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David’s Massage part 2

A week had gone by since he last saw her but David couldn’t stop thinking about Atchira. He was starting to feel tense again and he decided that he needed to see her. He pulled out his phone and her card and sent a text to the number. “Hey Atchira it’s David I’m feeling very stressed out and I need your help to get a release again.” A few minutes later his phone vibrated with a message “Of course David I think I know just what you need. It’s hot yoga day tomorrow and I think that that’s just the thing you need :). Come by my house tomorrow at 1:00 and I’ll take care of you.”
David didn’t need to get asked twice and the next day he was at Atchira’s door ringing the doorbell. Atchira answered the door wearing a white t shirt that showed her 36 Cs held inside a black bra, and a pair of tight black yoga pants. She smiled and gave David a hug and welcomed him in. She lead him into the living room and said “okay now it will be the same charge as last time so if you can get that out while I go and get our matts then we’ll start.” David reached into his wallet to get Atchira her money and as she walked out of the room David got a view of her perfect tight ass. “God bless the man who invented yoga pants” David thought to himself.
Atchira returned with two yoga matts and laid them out on the floor. She turned to David and said “let’s start with child’s pose.” David had been to yoga before she he knew some of the basic moves. Atchira had put her matt in front of David’s so as she laid down David got a better view of her ass. With an impressive thrust Atchira went from her knees onto her feet and was bent at the waist holding her ankles with her hands. With her head between her legs she looked back at David and said “do you like what you see?” David was getting very hard and said “you are so beautiful Atchira.” Atchira smiled and slowly pulled her chest back up.
She then told David that they were going to breathe in and reach for the sky. As David breathed in and reached up his 8 inch cock which was now fully erect was sticking through the top of his shorts. Atchira noticed it and her eyes gleamed and she licked her lips. David breathed in and as he reached up Atchira grabbed his shorts, ripped them down, and dove onto his cock like it would save her life. She grasped the back of his hips and proceeded to suck him with no hands. She was trying very hard to take him all in but his member was just too long. She went as deep as she could gagged, and then took him out of her mouth to spit on the head, and jerk him to make sure he was well lubed. “Holy fuck your cock is big! I love it.”
David smiled know that this small beautiful woman loved sucking his cock. Atchira got David to get down on his knees. She then laid down on her stomach and continued to deep throat with him occasionally taking him out in order to jerk him with both hands. David could feel the cum in his balls start to get ready and he knew he would cum soon if Atchira kept this up. So David pulled his cock out of Atchira’s mouth with a loud pop and stood up. Atchira looked up with a pout face and said “awwe I was enjoying your cock.”
David put his hands under her arm pits and stood her up. He then quickly spun her around and spanked her. Atchira jumped and gave out a quick “ooooh.” David nelt down and pulled her pants down just below her ass and began to lick her clit. She was already getting wet and his tongue was only pushing her closer Sucked up her cum as her hips shook and she moaned in ecstasy. Once her orgasm was finished David stood up spanked her again and said “hmm you know…you still have clothes on.” Atchira put her hands on her hips and said “well I’m just going to have to take them off for you.” With that Atchira grasped the v of her tshirt and ripped it down the center to reveal her 36C tits. David looked at her beautiful tits and said “alright let them free” “mmmm do I want to?” “I want you to” “oh…(Laugh) what do I get for letting them free?” “you’re going to find out in about two seconds.”
Atchira took off her bra and within seconds David had her lying down on the matt and had his dick between her tits. Atchira pushed them together as David began thrusting his dick in between her tits. Atchira loved the sensation and cupped David’s balls as he continued to tit fuck her. “Mmmm what do you have there Atchira?” “Mmmm you’re balls.” “yeah do you know what’s in those balls?” “Mmmm some warm sweet cum.” “Yeah you want some cum Atchira?” “Yes I want a moutful of your warm sweet cum. Give me that fucking cum baby. This girl is hungry feed me that cum!” David grasped his dick and began to jerk Atchira grasped his balls and took his head into her mouth. Atchira licked his sensitive head with her tongue and it sent him over the edge. His balls tightened and his dick shook as his first shot hit the back of Atchira’s throat. Atchira continued to suck and jerk as shot after shot came into her mouth. With each shot David convulsed and continued until his cock stopped cumming. Atchira didn’t stop and continued to suck any more cum that could come out out of David’s penis. “Mmmm show me” David said. Atchira opened her mouth so David could see her mouthful of cum. Atchira swirled it around with her tongue, gargled it, then swallowed. “Mmmmm I love the taste of your cum.”
“Wow are you satisfied Atchira?” “Mmm no I want more.” “You want some more cum?” “Yes baby.” “Alright keep sucking me, I’ll get hard again, I’ll fuck that sweet pussy, and then I’ll give you another load how does that sound?” Atchira sucked, tit fucked, and jerked David back to his full girth and then suggested the bedroom to David as a better place to fuck. David carried her there and then tried something new. He put her back against the wall and started pounding into her. Atchira was moaning in ecstasy and started digging her finger nails into David’s back “Yeah fuck me harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder, yeah FUCK ME! Oh I’m cumming all over your dick!”
“I need to ride you, lie down on the bed.” David did as he was told and Atchira began bouncing on his dick. This woman loved his cock and David loved filling her beautiful pussy with his manhood. As David felt her getting close to orgasm he grabbed her waist, held her up, and began pounding her pussy. Atchira put her hands behind her head and just let David send her over the edge.
As soon as her SECOND orgasm had finished she rubbed David’s chest and asked “mmmm there’s one more thing I want you to do baby. Can you handle it?” David nodded. “Yeah, okay.” Atchira got down on her back and showed her flexibility by putting her legs behind her head. “Now I can see it go in.” David rubbed the head in between her pussy lips then shoved his cock deep into her pussy. Atchira flung her head back and pushed back on his chest as he put too much of his cock into her pussy. David could feel her vaginal walls tighten and attempt to accommodate all of his girth. David placed his hands on either side of Atchira and began to thrust. Slowly at first, with long deep thrusts. Then he drove it home by increasing his speed. “AAAAH! I…always…wanted…a big one…like this!.. cum for me baby I want it all over my face!” David pulled out, Atchira rolled forward, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth just as David’s second powerful orgasm came shooting out of his cock. Even though he had cum before David’s second orgasm was more than enough to cover Atchira’s face in cum. He aimed his first two shots too go right down Atchira’s throat and then blew the rest of his seed onto her face.
Atchira sucked out some more and then kissed his very sensitive head. “wow! Next time you’re going to have to cum three times.” Atchira got up and walked to the bathroom to get cleaned up. David sank into the bed and closed his eyes. Any other encounters with Atchira would certainly be…an adventure.
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A TREAT FOR HER VOYEUR

A TREAT FOR HER VOYEUR
This is my first post to XNXX. I have enjoyed reading many of the stories posted by others, especially the true stories. I’ve been thinking for some time about writing about a few of the sexual experiences involving my wife and me. I don’t profess to be a good writer. I realize that some readers might be critical of both my writing ability and the content, and justifiably so. But as I approach age 60, I find myself reminiscing more and more about the past with an increasing urge to tell someone about some of the sexually fun times. I hope that at least a few readers will get some degree of entertainment out of reading my ramblings.
My wife Julie and I have been married nearly 38 years. We got married our junior year of college when we were both 21. Julie and I have had a long successful marriage due in no small part to our sexual compatibility and our willingness to spice things up now and then. Our sexual compatibility stems from the fact that I am a little dominant and a bit of a voyeur and Julie is a little submissive and a bit of an exhibitionist. I think that we have been that way from the very beginning, and how we have made the most of it has evolved over time resulting in some fond memories.
From the beginning Julie liked to tease and draw the attention of men. It never failed to excite both of us, when she succeeded in nonchalantly allowing men to get a glimpse up her skirt, dress, or the legs of her shorts, and down her tops. The challenge was for her to let men get peeks at her treasures without them knowing that she was letting them. Julie was really a “good girl”, and she didn’t want anyone who knew us to think otherwise. But at times, especially after a few drinks and some attention from other men, she would loose her inhibitions and her strong sexual desires would take control.
I first discovered Julie’s propensity for teasing, quite soon after we started dating. I also quickly learned the difference between flirting and teasing. Julie would flirt with me and she would tease others, especially my college roommate, who was 9 years old than us. She liked him and he was crazy about her. Our interactions with him went a lot further than him just getting a glimpse of her firm creamy legs, breasts and pussy now and then, but that will be the topic of another story if anyone is interested. I want to talk here about a next door neighbor of ours that we met about a year after J and I got married.
Julie is 5’6” and when we were in college, she weighed about 114 lbs. She was a “girl next door” type with great legs, ass, and great nipples to go with her b-cup sized breasts. If any discreet person would like to see what she looked like, just message me with your ASL and email address. There won’t be any totally revealing pictures of her from back then though. Those came later. There were no digital cameras back in the early and mid 1970s. We did however have a video camera that made little three minute film tapes that had to be watched on a movie projector, that I am in process of converting to .mpg files.
Julie and I stayed in an apartment near campus our first year of marriage. We had to leave when the University took over the property. We then rented a small two bedroom frame house in January, 1974. The house was at the end of a circle about three blocks from the main road. Julie and I came from modest families and we were just getting by through school because of work, school loans, my scholarship, and a monthly ROTC allowance. As a result, we had to find inexpensive housing. The house to the right of us on the circle was vacant and not habitable. An old gentleman was renting the house to the left of ours. Our house was separated from his by a small gravel driveway.
