulders. The railroad continued onwards via a cut made into the side of the gorge, oblivious to the danger in the cascade below. Jesse had never taken that path, because of the nightmares he used to have as a kid. Fascinated by trains he’d delved into their history, and learned that they had an unfortunate proclivity to jump the rails. He spent a week, waking in the middle of the night, terrified, having watched an old steam locomotive derail and plunge into a gorge, and he had watched, one by one, abandoned children drown in the cold tumultuous river. It was then he began to suspect that death and loss were the natural state of things and that home was an illusion.

“Yeah, Dad,” said Jesse. “Let’s do it.”

Dad turned a huge smile on him, unreasonably pleased.

About an hour later they reached the gorge. A cool breeze flowed from its mouth. Half-expecting to be seized by paralyzing fear, he followed his Dad, stepping from tie to tie, the ballast crunching under his hiking boots. The Swayback roared in impotent fury. The gorge was sheer, and the stone walls magnified the noise, and there was obviously no escape. But, in the end, it seemed there was no need for escape.

“Not so bad, was it?” Dad asked.

“No. Hey, Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“This is pretty fucking cool.”

Dad grinned. And they went on, into high country that Jesse had never before explored.

#

With evening came exhaustion. Jesse’s legs trembled, at the end of their endurance. He hadn’t done this much work with his body since…well, since he left to try and make it as a singer. Orgies weren’t the same. The studs who liked plowing a young black-haired buck did the work. Jesse had just absorbed their shafts, sweating, of course, but lying there, on his back, legs spread, and–

“Shit,” Jesse said. He lay on a bed of pine needles, his backpack a pillow. His legs felt molten, nervous.

“You said it.” Dad pulled off his T shirt. He was a shaggy beast. His chest hair spread across his torso, east to west, north to south, matted with sweat. Droplets like dew decorated his face. “You going to pitch the tent?”

“Why me?”

“It’s in your backpack, dumbass.”

“Shit,” said Jesse, and wearily struggled upright.

By sundown, Jesse had the pup tent erected and Dad had a fire blazing in a ring of stones. The flames danced in the northwesterly breeze.

“Jesus,” Jesse said, shivering.

“What?”

“It’s the middle of fucking July, and I’m freezing.”

“Just like your Mom,” Dad said. “She hated the cold, too.” He smirked. “I guess I never told you the story how she…” He trailed off, but not before Dad, casually, scratched his nuts, a far-away look in his eyes. Then he stood, walked to the edge of the circle of light. The ripping sound of his zipper was followed by the splatter of piss on the soft leaf carpet.

While Dad pissed, Jesse squatted upwind of the fire, to absorb the heat and avoid the smoke. The movement of the flames was hypnotic; they swayed like fiery cobras dancing

Turning and zipping, Dad said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m beat.”

Jesse laughed. “I’m fucking dead.”

“Fine.” Dad chuckled. “Let’s hit the sack. Keep warm. I’ll zip the sleeping bags together.” Dad crawled into the tent.

Jesse closed his eyes, utterly helpless as his cock grew into life. No, no, not that cliché. Even before the tent began quivering with Dad’s exertions inside, his boner jutted in his briefs, trapped between the white stretched cotton and his steamy black pubic hair.

In the sack with Dad. Alone. In his briefs. This was something he just couldn’t do. He knew very well what was going to happen. This was the moment the thread snapped, and doom fell.

He had tried to soar, a redneck Icarus who wanted something more than what lay hidden in these mountains. Failing, he had fallen like Icarus back to these mountains. Unlike Daedalus’ son, though, Jesse had found a vine to cling to, something to arrest his fall into the ultimate black sea. And now, when all he had was his vine–his family–his body and its urges and his evil and twisted mind…that last vine was going to snap, and he was going to fall, and join those kids dying in the river, or fall victim, at last, to the phallic-headed alien about to burst from his chest.

This was the misery a guitar must feel, forever consigned to play a tune that someone else had written, unable to play for itself.