Julie and I used the bedroom at the back of the house which had a window facing north, in the direction of the old man’s house, and a window facing east, out to the backyard. The bathroom was next to the bedroom and also had a window facing east to the backyard. We consciously kept the blinds closed on the window facing the old gentleman’s house, but didn’t pay much attention to the blinds on the bedroom and bathroom windows facing the backyard. We had a small backyard which was bordered on the back and south side by a large undeveloped wooded area, dense with trees, bushes and bramble. There were no houses or any development behind our house.
Julie and I were young and perhaps na?, so we didn’t think about someone going into our back yard and looking through the back window. The year was 1974, and one just didn’t hear about voyeurs peeking into windows back then, especially in a conservative southeastern U.S. college town. At times the blinds might be closed, opened, partially opened or pulled all the way up. We really paid not attention to them. The bathroom window was much higher than the bedroom windows and no one could see into it anyway.
We met our old gentlemanly neighbor the first day that we moved in. He offered to help. He was a 67 year old widower and living on social security. He seemed ancient to Julie and I, who were only 22 at the time, not so ancient now that that I am near 60. I say gentlemanly, because he was. He was really nice, lonely, but nice. We had compassion for him because he had lost his wife some five years before and was lonely. It wasn’t long before the old gentleman was coming over to talk, play cards and board games, etc.. We got to know him pretty well. As far as we were concerned, the old gentleman was just a nice lonely old man who needed some company. Having said this, the old guy appeared to be in good health, and the fact that Julie was a young college coed with a good figure and great legs didn’t escape his attention. It was not hard, especially after he had a few beers, to catch him eyeing Julie and checking her out. This was especially true if she was wearing short shorts, which she often did.
Our opinion of the old gentleman changed a little about three months after we moved in. Julie and I were both in school and I worked in the hardware department of a retail chain store part time after classes. I usually got home about 10:00 o’clock P.M. I came home early one evening. It was dark and I was getting groceries out of the trunk when I heard some noise on the gravel driveway. I looked over the raised trunk lid to see our old neighbor scooting across the driveway from our backyard to his. I wondered what he had been up to. I set the groceries on the front steps and went around the other side of the house to our backyard. When I looked along the back of the house, I could see the light from our back bedroom illuminating the ground. I walked over to the window and looked in. The blinds were partially opened and I could clearly see Julie on the bed.
Julie was reclined propped up against a pillow and the headboard of the bed. She had her knees pulled up supporting a book that she was reading. She was wearing a night gown that because of her position was gathered up and not covering her legs. Her knees were together but I could see all of her legs and a nice outline of her panty covered crotch. A great “camel toe” was clearly visible. If indeed our old neighbor had been standing where I was standing, he got a good clear view of a whole lot of Julie. Heck, the view was so hot and arousing, that I was tempted to jerk off right there on the spot.
I went back to the front of the house, gathered the groceries and went inside. I was trying to decide whether to tell Julie about our little old neighbor, and elected not to until I was certain. After all, it would have been terrible to tell Julie that our neighbor was spying on her if he wasn’t. As it was though, I was so horny that I tore my clothes off, jumped on the bed and fucked Julie like I was a teenager. She didn’t know what had gotten into me, but she wasn’t complaining. I wondered all the while if our neighbor had come back and was watching. If he did, he was treated to a good show.
The next morning without raising too much suspicion, I found out that Julie had a predictable routine at night. She usually got a bath or shower between 8:30 P.M and 9:00 P.M. She then went to bed and read or watched television while she waited for me to get home. I decided that I would find a way to leave work and get home before 8:30 and see if I could catch the old gentleman in the act..
I left work early and got home at 8:00 P.M. I parked my car down the street out of view from our houses. I walked up the street and worked my way into the woods behind our backyard. I got in position so that I could see both the back of our house and our neighbor’s house. Approximately, 15 minutes later, I saw our old neighbor walk out his back door and go to the old dilapidated garage at the end of the driveway. Once he got there, he was hidden from my view by the garage. About 20 minutes later, the light in our bedroom came on. When the light came on, the old guy scurried to our window and started looking in,
I could see that the blinds were down but the slats were opened enough for him to see inside. I was only about 75 feet away, but I couldn’t see clearly through the blinds. I could see Julie’s form moving around but I couldn’t tell her state of dress. I remember wishing that I had a pair of binoculars. But the old pervert was definitely in position to see what she was or wasn’t wearing.
After a few minutes the bathroom light came on and the old guy moved away from the window and went back to the garage. I started to leave but knew that I couldn’t without the old guy hearing me. I had to wait until I saw him go back into his house. About ten minutes passed and I saw the guy go back to the bedroom window. Shortly after that, the bathroom light went off and Julie was back in the bedroom. Again I could see Julie’s form through the bedroom window. I believed that she was completely naked and appeared to be drying with a towel. She also walked to the dresser and I figured that she was pulling out her bedtime clothes. Any doubt about her being naked was erased when I saw that the old guy had pulled his cock out and was jerking off. I couldn’t see his cock, but I could tell by the movement of his right arm that he was stroking away.
It was a huge turn-on for me to watch him jerking off while he looked at my wife. I only wished that I could see what he was seeing. Then the ceiling light went off. The lamp by the head of the bed was still on. I knew that Julie was in the bed either reading or watching television, or both. I didn’t know if she was still naked or not. Whether dressed, undressed or somewhere in between, didn’t appear to matter to the old guy because he just kept stroking away. The view must have been pretty good, because the old guy was not in any hurry to finish and leave. I sensed that he would get close to cumming and then stop. Finally, perhaps because he knew it was getting close to the time for me to come home, he finished and shot his load. He pulled out a handkerchief or paper towel, wiped his cock, put it back in his pants, and sneaked back into his house.
On the way back to my car, I went into the backyard and peaked through our window. Julie was sitting there much as she was the night before, reading a book with legs exposed and panties visible. I returned to my car, pulled up into the driveway and went inside.
I knew that I was going to have to tell Julie about what our neighbor was up to, but before I did, I wanted to find out what he had seen. After repeatedly asking me why I wanted to know; Julie told me that she undressed in the bedroom, took a bath, and then returned to the bedroom and dressed for bed. I knew then that the neighbor had seen her completely nude in the bedroom just before and after her bath.
Trying my best not to alarm her, I told Julie about our neighbor looking at her and why I knew. She was understandably upset and immediately went to the window, looked out, and then closed the blinds. We discussed it on into the night and I left the decision up as to what if anything that we would do. I told her that if she wanted, I would confront the old guy and tell him that we would have him arrested if he did it again. I wasn’t in favor of just calling the police without confronting the guy and giving him a chance to stop. On the other end of the spectrum was the option of not doing anything. If we didn’t do anything, then Julie could control whether the guy ever looked at her again by simply closing the blinds. I felt sure that the guy was harmless and just getting his rocks off at J’s expense. I wasn’t concerned about him being dangerous or breaking into the house and raping Julie or anything like that. It was just a matter of whether Julie wanted him to stop watching her. Of course, I wasn’t Julie though, and what mattered was what she thought. We fell asleep with the understanding that I would confront the guy and put an end to it.
When we woke the next morning, Julie had calmed down and we talked about it some more. I told her that I couldn’t blame the guy for wanting to see her naked and that he should be flattered that she was so desirable to him, so much so that he couldn’t resist jerking off while he looked at her. I painted the picture of him just being a lonely old man who got off looking at her hot body, which was true. Julie let me know that she wasn’t scared of him or worried about him being violent. She just felt violated. I didn’t sense that Julie minded so much that the old geezer had seen her naked, but that he had done it under circumstances that had violated her privacy. I told her that I would do anything that she wanted me to do about him, but now that she knew; it could be something that we could use to our advantage. If we stopped him it would be over. But if we didn’t say anything to him, the option of letting him see her under her conditions would still be opened. After all, all she had to do to keep him from seeing her was to close the blinds. If she was in the mood to allow it, she could enjoy it under her terms. She would be in control and decide if, when, and how much he would see. Julie decided to think about it.
We didn’t talk much about our neighbor for several days, and Julie didn’t have me say anything to him. Finally, she said that she would let him watch her again, but she wanted me to be home when it happened. I told her that posed a problem because he would always leave before I got home. But where there is a will there is a way. J and I planned an evening for me to come home early without the guy knowing that I was there.
In preparation, we adjusted the blinds until we had them in position for maximum visibility without being too obvious. We pulled the blinds down leaving about six inches of space at the bottom, and the slats were almost completely opened. We knew that the old guy could clearly see Julie through the blinds. In addition, he could squat down and see under the blinds with no obstruction whatsoever. Had it not been April and chilly outside, we would have opened the window. But that would have been too out of place on a cool evening and would have to wait until warmer days. As it was, I even cleaned the window to enhance his view.
We planned for Julie to follow her normal routine with some exciting changes. First of all, after undressing and before she took her bath, she was to tidy things up in the room, put things in the closet, etc. She was to do things that would cause her to walk around the room nonchalantly while completely nude. She would have the television on and at times pause to watch it. We planned to make sure that the old guy got to see every inch of her from every angle, and at times, close to the window. Secondly, after she got her bath, Julie was to stay undressed and get an erotic story magazine out of the night stand, and start reading it. Hopefully, she would have an overwhelming desire to masturbate in front of the guy. I felt sure that she would, but it was certainly left up to her. To help insure that she would, Julie agreed to have a couple of drinks before I got home. Julie has never been able to tolerate alcohol well. She really looses her inhibitions after only a couple of drinks.