Dad emerged a few minutes later, eyed his shivering son. “Jesus, you look beat. Get in there. Take it easy.”

Jesse smiled faintly. “All right. Sorry.”

“Sorry for what? You can’t help being what you are.” Dad lay on his side, next to the fire. “What’s bugging you?”

“I don’t know. It just…all this shit…I mean, it just gets to me sometimes.”

“You’re home. Don’t worry.” He grinned. “Bedtime for my boy.”

Jesse smiled fatalistically. There was nothing he could do. He was trapped.

He crawled into the tent, pulled the flap close. He stripped off his shirt and jeans, balled them up and shoved them in a corner. The dime-sized spot of pecker snot was a cold medal of dishonor on his briefs. He slipped into the sleeping bag, pulled it up to his shoulders. Lying on his back, just the way he liked to when big men plowed his cunt, he tried to think of nothing.

Next to him there was a big, silent, cold space, while from outside the tent came the crack and hiss of the dying fire.

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He didn’t realize that he’d fallen asleep until he woke up, laying on his left side, smelling hickory smoke. Dad curled against his back, his breathing nasal and raspy, punctuated with snorts and gasps.

Jesse felt each and every hair on Dad’s chest and his legs as if they were temptation itself, coaxing him to come out and play amongst the cedars, or dive into the cool waters of the river. Suddenly he felt Dad’s arm go around his chest, tug him in tight. Dad murmured something. Cold as ice? You feel nice? Hot boy ice? Dad’s nipples, like pencil erasers, pressed against his shoulder blades.

Rough fingers began to stroke his right pec, starting just below Jesse’s shoulder then descending until it found his nipple. Jesse gasped, shifted, almost rose, until his brief-clad butt came into contact with–

Hard. Bone. Cock.

Pressing into the cotton-draped valley that was the core of Jesse’s need was Dad’s fat shaft. A soft furry shape, feeling like giant oranges in a sack of velvet, had to be Dad’s nutsack.

So exciting. So deadly.

Jesse’s hands stirred, moved towards something they shouldn’t, froze, trembled.

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Chelsea lay in her bed, mindlessly rubbing her clit through her panties. Her mind was somewhere between sleep and the sexy Vietnamese woman cleaning her mothers apartment. Chelsea spoke no Vietnamese, so conversation went no where when she attempted to communicate, but there was a recognized attraction between the two strangers that was made clear by the look of lust Chelsea received when she walked through the door. The first thing Chelsea had noticed about the woman was her slender body with surprisingly defined curves. Chelsea guessed the woman’s cub size was on the larger side of a cup, and the idea of feeling their soft warmth in her hands excited Chelsea. She flicked her clit at the thought of the beautiful woman’s nipples in her mouth as she gently sucked on them, teasing them with her tongue.

Getting more excited, Chelsea grabbed her vibrator from the drawer, quickly removing her already moist thong and replacing it again with her fingers. Chelsea began stroking her warm pussy with her fingers, then ran the head of her vibrator along her swelling pussy lips. Switching the machine on, Chelsea began to massage her clit and slipped the vibrator into her wet, ready womanhood.

As Chelsea began to move the vibrator slowly in and out, she tried to keep her noise level to a minimum. Her breath quickened simultaneously with her stroke, and she let out a soft moan. Eyes closed, Chelsea began to lose Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort herself in her fantasy. Not hearing the door open, she was surprised when she felt a soft touch on her inner thigh. Opening her eyes, Chelsea looked down at beautiful, eager eyes. With no words needed, the woman removed Chelsea’s vibrator and replaced it with warm fingers.

The woman moved up to quickly kiss Chelsea’s soft, plump lips, as if seeking permission. Chelsea responded with a passionate yes, their tongues dancing slowly and gently. The Vietnamese goddess began to pull away, and Chelsea desperately sucked on her lip, begging her not to stop. With a quick peck the woman moved her lips down to Chelsea’s neck, across her collarbone. The woman slowly worked her way down to Chelsea’s erect nipples, kissing and licking her soft skin. Her fingers had slowed, and the woman slowly caressed Chelsea between her thighs. Focused on the fingers, Chelsea jumped in surprise and pleasure when the woman gave her nipple a little nibble, and Chelsea’s attention was quickly brought back up to the Vietnamese mouth that was providing such sensuous heaven.

The woman began to kiss her way down Chelsea’s stomach. She licked and sucked her way down Chelsea’s sides, then moved back up and blew on the warm wet spots she had left, sending chills down Chelsea’s back. She kissed a line along Chelsea’s hip bones, teasing Chelsea in a way only an experienced lover knows how to. The woman kissed further down, along Chelsea’s inner thighs. Again, she surprised Chelsea with a sensual bite, causing Chelsea to squeal. Finally the sexy woman began kissing and licking Chelsea’s lips, still teasing but getting closer to the hot sex that was awaiting her mouth’s attention. The woman then separated Chelsea’s lips and slowly licked up and down her dripping pussy. She continued this a few times, every now and then flicking her tongue over Chelsea’s swollen clit. The Vietnamese beauty then thrust her tongue deep into Chelsea’s pussy, her nose hitting her clit. Chelsea weaved her fingers into the woman’s soft, thick hair, signaling how much she loved the feeling of her warm tongue inside her pussy. The woman fucked Chelsea with her tongue until Chelsea thought she might explode, and then just as quickly as she started, she removed her tongue and began slowly licking up and down Chelsea’s pussy again.

Chelsea moaned in frustration, and pulled the woman’s head in closer between her thighs, as if begging the woman not to stop. The woman responded by sucking Chelsea’s clit into her mouth and violently flicking her tongue across it, faster than Chelsea thought possible. Again, just as Chelsea thought she might explode the woman stopped what she was doing, and resumed stroking Chelsea’s womanhood with her tongue. This time more desperately, Chelsea directed the woman’s mouth back to her clit, but the woman only fought harder not to give her what she wanted. The woman began slowly licking Chelsea’s clit. Chelsea closed her eyes and began slowly gyrating against the woman’s face.

Without opening her eyes, Chelsea heard the familiar noise of her vibrator, and seconds later felt it being gently pushed into her pussy. Chelsea gripped the woman’s head, holding on to her hair so that she wouldn’t stop. As she got closer and closer to her orgasm, Chelsea began to grip her legs around the woman’s head, holding her still, except for the thrusting of Chelsea’s hips that she could not control. Chelsea came with a loud moan, pulling on the woman’s hair as her pussy lips pulsated around the vibrator.

As her breathing began to slow down and her grip on the woman’s hair loosened, the woman removed the vibrator and stopped licking Chelsea’s clit. In a daze, Chelsea lay there as the woman began steadily lapping up her juices, every now and then sucking in one of Chelsea’s pussy lips and playing with them between her teeth. The woman then began kissing her way back up Chelsea’s sensitive body, stopping briefly at her breasts to gently lick Chelsea’s nipples, and then finally planting her soft lips on Chelsea’s, who could taste herself in their kiss. Eyes closed, Chelsea tenderly kissed back. As Chelsea began to drift off, the woman vanished as swiftly as she had appeared, leaving Chelsea to wonder if she would ever see this beautiful mystery woman again.

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Part Seven: P. S. I love you Daddy…Mom, sister, and brothers.

Willing to even degrade herself for the sake of fame and fortune in the making of her adult films, Liz didn’t say no to any movie her producer and director wanted her to make. Where most actresses turned down making a SCAT movie, she eagerly made the SCAT movie, aptly called, Felicia’s Feces Fetish Fascination. Submerged up to her neck in a barrelful of shit, she was seemingly forced to stand in the bathtub while a group of men peed and ejaculated cum all over her shit covered, naked body.

What was distasteful to most, an understatement, is sexually arousing, another understatement, to a select few. As long as those select few put out the money to pay to see the movies, to buy the movies, and to invest in their adult film productions, the producer and director made whatever movies their audiences dictated them to make. With their films not earning big, box office money, their films were cheap enough to make to always earn a profit enough to pay for those in front of the camera and those behind the camera, while funding their next movie.