Some of you reading this might not fully appreciate the planning and preparation. Some might even think that J and I were crazy. But the planning and the anticipation were a large part of the excitement. There are times for spontaneity, but there are also times when the planning and anticipation is as arousing and exciting as the event, if not more so. It certainly extends the enjoyment. After all, our brains are our biggest sex organ. I know that on the day of the planned event, I couldn’t keep my mind on classes or work. I didn’t think that evening would ever come. I later found out that Julie felt the same way.
The time finally came and I parked my car down the street and sneaked into the house about 8:00 o’clock P.M. I found Julie, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply. I could tell that she had indeed had something to drink. I could taste and smell just a hint of the alcohol. I asked her how many and she told me two drinks, as we had talked about. I asked if she wanted another and she said that two was quite enough. She said that she didn’t want to get drunk. With that, I sneaked her into the other bedroom and we started making out with her. It didn’t take long for me to feel how wet she was. I teased her and played with her but wouldn’t let her climax. By 8:30, she was ripe and ready to get started.
Julie went into the bedroom and turned on the ceiling light, illuminating the entire room and then turned on the television. The television was on top of the base of a mirrored dresser on the south wall of the room and only about five feet from the window. She didn’t undress immediately to give me time to see if our anticipated onlooker was watching. I didn’t want to miss her undressing. I went out the front door around the far corner and peaked around into the backyard. The old guy was predicable. He was there waiting and watching.
I went back in the house and stayed out of sight of the window. Without Julie giving any indication to our visitor that I was there; I nodded and let her know that the old guy was watching her. I watched her from the hallway.
The bedroom was small, only about 10’ x 10’ or perhaps 10’ x 12’. There was no part of the bedroom that could not be seen clearly from the back window. Anyone in the room could never be more than 10 or 12 feet from the window. Julie stood at the right corner of the foot of the bed about 7 feet from the window. The other corner of the bed was less than two feet from the window and just to the left. There was only room between the bed and the back wall to allow one to squeeze by to change the bedding. To put it in perspective, if the window was opened, one could reach in and touch the foot of the bed.
Julie was turned toward the television and the window. The old guy had a full clear frontal view of her. While pretending to be interested in the television, Julie pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it to her left near the middle of the bed. She then reached around, unsnapped her bra, took it off, and tossed it on the bed closer to the foot of the bed and the window. She began to massage her breasts to make them feel better after just having been released from the confines of her bra. Then she lowered her shorts and panties down and stepped out of them. She was completely nude and fully exposed for our onlooker. I then expected Julie to move nonchalantly around the room, perhaps go to the closet. But she had other plans.
She started looking at herself in the part of the mirror that was not blocked by the small television. She turned her front toward the window, but kept her head turned to her right, looking into the mirror. She arched her shoulders back and pushed her breasts forward and massaged them. Then she started running her hands along her body, turning in every direction. She was inspecting and admiring her body in the mirror as the old guy looked on and admired it from outside the window. She moved and turned in front of the mirror letting him see every inch and curve of her from every angle. Then she turned facing the mirror and opened her legs. She slid her hand down to her pussy and started rubbing it slowly, sliding a finger between her labia and teasing her clit. I almost lost my load when she did that. I was hoping that she would masturbate in front of the guy, but I was surprised that she wasn’t waiting until after her bath. Then I was again surprised when she stopped rubbing her pussy after less than a minute. She turned toward me and slipped her finger glistening with her juices into her mouth. She pulled it out slowly and winked at me. I thought she was just letting me know that she knew that she had done a good job and that she was enjoying it. I soon found out though that the wink meant to watch, because she had a surprise for me.
Instead of leaving the room, Julie walked over to the night stand next to the head of the bed and took out the erotic magazine that we had placed there. The magazine was mostly erotic stories which turned Julie on more than pictures; but there were enough pictures for the guy to see that it was porn. She looked through the pages and then laid the magazine on the bed, opened to a page. Then she walked back to the foot of the bed and pulled open a dresser drawer. She pulled out a long white plastic vibrator and turned it on.
FUCK ME! I had never seen the vibrator before. I had no clue where it came from. Man oh man! That gal was full of surprises. She quickly turned it off and tossed it on the bed. Then she started gathering her clothes. She first picked up her shorts and panties from the floor. Then she went to the corner of the bed closest to the window and bent over and gathered her shirt and bra. Her ass and pussy was almost touching against the window. If the window had been opened, the old guy could have easily reached in and pushed his finger(s) up in her.
Then Julie walked toward me with a broad smile on her face. When she got into the hall with me and out of sight of the guy, Julie asked, “You Okay?”
I was almost speechless, but I didn’t need to say much. My erection jutting out in front of me spoke volumes.
Julie grabbed my cock and said, “I want you to fuck me!”
I asked, “You through with the guy?”
She just said, “Fuck me now, pleeeeeaasssse?” and leaned over placing her hands on the wall.
I lined my cock up behind her and easily pushed into her. She was wet, wet, wet. She insisted that I fuck her fast and hard, and I did. I knew that I wasn’t going to last long, and I didn’t. Fortunately, Julie didn’t either. I heard her muffle a scream and felt her open up. I let go and flooded her pussy with cum. God it was intense. I didn’t think that I would ever stop cumming. Julie was ready to keep going but I was spent. Back then in my youth, I could normally keep an erection after the first time, but not that night. The climax was so intense that my cock went soft and I slipped out of her. Whew, it was great!
I pulled my pants up and made a move to go get my car. She asked where I was going and I told her to get the car. She let me know quickly that she was not finished yet. I told her that the guy was probably gone. She said that she didn’t think so, not with the magazine and vibrator lying on the bed. She had a good point. Smart girl! Then I asked her where in the hell did the vibrator come from. She said that she knew how to make plans too.
Then she said that she wanted another drink and went into the kitchen and made one. When she came back with it, she said, “You may want to find you a chair”, and went back into the bedroom. Damn, I love that gal.
Julie went back into the room, set her drink on the night stand, got into her normal reading position leaning back with her knees together and up supporting the magazine. This time though, she was completely naked, reading porn, and knew that she had an admirer watching, (two including me). And this time, there was no panty covered camel toe. It was her exposed pussy peaking out between her thighs.
I wondered though if Julie was right about the guy still watching. Had the sight of the magazine and vibrator on the bed caused him to hang around?. Surely he was still there waiting to see what would happen with the vibrator? I had to be sure, so I let J know that I was going to check on him. As it turned out, Julie was right as she usually is. He was there. I went back inside and took Julie’s advice. I found me a chair and settled in for the show.
Julie did not disappoint. She lifted the magazine up and spread her legs. She had a full perfectly shaped dark bush. Shaven pussy was not in vogue in the 1970s. Though she was just 22, Julie was all woman, fertile and in her prime. She reached down between her legs and teased her mound, pussy, and clit, sliding her finger along the slit, and parting her labia. She was turned enough so the old guy had a direct clear view of her pussy. The only interruption in the action was when Julie had to turn the pages of the magazine. Eventually, she lay the magazine aside and put both hands between her legs.
She opened her legs wide and slid her hands slowing up and down the inside of her firm creamy thighs, spreading them wide, driving me and no doubt her voyeur, wild crazy with desire to have her. Finally, she found her pussy again. She spread her labia and inserted first one and then two fingers into her pussy. She arched her hips upward faster and faster until she was humping against her hand and fingers while she fucked herself. She came hard and lifted her head up so that we could see her face as she did. Her eyes were rolled up into the top of her head and she clamped her thighs against her hand while she rode the wave. After recovering, she got her vibrator and put it to use, first vibrating against her clit and then inside her vagina. She fucked herself with it, climaxing repeatedly. She was insatiable. It would not have surprised me if she had forgotten all about her onlooker and myself watching. But she didn’t.
Near the end, she got on her knees with her ass facing the window. She took the vibrator, reached between her legs and pushed it in. She started fucking herself with the vibrator with her ass and pussy only a few feet from the window. Lubrication was not a problem. Throughout all of it I could hear how wet she was. She not only had her juices flowing, but she still had some of my cum that I had deposited in her earlier.
Finally, she was finished. I lost count of how many orgasms she had. Once she starts cumming, she can’t stop. I counted 26 times within 40 minutes in one of the videos that I made of her later when she was in her 30s. She collapsed onto her stomach with her legs and ass facing toward the window. The vibrator was implanted and humming away in her pussy. She finally reached back turned the vibrator off and slowly pulled it out. She rose up on her knees and elbows with her ass and exposed pussy still facing the window. She was motionless as if catching her breath. Then she rolled over and scooted toward the window and the corner of the bed, grabbing her vibrator as she did.
After reaching the end of the bed, J stood up, reached over and got some tissue from the top of the dresser. Then she sat down at the foot of the bed, only a couple of feet from the window. Her legs were parted giving her onlooker one last good look at her wet pussy while she wiped the vibrator with the tissue. Then she spread her legs even wider directly in front of the window, and wiped her pussy with the tissue.
Julie came into the hall, a bit weak with exhaustion, but asked again if I was Okay with what had happened. Again, I was almost speechless. I opened my hand to reveal a spent cock and a hand full of cum. I planted kisses on her and thanked her for everything. She smiled and said that she was going to soak in the tub.
I sneaked out the front door and checked to see if the old guy was still around. I hoped that he wasn’t lying on the ground with a heart attack. Not to worry though. I spotted him just as he was about to open his back door. I then went and got my car.