Maybe in making Liz’s first adult movie, a SCAT movie, Peter, her producer, and Lars, her director, were pushing her limits. Maybe they were pushing her buttons a little bit. Maybe they just wanted to see how far Liz would go before she said no. Yet her first porn movie was the worst and most difficult porn movie for her to make. Making the movie wouldn’t have been as bad had she made the SCAT scene in the first take, but the director had her redo the SCAT scene a dozen times before he was satisfied. Perhaps had he been the one standing in a barrelful of excrement, he would have made the scene in one take.

“Cut! Let’s do it again. Cut! Let’s try this one more time. Cut! That’s a wrap!”

Indeed, it was as if Peter and Lars were testing Liz to see how far she’d go. As if this humiliating movie was her initiation ritual, and as if they were hazing her, other actors who weren’t in the scene watched her make the first shot before leaving the set. The smell was horrific. If not into SCAT, the scene was horrifying. Who would find her covered in shit sexual?

I can only imagine a wife using a bathroom accident as something sexual.

“Honey? Oops. Sorry but I shit myself again,” said the wife to her husband.

“There’s nothing to be sorry over a little shit,” said her husband.

“But Honey, my shit is everywhere,” said his wife.

“Stop it. You’re making me horny,” said the husband.

“How horny would you be if I smeared my shit all over my body and stood in the bathtub for you to cum and pee all over me,” said the wife to her husband.

“Oh, baby. I love you,” said her husband masturbating himself over his wife’s shit covered body.

“Cut! That’s a wrap! That’s lunch. I’ll see everyone back here in an hour,” said the director.

The SCAT scenes wouldn’t have been as bad had they made it with liquid chocolate or brown watercolor paint. Instead, being that a barrelful of shit was much cheaper than a barrelful of liquid chocolate or brown watercolor paint, they made the scene with real shit. After that movie, her first porn movie, mild in comparison to all of the other adult films she made, she made twelve more porn movies that were nothing like the first one, thank God.

* * * * *

She made a movie called, Black Man’s Bluff, where two, very large, black men barge in a pool hall and forced the owner’s virginal daughter to have sex not only with them but also with her father when he couldn’t pay his gambling debt. Then, she made Full Court Press, Take Six for the Team where she portrayed the head cheerleader and was gangbanged by six of her black teammates. Her next adult film was about Liz portraying a Jewish woman taken prisoner by the Germans during World War II. Bound and blindfolded, she was brutalized by four, drunken, Nazi officers.

“Grab her,” said the German Major to his captain and Lieutenant. “Strip her.”

Obeying orders, the two Nazi officers grabbed Edna and tore off her dress. Then, pulling her bra over her head and off without even taking the time to unhook it, they pulled down her panties. Shivering with fear, with her big tits, bushy black pussy, and naked ass exposed to the three men, Edna was naked.

In that movie called, The Gestapo Interrogates a Jewish Woman, Liz is captured by four Nazi officers before being turned over to the Gestapo as a spy. She’s sexually ravaged by the Nazis. Thinking that she was safe, once freed from being a Nazi prisoner of war, the Gestapo treated her even worse.

Yet, because of her good looks, shapely body, and sexual experience, keeping her around to sexually entertain their guests, at least she avoided the gas chambers. Giving her pretty clothes to wear and plenty of food to eat, the Gestapo officers gave her all the wine she could drink. She needed to be drunk with some of the Gaziantep Anal Escort fat German officers who used her body and did nasty, sexual things to her that they’d never do to their wives or even mistresses.

Reminiscent of her real life, she was able to draw from her sexual experiences when she was forced to have sex with her father so very long ago. In making Black Man’s Bluff, she had sex with the pool hall owner as if she was having sex with her biological father all over again. An 18-year-old virgin on her prom night, when she came home early in the morning disheveled and looking like she had sex, even though she hadn’t had sexual intercourse with her prom date, her father was enraged and deranged enough with her that he raped her. More than just raping her, he sexually assaulted her and physically abused her.