Later, Julie and I lay cuddled together in the bed, talking about what had happened and what it would be like the next time the old guy came over for a normal visit. I knew that it wouldn’t be the same. Julie and I would be thinking about him having seen all that he had seen. He would be thinking about Julie naked, perhaps smug in the knowledge that he knew full well what she looked like under her clothing. But he wouldn’t know that we knew. I wondered if there would be sexual tension in the air as we sat around playing cards, or whatever, and making casual conversation. I wondered about what the immediate future had in store. Would things continue as they were? Would Julie put and end to everything? Would Julie allow him to do more than just watch her? I certainly had no way of knowing at the time. But, I felt sure about one thing, and that was that I had married one hell of great sex partner.

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Billy’s College Bitch Boy

Billy’s College Bitch Boy
By Jimmy Seay
Text Copyright © 2012 Jimmy Seay
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Billy needed a new bitch boy. He didn’t just want a new bitch boy, in his mind he absolutely needed one. The 18 year old was away at college now, his dick crazy step brother wasn’t around to service his needs. He was used to climaxing two or three times a day at the least. College wasn’t going to interfere with that important fact.
He was a handsome dark haired young man. He had an almost smoldering sex appeal. Most girls found him extremely attractive, however, the feeling wasn’t mutual for Billy. Since the age of 13, he had realized that it was other boys that made his meat bone up.
Billy wasn’t attracted to just any boy, just certain ones. He liked them around his own size and build. He liked them sexy and handsome to the point of being almost pretty. He also liked the straight boy type. He didn’t care for flaming sissy boys.
He had already discovered a couple of campus men’s rooms tucked out of the way equipped with glory holes and decorated with graffiti and crude art work. That wasn’t Billy’s style, he didn’t like sticking his dick thru a hole in a stall wall and he’d never liked the bad odors of public restrooms. No, he needed something better than a bathroom stall. He preferred direct contact with no wall in the way.
Yes, Billy needed a new bitch boy. He didn’t foresee a problem finding one. He had only been at college for a few days but had already found the perfect candidate. His dorm mate, Tucker, was a pretty boy. Not only did Tucker have a pretty face, the guy had a slim and extremely defined body. Yeah, his new room mate would be perfect. Since they lived and slept in the same room, Tucker would always be around when Billy needed to get off.
Billy figured Tucker for a straight boy. He wasn’t going to let that interfere with anything, his step brother had been straight at first. It hadn’t taken long to convert him into a cock hungry boy bitch.
Billy really didn’t see any need to play games, he’d just come out and tell Tucker. He grinned when he thought about Tucker’s reaction to learning that he was about to become a boy bitch. He knew Tucker would try to play it off, then perhaps try and stud up.
Billy knew he’d have his way. Tucker was a great looking dude but a little bit on the weak side. He’d make a good boy bitch once he was broken in. The dude had a pretty face and a slim body that didn’t quit. Billy could picture those long hairy legs wrapped around him as he dicked that tight ass. He grinned, secure with the knowledge that tonight he’d be inside of his room mate’s straight virgin ass.
He waited patiently for Tucker to return to the room. When Tucker finally got back from classes, Billy was at the computer surfing the web. “Come here dude.” Billy didn’t ask, he ordered.
Tucker stared at the picture Billy had up on the computer screen. “Whoa! Dude! That is sick!” He shuddered and blushed.
The image on the screen was of a young man sucking another young man’s dick. Remarkably the coupled pair resembled Billy and Tucker.
“He looks like you dude,” Billy said, “He’s got pretty dick sucking lips just like yours. He looks enough like you to be a brother or maybe cousin. I hear cock sucking runs in families.”
Tucker was either nervous or embarrassed, he turned away and pretended to be busy putting his books away. He was speechless and embarrassed.
“No, dude, don’t make me get out of this chair. Don’t ever turn away from me. Sit down, we’re gonna talk. You don’t want me to get up. Sit the fuck down.” Billy barked. His eyes flashed anger.
Tucker didn’t know what else to do, so he sat. He wasn’t experienced with confrontations. He had never had to stand up for himself. He didn’t like anger or violence. He wasn’t about to argue.
“Okay, you have a pretty mouth and from what I’ve been able to determined a very nice ass. I have a dick that needs to be serviced. You don’t need to think or try to stall. All you need to do is get down on the floor and get that pretty mouth between my legs dude.” Billy said.
Tucker didn’t know much about homosexuals, it was hard to him to even believe another dude would say things like this. He tried to manage a laugh, “Get real man, I’m all about the ladies. If I want to touch another dick, I’ve got one of my very own.”
Billy nodded, “Oh that’s cool. You can be with the ladies, but you’re gonna be my bitch boy. And as far as dicks are concerned, the only cock you need to worry about is mine. You’re going to be by personal cock servicer. My bitch boy.”
“No way man!” Tucker laughed nervously. “Are you drinking dude? You’re fucking off you rocker!”
Billy held up the plastic cup that contained what was left of his mixed drink. “Yeah, I’m drinking.” He placed his hand on Tucker’s head and pushed his room mate down towards the floor. “And you’re about to learn how to drink a nice fresh load of cum!”
As Tucker found his head being pushed down, he offered no resistance. He had always been athletic but had never defended himself, he’d been involved in swimming and basketball, not the rough activities. He found himself between Billy’s spread legs, kneeling on the floor.
Billy still had on a tee shirt and boxers, but Tucker was so close, he could smell his room mate’s maleness. He could see the faint outline of what was Billy’s manhood thru the thin boxer shorts.
“I don’t want to do this,” Tucker said. “Don’t make me do this.”
Billy lifted his butt an inch off the desk chair. “Pull my boxers off dude. Pull them off so you can see what I have for you. It ain’t huge or nothing. Dude, it’s only like 6 inches hard. This can be over real fast. All you have to do is suck on it about 5 or 10 minutes. If you do a decent job, I’ll cum pretty quick. I’m horny as fuck.”
A very nervous Tucker found himself pulling down Billy’s boxers. He removed them and looked up in shame. Billy was so masculine that somehow Tucker had expected something huge and outrageous. He saw a soft dick, a set of nuts, and thick dark pubes. The scent of man was stronger now. It wasn’t a unclean scent, it was musky and manly.
“See? It ain’t that big, it ain’t gross or nothing. It’s almost like shaking hands, just put those pretty lips of yours on it and make me feel good. You can do it.” Billy’s hand was once again in Tucker’s hair, but this time, he wasn’t shoving, he was running his fingers thru his room mate’s hair. “Just open those pretty lips and get my little dick all nice and hard. You can do it. It’s not a big deal. It’s just me and you, Tucker. Me, you, and my cock.”
Billy knew that a willing dick sucker did a much better job, “Oh yeah, that feels good!” he moaned as Tucker’s lips shyly brushed against his cock. His fingers strummed thru Tucker’s hair, he moaned. “You’re making me hard, oh, yeah, that’s good.”
Tucker made his decision, he didn’t see much of a choice. He touched his tongue to the cock head. He experienced his first taste of dick. He ran his tongue over the dick knob then let it trail over the cock shaft. His tongue moved, the dick begin to firm.
He told himself that he had no choice, he told himself that he was being forced. But his tongue seemed almost a little too eager as it explored Billy’s rapidly hardening fuck tool. As his tongue roamed, the cock reached full hardness and size. Tucker’s lips moved over the dick knob. He lowered his face, he took in several inches of the stiff teen pole. He wrapped his hand around the base as he moved his head up and down the hardness.
Tucker had expected the dick to feel nasty, he expected to choke and gag. He expected a foul taste. Instead he felt the softest skin he had ever touched. Billy’s cock was rock hard but the skin was like warm silk.
Billy’s fingers were roaming in Tucker’s hair. He watched the handsome face gliding up and down on his throbbing rod. He didn’t need to give instructions, Tucker was doing a very good job.
“Oh yeah! Suck my dick!” Billy’s voice was low and full of male need. “Oh yeah, damn dude! Yeah! That feels so good. Oh fuck yeah.”
The words seem to encourage Tucker. He was now taking all 6 inches. He tightened his lips around the cock, he sucked as he bobbed his head up and down. His tongue joined in the action, it flickered around the rock hard prick.
Billy’s fingers ran over Tucker’s hair, face, and neck. Tucker could taste the drops of pre-cum. It was bitter and nutty, but almost good. The very last thing Tucker would have thought he would do, he was now doing. It wasn’t nasty and sickening. It was just sex. He used his lips and tongue as he sucked the velvet covered steel hard tube.
The moans and praise weren’t faked, Billy had found a natural. Maybe the high cheekbones that Tucker had helped, but the dude wasn’t having a problem sucking cock. In fact, Billy was getting one of the best blow jobs he had yet known!
Without even being told, Tucker’s fingers played gently with Billy’s scrotum, he touched and rolled the balls around as he sucked. His cheeks caved in, his lips stayed tight, his tongue wiggled and probed. He was sucking his dorm mate’s cock. He wasn’t thinking about anything but the hard shaft inside of his mouth.
Billy was getting that feeling, he wouldn’t last much longer. His balls were full, they were heavy, and they would erupt soon. “Yeah, suck my dick. That feels so hot. Yeah, suck my cock, you pretty bastard.”
Tucker didn’t need any encouragement. His head moved up and down the hard dick. He breathed with ease, he didn’t choke, and he didn’t gag. His lips were clamped around the fuck shaft. He handled that erect teenage wonder with fluid ease. He tasted the precum, he swallowed it right down. The dick just seemed to feel right inside his mouth.
“Dude, swallow!” Billy cried out. Tucker began to swallow. The first cum spurt erupted from the teen tool. The second wad followed closely. Tucker swallowed as the dick pulsed, he drank down the fresh warm sticky goo.
Tucker swallowed as the throbbing cock blasted, it seemed like a massive huge amount but there was really just about two tablespoons of sweet nutty teen ball cream.
Tucker moved his mouth off of the dick. He had served his purpose, he had drained his dorm mate’s cock. As he started to stand up, he realized he was boned up. He moved away from Billy but stayed on the floor to keep his boxer tent from being seen. It was shameful enough that he had sucked a dick, but to get hard from sucking cock was way more than simple shame.
“That was fucking grade ‘a’ head, that was good,” Billy complimented. “Dude, you should be gay. No one has ever sucked my dick quite that good. Yeah, that was one damn fine blow job.”
Tucker sat quietly on the floor, he was trying to will his cock to go down so he that could move away. He still stared at Billy’s fuck rod. It had softened only slightly and it glistened from the spit that coated it.
Too late, Billy noticed. “You threw wood dude. You don’t have to hide it. Pull that thing out and beat off. You can look at me why you beat your meat dude, I don’t care. I want you to look at me and think about what we just did. You gave me pleasure, dude. Now pleasure yourself. You deserve it, pretty boy.”
The blush covered Tucker’s face, neck, and chest. He wanted to climb under the bed. Somehow being erect from sucking cock said it all. Now, Billy knew for sure that he had enjoyed servicing that stiff piece of meat.
Billy showed some sensitivity. “What we just did was hot. A lot of guys would bone up. It doesn’t mean anything. Come on, pull them damn shorts off and take care of your need dude. You satisfied me, now satisfy yourself. You sucked my dick so good that I knew you liked it. No sense in trying to deny anything. We both know you loved having a hard cock in your mouth.”
Tucker didn’t know what processed him, he rose up and pulled down his boxers. His face was red, his dick was hard. He had just sucked dick for the first time. Somehow he knew it wouldn’t be the last time. Or at least he hoped it wouldn’t be. His hard dick sprang free as he lowered his shorts.
“Fuck dude, you are hung like a horse!” Billy grinned. “Jack that big dick, lets me see you stroke that thing! Whoop that big hard rod!”
Tucker began jerking his 8 ½ inches of hard meat. He had to cum, he needed to blow a load. Sucking that dick had left him so honry, there was something about having another dude’s cum in his belly that had made him so hard. He stroked his big fuck tool about 5 minutes and his balls fired!
His cum flew out in a long strand, it blasted several feet, as it fell to the floor, another rope of teen spunk erupted from his big boner. His balls pumped again and again. He shot heavily, his nuts fired 8 times.
Billy grinned, “Dude! You shot like three fucking feet! Just watching you sperm got me horny all over again. Fuck man, I’m all hard again. I gotta fuck now. I’m so hard, pretty boy. I gotta tap that ass of your now. I need me some of the virgin pretty boy butt. I need to take that last cherry, pretty dude.”
“I can’t do that, I can’t let you do that.” Tucker’s voice was raised. “No way.”
The grin on Billy’s face was bigger, “Shut up and get on that bed, face down and legs spread. I’m gonna give you what you need. I’m gonna be inside you. I’m gonna give you what you been needing.”
“It’ll hurt! I can’t do this Billy! I just can’t!” Tucker replied. “I don’t wanna get fucked!”
Billy didn’t have any problem guiding Tucker down to the bed. “Okay spread those legs now, so I can climb between them. Don’t be scared. I’m gonna be easy on you. Spread those hairy legs, you know you need to know. You know you got to find out.”
Tucker’s legs spread, he lay on the bed almost unable to breath. He didn’t understand why he was doing this. He was about to be fucked. He lay spread legged wondering what it would feel like. That dick, the hard dick he had just sucked off was going to go inside his ass, it was going to fuck him!
Billy knelt beside the bed. “Okay dude, this may be a little cold, its cream rinse. I’m gonna put some around your asshole, then inside ya. Just relax, don’t tense up. I’m gonna get you ready. You just lay there.”
The lotion was cool, but not cold. It felt so strange, a finger rubbing against his asshole. His breath was short fast gasps.
“Yeah, your ass is awesome dude, pretty, smooth, and a pink little fuck hole. Now just stay relaxed. I’m gonna put a finger inside you now. One finger, a lot of cream rinse.” Billy spoke low in a reassuring voice.
Tucker gave a sharp grunt as the finger breeched his ass ring, it didn’t hurt, but surprised him as he felt his ass band forced opened. He sighed as the finger sank inside and wiggled.
As soon as Billy heard the sigh, “Now dude, this is really gonna feel strange.” Billy brushed his finger against the prostate button. “You’re dick may start getting hard again. Don’t fight it, let the big fucker get stiff.”
Tucker grunted as the stud’s finger pressed into his butt knob. His dick was underneath him, growing stiffer against his flat stomach. He could feel dampness and he knew it was leaking. He spread his legs a little wider in hopes of intensifying the feeling. He felt strange. He also felt embarrassed as he couldn’t stop his moans.
“Okay dude, here comes finger number two and more cream rinse. You’re relaxing, you’re gonna be ready soon. I wanna make you all hot and ready. Yeah, I’m gonna fuck your sweet looking ass. Gonna make it good for you.” Billy pressed finger number two in.
Tucker groaned, a slight pain but now he felt so full. “Yeah, yeah!” he groaned. Billy’s two fingers flexed and fingered, they brushed against the butt knob. They stretched the little ring, getting it ready for the real thing.
“Is that big dick of yours hard boy? You ready for my little cock? You ready to be my bitch boy?” Billy’s tone was lust.
“Hard, I’m hard,” Tucker gasp out. “Oh, man.” Tucker tensed as the fingers were removed from him. He felt so empty.
“Relax,” Billy crooned as he climb over Tucker back. “Relax.” He placed his cock tip against the greasy hole, “Take a deep breath, hold it, and push out with your asshole.”
“Oh!” Tucker groaned, “It hurts, it hurts!” The head had fully penetrated him. His ass ring twitched trying to close, trying to push out the intruding piece of hard teenage cock.
Billy had popped enough cherries in his short sexual life. He stopped entry, letting the virgin hole get used to something inside it. He bent down, nibbled at the nape of Tucker’s neck. “Relax, just get used to it. It’ll stop hurting in a few minutes. It’s cause your cherry.” He nibbled and kissed, slowly sinking more of his hard shaft inside the tight smooth fuck tunnel.
Tucker’s legs were off the sides of the bed, somehow spreading them seemed to reduce the pain. He groaned, the dick hurt so bad, he wondered if it was splitting his asshole.
“Dude, I’m all the way in. My curlies are touching your sweet butt. I got all my little dick in your hot ass. This is gonna hurt for a few minutes, but it’ll start feeling good. I’m gonna fuck you now, gonna fuck away your cherry.” Billy groaned, the warm chute was almost too tight. He slowly withdrew his dick, sighing as it brushed against the smooth walls of the bitch boy’s ass. They groaned together as Billy re-entered.
The fuck pace was slow, there was no need to hurry, Billy had recently nutted and didn’t need to get off quickly. He took his time, nibbling at Tucker’s neck as his hips drove his cock in slow motion. He grinded in a circular pattern, letting his cock open the tightness, and now enjoying the grip of the fuck tunnel.
Tucker grunted and groaned, pools of pre-cum had leaked from him as his prostate was massaged by the teen tool striking it. He blushed furiously as he realized that he was not only enjoying the fuck, he wanted it harder and faster.
Billy fucked slowly, Tucker had learned ass ring control and was gripping his hole tight, then opening it. It felt so good, and the athletic teen ass was a cushion of firm softness. He was building up, getting close.
He gasped out as his balls fired! He counted the bursts as his dick spewed! He groaned, he had sent seven wads inside the fuck tunnel. He felt drained and happy.
“Don’t stop!” Tucker cried out. “It stopped hurting, I uh, I like it now! Its okay, you can fuck me.”
Billy nibbled hard at the bitch boy’s neck. “You want it rough now? You ready to take a real fucking?”
“Yeah, I can take it,” Tucker moaned.
Billy grinned, and slammed hard into the soft ass. What the fuck, he figured, he could manage another load. He gripped Tucker’s hips and pulled him up into the doggy position.
“Play with that big cock of yours while I slam fuck your ass! Jerk that dick!” Billy began humping, some strokes were short, some where deep. He struck the ass walls, he struck the butt knob! Their bodies slapped together as the aggressive fuck flew into motion.
Tucker grunted as his ass was slammed, he jerked his cock using the juices that flowed from it for jerk lube. His balls bounced as Billy pounded his ass.
“Gonna cum!” Tucker yelled. His balls drew up, as they pumped, so did his ass ring, it squeezed shut, then fluttered open as his nuts pulsed out the fuck load.
As Tucker’s orgasm ended, Billy started slamming even harder, “Take it bitch boy, take it!” His well drained testes had managed a third load, again Billy counted as his cum volcanoed from his tired teen nuts! He had just thought he was drained, his balls managed five more wads of cum.
He let his body collapse, his weight forced the bitch boy flat onto the bed. Billy went to work, he sucked at Tucker’s neck, leaving his mark. The purple mark of passion formed.
“You’re my bitch now dude. You’re my bitch boy.” Billy grunted.
Tucker sighed, “Yeah dude. Oh yeah.”
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Babysitting Amanda, Part 2: The Mom Comes Home

Note: I advise reading Babysitting Amanda first, before reading this story.
After that first night, Amanda’s mom asked me to babysit more and more often. Soon I was over there several times a week. Amanda, Becky and I fucked constantly while over there, and Amanda and I privately became boyfriend and girlfriend, since she was not much younger than me at all. I cared about her and would have done almost anything she needed or asked.