* * * * *

“Do you know what time it is?”

Her father Richard looked at her with anger mixed with hate and incestuous, sexual lust.

“It’s after midnight. I’m sorry,” she said. We were talking,” she said.

With a guilty conscience that she was doing naughty, sexual things, Liz looked at her father with a face full of guilt and fear. With him always able to tell if she was lying, she could never get away with lying to him.

“Talking? Talking? It’s two am,” he said tapping his Timex with his index fingernail. “And I have work in the morning. What were you talking about?” He said sarcastically. “What were you really doing all of these hours? And don’t lie to me by telling me that you were just talking.”

Thinking about all that she was doing after her prom, kissing, touching, feeling groping, stroking, sucking, and licking, she stated the obvious while knowing her father wouldn’t believe her anyway.

“We were just talking. That’s all,” she said.

As if he could read her mind, he looked at her knowing that she was lying.

“Talking my ass,” he said. “You weren’t talking,” he said in an accusatory tone. He looked at her as if he was undressing her. “You were having sex.”

Unable to hide her shame and her embarrassment, her only defense was to deny and to lie.

“Daddy. We didn’t have sex,” she protested. “I’m still a virgin. I’m saving myself for that one special one.”

As if she was having a sexual fantasy while standing there talking to her father, it wouldn’t surprise her if he grabbed her, pulled up her dress, pulled down her panty, and fucked her with his finger to see if she was lying about still being a virgin. Instead of being revolted by the thought of her father finger fucking her, she was suddenly sexually excited. A way for her to prove that she’s not lying and that she’s still a virgin, her father would never cross the incestuous line by attacking her in such a violent way. Her father may be a lot of things but he’s not a bad man. He works hard to support his family.

Yet, seemingly, even back then, her justification for lying to her father that she didn’t have sex, women didn’t consider giving a man a hand job before giving a man a blowjob as sex. Even back then, in the 70’s, women weren’t really having sex unless they were having sexual intercourse and/or anal sex. Deemed more physical than sexual, her date feeling her tits and sucking her nipples while she stroked his cock was hardly deemed as having sex. Just because her date unloaded a bucket full of cum in her mouth and she swallowed doesn’t mean that she’s still not a virgin.

“Didn’t have sex? Don’t you lie to me. You smell like sex,” said her father sniffing her before slapping her hard across her face. “Tell me the truth.”

Catching her by surprise with his sexually explosive forcefulness, he grabbed a handful of the front of her dress and pulled it forward to expose her naked breasts to his horny eyes. Instead of looking at him with shocked surprise, instead of pulling away from his grasp, and instead of being embarrassed that he was seeing her naked breasts, she was sexually aroused. They both stared down at the front of her dress. Liz looked down to see what her father could see of her naked breasts and her father looked down to see what he could see of her naked tits. Just as she was showing a lot, he was seeing a lot. Only, instead of being upset, angry, afraid, and/or embarrassed, she was suddenly sexually excited.

Then, in one quick, hard pull, he tore open the front of her prom gown. Proud of her big breasts, she stood there defiantly with her bra exposed to her father. Not satisfied that he was seeing his daughter’s bra clad breasts, with a quick lift of his index finger, he lifted her bra up and over her breasts to reveal her big, naked tits. Her father stared at her tits with the same level of sexual excitement that she showed being so exposed to her father.

Enraged before, the sight of her naked breasts temporarily stopped him from continuing to strip her naked. As if he had never seen tits before, he stared at his daughters, shapely, C cup breasts. Then, without even unzipping the back of her dress, he reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress with two hands, and pulled her prom dress up and over her head. With her dress covering her face, Liz struggled to free herself from her dress while her father felt her exposed breasts and fingered her big nipples. Then, in one hard, quick yank, he pulled her dress, along with her bra, completely off. He had stripped his daughter naked but for her panties.