Amanda came to me one night after the three of us had gone through a thrilling threesome. She told me she was worried about her mom. Her mom, Jane, worked an office job at a market trading firm. Because of her job, Jane was under constant stress. According to Amanda, Jane had not had a boyfriend since soon after Becky was born. Amanda knew her mom masturbated, having spied on her a couple of times. She noticed that poor Jane never got much out of her jilling sessions, and while desperate for male companionship was to worried about her girls to get a boyfriend. Poor Jane, at only 30, was a desperate woman who needed a man to please her badly. Amanda begged for my help. After having slept with Amanda and Becky so many times, I was skilled in getting women off. However, I was uncertain. “You know your mom might not like this idea, I mean I am almost 15 years younger than her”. “Becky and I will take care of that” Amanda responded. I was still reluctant. Then Jane nearly ended up in the hospital after a severe stress attack. Out of concern for this family, I agreed to help. The three of us then began to form our plan.
Jane came home one night to find Amanda, Becky and I watching TV. After a brief hello, she went off to take a quick nap. Our plan swung into action. I went to my overnight bag and retrieved some rope, a gag, and a blindfold. The three of us went to Jane’s room and slipped in quietly. She was sound asleep. She had already taken off her outer clothing and was left only in her underwear, which made things easy for us. I peeled off her panties while Amanda removed her bra. It was then that I got a good look at Jane for the first time. While I usually didn’t care for older women, Jane made my mouth drop open. She was a slender women, with two small, perfect breasts and a pussy to die for. I shook out of my lust and began to tie her legs to the bed post, while Amanda took care of her arms. Meanwhile, Becky applied that gag and blind fold. I checked the knots on the ropes, making sure they were comfortable yet tight enough to keep Jane from moving to stop us as we worked. I stripped to my boxers while Amanda and Becky went naked. When we were all ready, Amanda went over and gently shook her mom’s shoulder.
When Jane awoke, she felt a set of lips on her right breast. I could see the shock on her face through the blindfold and gag. Amanda sucked her moms breast, pulling it between her teeth. I felt Jane try to struggle, only to find the bonds far too strong. Becky moved in on her other breast, and soon the two girls were working wonders on Jane, who’s apprehension could not withstand the pleasure. I moved in on her pussy. She felt the hot breath on her clit and tried to close her legs, but could not. I touched my tongue to her pussy and she let out an unwilling moan. I went to work on her, having practiced on Becky and Amanda. As my lips propped her outer lips, I felt a shudder travel through her body. I pushed her harder, letting my tongue travel in to lick her inner folds. Jane was soon lost in bliss, well on her way to an orgasm. As she came close to climaxing, I pulled out, patting Amanda and Becky on their sweet young butts. We all stopped, teasing her. I could tell just how badly she now wanted what was coming to her. Amanda went to her mother and removed the blindfold. Jane blinked a few times, then her eyes widened in shock as Amanda leaned over to take her mom’s tit into her mouth again. She was now fighting an inner battle between pleasure and decency. Becky and I resumed our places, and she shook in sheer bliss. I knew the battle was almost won. I plunged my tongue deeply into her clit, as Amanda and Becky increased their sucking. Jane was pushed over the edge into in incredible orgasm. Her body shook, out of control, as the orgasm wrecked her. The girls and I pressed on, pushing out every bit of that orgasm. I felt her pussy tense up on her tongue, and felt her cum running down my tongue into my waiting mouth. She had a slightly tart flavor, which I gulped deeply. Not a drop was spilled. With one last thrash and burst of cum, Jane fell still. We pulled away, and Amanda turned to talk to her mother.
“If I take this off, will you yell or scream?” Amanda said, indicating the gag. The submissive look in her mom’s eyes gave her the answer. She removed the gag, and her mom breathed deeply. “What the hell is going on?” she said quietly, not daring to yell. She gave my an accuseing look. I shrugged my shoulders and indicated Amanda. “It was my idea mom. We’ve been so worried about you for a long time. We knew how badly you needed sex, and I begged Jake here to help.” Amanda said lovingly. Jane was shocked. We told her the whole story, and she was quiet the entire time. The girls kept there hands on her breasts while I massaged her pussy. At the end, she sighed. “I never thought my two little angels…..would be like me.” Jane revealed that she had loved the idea of sex at an early age, and had slept with a variety of men. Nothing negative happened until Amanda came along. The dad stayed long enough for Becky, then fled. “I haven’t had sex since. Its been so hard, the reason why is because I love you two too much to risk it.” “Its ok mommy, Amanda said. “We WANT to sleep with Jake. If you think he’s a good pussy eater, you should feel his dick in you!’ Becky laughed in agreement. Jane was apprehensive, but knew she had lost. “Ok, I’ll give it a try. But take this crap off of me!” We untied the ropes willingly. Jane flexed herself. “Can I at least go to the restroom?” We relented, but no one bothered putting clothes on.
She went into the restroom, leaving the door open for us to watch. We crowded in for a closer look. As we watched, a golden stream of piss shot from her pussy to the toilet. It was a fascinating sight for someone who had not seen it before.
When Jane finished, we returned to her bedroom. She laid on the bed. Amanda and Becky moved in first, and soon the they both had found a tit. Jane buried herself in Amanda’s sweet young pussy. The sight of this lesbian threesome hardened my cock instantly. I moved in on Jane’s pussy and began to finger her. Her hole was surprisingly tight after years of no sex. I got 4 fingers in, and she moaned into Amanda’s pussy. I slipped the head of my cock in and slowly moved forward. Jane’s pussy gripped my cock tightly as I buried myself up to the hilt. She gasped as the last few inches of my member disappeared into her. When she was ready, I pulled out, then slammed back in. She screamed in pleasure into Amanda’s pussy. The vibration sent Amanda crazy, and she shot towards orgasm. Becky’s ass was soon in my face, and I fingered her pussy with one hand while holding myself steady with the other. I fucked Jane faster and harder. Her pussy tightened on my cock, sending my pleasure sky high. All the girls were now screaming in pleasure. I moaned as I felt the familiar bubbling in my balls.
Amanda came first, spilling cum all over her moms face. That set Jane off. She thrust herself onto my brick, sending my balls slapping on her ass. I came as well, shooting rope after rope into her. Becky came last, her little girl cum dripping all over my fingers as she screamed in please. We brought each other down from orgasm, as passionate, moaning foursome. With a wet plop, I eased myself out of Jane and helped Becky get down. Amanda collapsed onto the bed, and we lay there together. Becky and Amanda fell asleep on either side of me. Jane slept behind Amanda. The bed was soaked with cum, but we were to tired to move.
After several hours of sleep Jane and I woke up. We talked for some time. Considering her own craving for sex at her daughters age, she understood my position. She patted my cock and I massaged her pussy as we talked. We fucked again before the girls woke up. That day, we must have fucked a dozen times. Twice a week I came over and enjoyed nice little threesomes with the girls, then their mom when she came home. We kept each other satisfied for a long time.

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Nicole Part Three: Bowling Night

For a few days after I last encounter I could not help but think about Nicole. I masturbated thinking about her while my wife slept alone. My marriage seemed to be sinking but all I cared about was the next opportunity to be with Nicole, she was intoxicating and I was hopelessly addicted.
On Wednesday morning I could not help myself and called her. When she answered I was elated to hear her voice yet terrified for I had no reason to be calling.
“Uh hi Nicole. It’s Bill.” I said my mind racing for some reason for the call.
“Hey Bill. What’s up?” she replied. Just the sound of her voice had stirred movement in my pants but that was nothing I dared mention over the phone.
“Just…” think damn it! Think! “..calling to see if you and George have plans for this weekend?”
What the hell was I doing? I always let the women make the plans. Surely the others would see through my error in judgement.
“Sorry Bill. We are out this weekend.” she replied. My heart sank a little knowing it might be a while before I saw her again. “Oh George wanted me to ask you if you wanted to join his bowling team? They bowl on Tuesday nights and need a forth.”
What the hell did I want to go bowling with George for? Mostly I hung out with them to be around Nicole.
“Uh I don’t know. I am not much of a bowler.” I replied looking for a nice way to shoot her down.
“Great to hear!” she replied. What the hell? I said no right? “Be at our house at seven on Tuesday. See you then.”
She hung up on me before I could clarify that I had said no.
Tuesday came slowly yet I did not care. I would only see Nicole for a few seconds at best, hardly seemed worth the time but I decided to take it. I put on my old bowling shirt and dug my bowling ball out of storage, I had not bowled since Tabitha had decided to join a league. We had only played a few games before she decided she hated it. Our bowling stuff had been in storage ever since. I had even considered having a garage sale and getting rid of it.
I drove over to Georges place and headed to the door ball in hand. Nicole answered the door to my delight.
“George ready?” I asked.
“George is bowling, probably head out for a few drinks after so he won’t be home for four hours or more.” said Nicole. “Please come in.”
I walked in, dropping my ball off to the side. I guess I would not be needing that after all. Nicole had an odd look in her eye. It was a look I had not seen before leaving me a tad wary. She led me to the sofa where we sat down. I looked at her, my eyes devouring her from a distance.
I slid over closer and pulled her to me. Our lips met in a slow passionate kiss. I held her head firmly not allowing her to break the kiss for a full minute. I had wanted her all week and if I got nothing else I made sure I at least got a good long kiss out of it. She withdrew wiping away a little spittle from the corner of her pink lips then gave me a big smile. I had been worried that I had been a little too forceful prolonging the kiss. For the next fifteen minutes we embraced in repeated long wet kisses, our tongues invading each others mouths only to recoil then attack again. They twisted entwined caressing each other then retreated teasing and beckoning for another go. By the time we were done I was ready to cream in my pants. I wanted her so badly.
Nicole led me from the couch up to her bedroom. I looked at her concerned that if we did it there we would certainly be caught by George. The evidence would be impossible to ignore.
“Not here.” I said. “George would find out.”
“Shhh. I am going to change the sheets anyways. I am supposed to be doing laundry tonight.” she replied.
Our clothing came off in record time. I made ready to give her some quick oral so I could get to burying my boner in her delightful snatch but she pushed me away.
“Slow down. I want this to last a little longer this time. We have hours not just a few scant moments.” She produced a towel from her night table and tucked it under her shapely ass.
I climbed on top of her carefully adjusting my weight so as not to crush her. We resumed kissing. After a few minutes I broke the kissing to wander about her body. I kissed from her neck to ear, back down her neck, over to her shoulder, peppering her with soft sensual kisses. Then I moved to her firm breasts and sucked in a nipple. I flicked it with my tongue causing her to let out a little moan. She sucked in a lungful of air as I began to twirl my tongue around her hardening nipple. Soon it was standing erect under my oral assault. Nicole seemed to be enjoying it. I moved to her other magnificent breast and went right back to work leaving both her nipples standing. I intended to move down her lean fit body but she pulled me to her, her mouth pressed urgently against mine. We resumed our passionate kissing. Then I realized what she was up to as I felt her hand grasp my manhood and direct it to the entrance to her love tunnel. My mind went back to our previous encounter when I lost control. I figured that I really should use a rubber. My short lived resolve ended as she wrapped her legs around me, tilted her hips and pulled me into her silken depths. Apparently I was not the only one turned on by all of the kissing. She did this without even breaking the kiss. I kissed her back more strongly trying to focus on the kiss and not the overwhelming pleasure of my member moving in and out of her. We went slowly for a few minutes. She rarely allowed me a second to even breath. I tried twice to speak, to warn her I should get a rubber but each time she grabbed my head and smashed her lips into mine.
A few minutes later I was getting worried. I could feel that I would not last much longer. She seemed to note my tension releasing me from her grasping arms and legs. I pulled out immediately.
“Sorry. I really don’t think I should be doing this without a rubber.” I said apologetically. “Not after last time.”
“Relax Bill.” she said, her voice sweet as honey. “I let you go. Now where were you before I grabbed you?” She hit me with a smile.
I kissed her then made my way slowly down her body, across her taunt athletic stomach to her clit where I stopped. She was soaked from the kissing and intercourse. Never had I been with anyone who got so wet. I loved it. I took her clit tenderly between my lips and began a slow flicking motion across it with my tongue. Nicole moaned softly. She ran her hands through my hair as I affectionately licked her love button. I changed from flicking to longer strokes with the rougher part of my tongue. With my hands I caressed her inner thighs running my hands from her crotch down to her knees then back again as I made soft oral love to her. My face was damp from the nose down with her moisture, which continued to build up under my tender attention. For many minutes I stayed like that listening to her breathing intensify. Slowly she began to lose control. Her body began to writhe, bucking her hips ever so slowly up against my face. I reached under her seizing both butt cheeks and holding her firmly against my mouth. I quickened my pace licking intently, I was locked on to her clit and there was nothing she could do about it now. Her body bucked harder now trying to break the contact and slow the assault of my tongue but I would not release her though she was not putting up much of a fight so much as losing control. Harder and harder she squirmed, her moans growing louder, her breathing more labored. I knew that she was close. She grabbed my head, taking in handfuls of my hair. I released her left cheek and slid my hand along her crack. As I brushed across her puckered anus she twitched. I mistook her reaction and moved my fingers back slowly caressing it with my middle finger.
“Don’t do that.” she said. The tone of her voice told me she was dead serious.
I slid my hand back under cupping her shapely firm ass and gave it a good hard squeeze. My error slowed her down considerably. It took a few minutes to build her back up. When she got there she bounced on the bed like a woman possessed uttering inhuman groans. My death lock on her ass kept her snatch right where I could do my work and I was relentless. Finally unable to hold back she came screaming so loud I feared the neighbors would call the cops. She convulsed violently twisting about on the bed. Before she had pushed my face away but this time she either chose not to or was unable to with me locked onto her. So I got a face full of her delirious orgasmic deluge. I was shocked as it hit me spraying me good. It only lasted a few moments then she sank back her body limp.
“Oh my god. I have not cum like that in…” she moaned. “…maybe forever. Fuck Bill your tongue is amazing.”
I used the sheet to wipe my face and chest off. Then moved up to give her another deep wet passionate kiss. I wasn’t sure if she would allow it or pull away but she eagerly accept my mouth on hers opening wide to allow my tongue access. Our tongues met in a familiar erotic dance.
Instinctually I positioned myself on top of her and was inside her before I had even given it a second thought. My sensibility had left me as I pounded away on Nicole. I was a mad man unleashed upon her. The slow deliberate strokes from earlier were replaced by frantic slamming strokes. I pulled out until the tip of my hand on was barely still inside her then rammed back into until I was ball deep only to draw back and do it all over again. The intensity of each powerful thrust jolted her causing her to make almost whimpering noises beneath me. Was she enjoying it? I wondered. I wasn’t even sure if I cared I was consumed by the need to reach my own orgasm. I took her hard and fast for a few short minutes then I felt the sum begin to build up. As I began to tense up she wrapped her legs tight around me pulling me in harder with each thrust, she pushed up hard against me meeting my assault, increasing the impact. I knew then that she was into it as much as I was but I was in trouble.
Our previous fuck session ended like this. It was amazing and terrifying. I knew, since she had told me, that she wasn’t on any form of birth control. If I got her pregnant it would be the end of things with her and likely the end of my friendship with George and the end of my marriage. I was so wrapped up in my worried flashback that I did not even hear Nicole as she whispered in my ear. My mind was made up.
Her legs were strong from her palates and running but I had to get them off of me before I could withdraw. I grabbed both firmly and wrenched them apart with all my might. She fought me, she fought hard, much harder than I would have guessed. Luckily I was stronger and managed to break her hold on me just in time to yank my penis out at the last possible second. Dripping with her love juices my erection sprang bobbing for a moment then unleashed a massive torrent of cum splattering from just above her quivering cunt up to her beautiful breasts.
“Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, fuck!” I exclaimed as wave after wave of cum erupted from my dick. I reached down and milked the last few drops out before examining my handy work. A thick line of my cum ran up her body pooling in her cute little belly button. As I came down from the orgasmic high my mind raced back to panicked the moments prior to my explosion. Then I remembered what she had whispered into my ear. I looked at her partially apologetic partially freaked out.
“Did I hear you right?” I asked.
“Did you hear me at all!” she replied clearly angry.
“I couldn’t, I shouldn’t. What would George do if he found out?” I asked.
“George knows. He has always known.” she replied. A tear forming at the edge of her eye. “He chose you.”
I had a shower and got dressed. The remainder of the evening went by in awkward silence. I did not know what to say. Nicole felt that I had rejected her, maybe betrayed her in some way. I was annoyed that she wouldn’t have tried to discuss it with me before hand. You cannot spring something like that on a guy without warning. Not when it goes against everything you are trying to accomplish.
I drove home with her words ringing in my mind, over and over and over.
“Bill I want to have your baby.”

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Ernest “Ernie” Haberfeld sat in his recliner, his feet propped up in the air while he rested leisurely in his sweats. His wife, Agnes, was out with her lady friends at her weekly bridge club, probably gossiping up a storm as they played cards to wile away their time. Ernie never begrudged his wife her time away from the home, it gave him time to do the kinds of things she found distasteful. Agnes was seven years older than his fifty five years, a fact that had put a cold sweater on their sex life. Instead of being upset by her lack of interest in making love, Ernie found that her time out of the house gave him the opportunity to indulge his penchant for pornography, a past time his wife never understood.
With a flick of the remote control the local news changed to an FBI warning of piracy and within a moment there was the menu of the latest DVD he had purchased, Dirty Debutants 8. Ernie’s eyes narrowed in devious pleasure as he gazed lasciviously over the naked and near naked forms of young women. A young brunette in a bathing suit came on the screen causing the older man to remember his own daughter, Jackie, in nearly the same outfit nearly a decade ago. Agnes had scolded him when she realized he was turned on by his own flesh and blood, a fact that Ernie was not ashamed of. It only meant he was working properly and that his daughter was pleasing to look at. Agnes had not taken the episode so lightly though.
With a few punches of his thumb on the remote control the screen faded to black and within seconds the young brunette in the black one piece bathing suit came on the screen. She walked away from the camera along the edge of a pool, dipping her toe into the water casually as if there were no one around. Her tight rounded ass was a very close match to the memory of his daughter’s and he could feel his penis begin to unfurl beneath the cotton sweat pants he wore. Without a thought he lifted his ass off the recliner and pulled them down around his knees, freeing his growing cock to the cool air conditioning. The girl on the television lay down on a lounge chair and began to run her hands across her breasts until her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. She did not have the humongous breasts as some of the more popular models, but they were a healthy handful and very firm.
Ernie poured some KY into his hand and began to slowly stroke his cock. His fingers slid up and down the shaft, alternating pressure as he approached the head. His thumb and forefinger pressed together formed a tight ring he used to tease the underside of the crown. He was really getting into it as the girl pulled back the crotch of the suit and was teasing her pussy as a loud rapping noise came from the door.