Seemingly more sexually excited than she was embarrassed, Liz stood before her father topless and only in her sheer panties. Any other woman would have been embarrassed that she was standing in front of her father topless. Any other woman would have been sick to her stomach that her father was staring at her tits in a sexual way. Any other woman would have covered her naked breasts with her hands and with her forearms. Only, after being slapped across her face and nearly stripped naked, Liz was too sexually excited to be embarrassed.

Her nipples were erect and her pussy was moist with the sexuality of the situation. Being so forcibly manhandled pushed all of her sexual buttons. Being that it was her father slapping her before stripping her nearly naked made her wetter now than she was when making out with her prom date. Even after her prom date fingered her pussy before eating her pussy, she wasn’t as wet as she was now. As if her father had pushed her sexual arousal button by slapping her before stripping off her clothes, she was ready and willing to have sex with her Dad.

Surprising even herself, never thinking of her father as a sexual being before, how could she even ponder the thought of having sex with her father now? Why would she have sex with her father? It’s one thing for a father to want to have sex with his daughter but it was quite another thing for a daughter to not only have sex with her father but also want to have sex with her father. Crossing the line in a giant leap, they were already way over what was sexually appropriate between a father and his daughter.

A father would never strip his daughter nearly naked. A father would never stare at his daughter’s topless body. With her dress over her head and her arms stuck helplessly in the air, a father would never take advantage by feeling his daughter’s breasts while fingering her nipples. Yet, he did.

He touched her breasts. He felt her breasts. He fondled her breasts while fingering her nipples. The more he touched and felt her the more sexually excited she became.

With her not making any move to conceal her breasts from her father’s laser like stare, unembarrassed, unashamed, and immorally, immodest, she defiantly stood before her father with her arms by her sides. Yet, with her not wanting to make herself look any more like a whore, she was just waiting for him to make the first move. She was waiting for him to touch her, feel her, fondle her, grope her again in the way he just did when he felt her breasts and fingered her nipples when her dress was over her head.

For sure, something she thought she’d never do, she’d be in more trouble if she misread her father’s intensions as sexual and solicited her own father for sex. Then, if she made the first sexual move and was wrong in her assessment that he sexually wanted her as much as she now sexually wanted him, all of the blame, guilt, and remorse would be on her. Biding her time to make her sexual move, as if standing there topless wasn’t enough, this was uncharted ground and forbidden territory.

Something so taboo, this was forbidden. This was inappropriate, incestuous, sexual behavior. Yet, now that she was stripped topless, she was just as sexually excited as obviously was her father. As if she was Eve tempting Adam in the Garden of Eden by standing there topless, perhaps she was pushing her luck in sexually and defiantly teasing her father. For sure, in the way that this was sexually progressing as her father’s lover, she wouldn’t be a virgin for long.

* * * * *

“I sucked his cock Daddy and he ate my pussy but we didn’t have sexual intercourse,” she said baiting the bull by telling her father what he obviously wanted to hear.

He seemed nervously uncomfortable with the knowledge that his daughter sucked the prick of her prom date and that her prom date ate her pussy. Even if they didn’t have sexual intercourse, in his book, they had sex. In his book, even though she’s still technically a virgin, having a cock buried in her mouth and a finger and tongue impaling her pussy, his daughter was no longer innocent.

“You sucked his cock? You blew him?”

Seemingly he had to repeat his question twice in two different ways for him to comprehend that his daughter is a cocksucker. Now more confident in her sexual assessment of her father that he wants to have sex with her, she gave him a sexy grin.

“Yes, Daddy, I sucked his prick,” she said proud that she had her prom date’s dick in her mouth. “I’m still a virgin. We didn’t have sexual intercourse,” she said lifting her chin high with some semblance of pride.

Looking as if he was going to slap her again, her father looked at her with rage.

“Still a virgin? Technically you may be a virgin but you’re no longer innocent,” he said looking at his daughter with disgrace. He looked at his daughter as if he was ready to push her out of his house in just her panties. “If you are anything, what you are is a slut and a whore,” said her father.

Only, as soon as he called his daughter a slut and a whore, seemingly sexually excited by his descriptive words, his rage softened. His attitude morphed more as sexual excitement than as anger. Continuing to stare at his daughter’s exposed breasts, she made no attempt to cover her nakedness from her father’s focused stare.

“No matter if you call me a slut, a whore, or no longer think that I’m innocent, the truth of the matter is that, I blew him,” she said looking her father in the eye while shrugging her naked shoulder. “So what? It was just a blowjob.”

He looked at her as if he was jealous that she blew her prom date instead of him. He stared at her pretty face before concentrating his focus on her naked breasts. Then, as if they were having sexy, pillow talk, he asked his daughter sexual questions that a father should never ask his daughter and a daughter should never answer her father.

“Tell me and don’t lie to me. Did you have an orgasm when he was fingering you and eating you?”

As if adjusting his cock, her father touched the head of his engorged prick through his pants and Liz stared down at her father’s fingers touching himself where she’d like to touch him.

“Yes,” she said swooning at the thought of her date eating her pussy and now swooning at the thought of giving her father a hand job, maybe even a blowjob.

Pussy for cock, allowing him to take her virginity, she’d let him fuck her if he wanted. Seemingly mesmerized by his daughter’s cunt, he stared down at the bulging mound her pussy made in her panty. Clearly, he could see enough through her sheer panty that he could see her camel toe and her pussy slit. Looking as if he wanted to tear off her panties, push her to the floor, and fall between her legs, her father looked as if he wanted to finger his daughter before licking his daughter. Her father looked as if he suddenly wanted to fuck her.

“I can’t believe you sucked your prom date’s cock.” As if she was his cheating wife instead of his virginal daughter and as if he was her outraged husband instead of her loving father, her Dad looked at her with possessiveness and jealousy. “I can’t believe you blew him.”

Dissipating as quickly as it came, suddenly, with him continuingly staring at her naked breasts, his rage and possessiveness were replaced by sexual excitement.

“Believe it,” she said taking in a big breath of air and puffing out her naked chest to make her breasts appear even bigger and more temptingly appealing to the horny, incest filled eyes of her father.

Liz was proud that she had bigger tits than her mother. Her breasts were just as big as her sister’s big breasts. Now in the way that her father was staring at her naked tits, she wondered if her father has seen her sister’s naked tits.

“Oh, my God,” he said unable to hide his incestuous, sexual excitement for his daughter. “You’re such a whore.”

Liz knew she had her father right where she wanted him. Without even sexually touching him with her hand and/or her mouth, she was sexually controlling him with her words. Continuing the teasing, sexual torture of her Dad, she laid it on even thicker.

“While he felt my tits and fingered my nipples, I sucked his cock, Daddy,” she said.

Looking down at her naked breasts, she reached up her hands to feel her tits and finger her nipples. Seemingly wishing her hands was his hands, as if she was a stripper performing a live sex act on stage, her father watched her touching her big tits and fingering her hard nipples.

“With you having quite the rack, he must have loved feeling your big tits,” said her father still staring at her tits as if he was a pervert instead of her father. “You have beautiful beasts,” he said using his compliment as his reason to continue staring at his daughter’s tits.

As if offering her breasts to her father, she lifted the both of them in her hands. Then, she pulled her nipples, while turning and twisting her nipples.

“He loved my big tits, Daddy,” she said lifting one breast to her mouth to suck her own nipple before lifting her other breast to her mouth to suck that nipple too. “While he felt my tits and fingered my nipples, I stroked his cock before sucking his prick.”

Totally, sexually aroused by his daughter not only fingering her nipples but also sucking her own nipples, he looked at her at her as if he was looking at a whore he met in a bar or a prostitute he saw on the street.

“Tell me the truth and be honest. Don’t lie to me,” he said staring at his daughter’s mouth as if he wanted to stick his cock between her lips. Obviously sexually excited, her father shivered with the sexual anticipation of her answer. “Did he cum in your mouth?”

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