“Fuck,” Ernie cursed. He pretended that he said it under his breath, but in reality he wanted who ever was at the door to know they weren’t welcome and to keep their visit as short as possible. With a grunt he levered the recliner to its normal position and pulled up his pants, fully aware that his erection was lewdly visible beneath. He didn’t even bother to wipe the lube from his hand, instead covering the door handle with it when he jerked it open.
“What?” He said annoyed and then opened his eyes to see his daughter Jackie standing in the afternoon sun. “Oh, baby, what are you doing here?”
Jackie, seven months pregnant and burning up from the late summer heat, stared back at her father. “Is this a bad time?” she asked simply.
“No, no baby. It’s always good to see you. Come in.” Ernie offered, pushing open the screen door that separated them. Jackie stepped into the cool house and noted that the television was on, but the screen was black. “You want something to drink honey?” Her father asked. Jackie’s nod sent him into the kitchen, leaving her to close the front door.
Shutting the door and then reaching down to twist the lock in the handle she pulled her fingers away from the sticky knob, examining them curiously. Jackie turned to watch her father coming back into the room, the lump protruding from his groin setting the last piece of the puzzle in place for her.
“So what’cha doing dad? Mom around?” Jackie asked cheerfully, picking up the remote from the arm of his recliner before sitting on the sofa.
“No, your mother is out at her bridge club,” Ernie answered handing her a glass of iced lemonade. “And I was just watching some television.”
“What were you watching?” Jackie asked after taking a long pull of the cool drink. The sugary sweet lemonade would make her unborn son a little rambunctious, a feeling she always found comforting. She eyed her father, waiting for his response as he fidgeted nervously before her. Did his sweats just twitch?
Ernie couldn’t help but notice that his daughter’s tits had gotten a lot bigger since she became pregnant. Her once modest cleavage was now overflowing as the tops she wore became filled out nicely with the added weight of her impending motherhood. Her once girlish figure was now indeed that of a woman, a fact that had not gone unnoticed before, but today with such heat she had worn practically nothing to hide her womanly charms. The floral top was tight around her bosom and belly but loose in the arms. When she turned just so he could see most of one breast through the gaping sleeve. The lacy bra caused his heart to race and his mind to kick in the notion that he should feel guilty.
As he looked over his daughter appraisingly he suddenly saw that in her hand was the universal remote that worked the television and dvd player. He looked Jackie in the eye and considered her pretty face. He could feel his cock lurch within his sweats as he imagined her lips pressed up against something besides glass. For her part Jackie upended her drink, pushing out her chest as she felt the growing stirrings of her own arousal.
Her pregnancy had been fine at first. Her husband, Mark, excited about the prospect of having their first child had been attentive and even extra amorous. After the fourth month when she started to really look pregnant his desire for sex had dropped off the charts. Now, with two months to go, she hadn’t been touched in over six weeks and it was starting to take its toll. Jackie gauged the lump in her fathers pants out of the corner of her eye. Despite every instinct in her body that knew what she was considering was wrong, she felt her heart race at the prospect.
“Mind if watch with you?” Jackie asked casually, her finger hovering over the play button.
Ernie could feel the panic painted all over his face and he hastily reached for the remote control but Jackie jerked it out of his reach, twisting her body to hide it between her body and the back of the couch. Jackie began to laugh as her father tried to pry it from her grasp, his fingers tickling her arms and lightly pressing into her breasts.
“Why won’t you let me watch, daddy?” Jackie asked in her sickly sweet manner she used as a child to get her way. She batted her eyelashes at him coquettishly all the while squirming against his prying touch. “Oh daddy,” she cried as his palm pressed deeply into her right breast. Instead of shying away she pressed against the back of his hand with her own, her fingers pushing against his in an urging for him to grope her properly.
Ernie was taken aback by the deep moan his daughter let out as she used his hand to grope her body. He looked down to find her biting her lower lip as her eyes looked up at him with desire written on her face. With uncertainty he stepped back, nearly collapsing when the back of his legs found his recliner. With resignation he sat down heavily and tried to fight the urge to make a pass at his daughter welled up and made his cock ever harder.
“Now let’s see what daddy was watching before I came,” Jackie said aloud as she pointed the remote control at the entertainment center and pressed play. Immediately the brunette was on the screen, her pink pussy pulled open and glistening filled their view. The sound of the girls soft moaning came through the surround sound speakers along with the delicate sloshing of her fingers that were sliding in and out. “Oh dear, daddy was being naughty!” Jackie said, laughing at her father’s shocked look.
“Now look, its not what you think,” Ernie began, trying to cover up that it was indeed exactly what his daughter thought it was. “Look, your mom doesn’t like to watch this stuff and I just like to -” He was cut off as Jackie stepped over to his recliner and put her finger over his mouth.
“You just like to jack off looking at porn,” Jackie finished for him. “It’s okay dad. Your a guy. I know guy’s like to jack off to porn. Heck, Mark does it all the time, especially as of late.” Her last words came out softly, but the hurt was evident in her voice.
Emotions roiled in Ernie’s head and for a moment he felt a little nauseous. Here was a beautiful young woman in obvious need of sexual affirmation of her desirability and at the same time it was his daughter hurt and need of a fathers understanding. He felt like a heel that his cock would not go down, in fact an obscene wet spot began to appear on his sweats where his tip was leaking copious amounts of precum.
“Do you think pregnant women are sexy dad?” Jackie asked at last, her eyes searching his for any sign of deception. For a long moment they stared at each other in silence. “I guess you’re like Mark, you think pregnant women are repulsive too.” She turned from him, her eyes on the verge of tears.
“No baby,” Ernie said his hand catching at her elbow before she could get out of reach. “I think pregnant women are very sexy indeed.”
“You are just saying that,” Jackie sobbed into her hand, hiding her face from his view. She felt silly and stupid for thinking that her father would want her. Her emotions were a raging white water river that threatened to take her over a fall and make it all come spilling out uncontrolled.
“No darling,” Ernie said slowly, “I truly believe that pregnant women are incredibly sexy. You might think I’m disgusting for saying this but I like pregnant women for the reason that a guy can have sex with her and not worry about getting her pregnant again.” He squeezed her arm gently, finally pulling her back so that she sat upon his lap. He could feel his cock resting against her plump ass.
“Mark doesn’t like pregnant women,” Jackie said at last, wiping the stray tears from her eyes. “He hasn’t touched me in oh so long and I ache for the feel of a man. Do you think I’m disgusting daddy?” she asked turning to face him.
“No baby, you are human. Just like the rest of us. We all need someone to love us.” He explained gently, his hand rubbing her back for support.
“Is that why you are watching porn while mom is out at her bridge club?” Jackie asked. Ernie looked to the screen and then away in embarrassment.
“It’s different when you get older. One person’s desire to be physical can drop off because of age or illness.” Ernie looked at the carpet, unable to face his daughter though he could clearly feel the heat of her body as it pressed against the underside of his stiff cock.
Jackie stood up and faced her father, straightening her top and loose shorts. When he looked up into her eyes he marveled at the love and understanding she beamed at him. He was never prouder to be her father than at that moment. His wonderment changed to shock when her fingers began to unbutton the blouse and his mouth gaped when she shrugged off the loose cotton material baring her bra encased breasts to him. Jackie took his hand and placed it upon her left breast and moaned softly as he began to squeeze her gently.
“Baby, this isn’t right,” Ernie began.
“But it’s what we both need, dad. Mom can’t and Mark won’t,” Jackie cut him off, her eyes closed as she relished this forbidden touch. “And I can tell you like the idea of getting away with being very bad.” She opened her eyes and gave him a wanton look, lust blazing in her gaze. “You love the wicked idea of fucking someone’s pregnant wife, especially if that someone is your son in law, huh? The ultimate taboo, a cheating wife and your very own daughter. What else could top that?”
Jackie leaned down and kissed her father full on the mouth. The scruffy beard tickled her lips as he pulled her in deeper, his tongue dueling in her mouth as she released her will to his. Ernie slid his hand over the smooth skin of her protruding belly and across her hips, pulling her shorts down until they fell from her body. Jackie undid the clasp in the front of her bra and slowly pulled the cups back until her tits plopped out into his face. Ernie grabbed the hefty globes in his hands, his left thumb pressing into the nipple while his mouth covered the right. His tongue stabbed at the nub before he lightly grazed his teeth across the rapidly stiffening tip.
“Oh dad,” Jackie whispered, her fingers entwining in his hair and pulling him tight to her body. She could feel her pussy becoming sopping wet as his mouth worked her breast over, causing the nipples to become stiff and ache with desire. Her pent up need became the fuel for the fire that was consuming her and the attention of her father was so out of bounds, so wrong that it made it all the sweeter. “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” she chanted in a whisper, reminding them both of their roles in this incestuous play.
Finally, her breasts covered in saliva, she pushed him back in his chair and pulled off his sweats, his stiff cock springing free. With a lecherous smile she swiped her tongue over her lips in exaggerated desire causing his cock to twitch and a pearly drop of precum to ooze out the tip. Sitting on the floor at the foot of his recliner she scooted up as close as she could, her naked body pressed up against the fabric while her father’s legs were on either side of her. Pulling his cock down to point at her face she stuck her tongue out and pushed it directly into the slit of his penis. Ernie watched in wonder as the precum oozed out onto his daughters tongue and make a small pool. He looked up into Jackie’s eyes as she brought her tongue back into her mouth and savored the taste, licking her lips as she finished.
“Mmm,” Jackie moaned in approval. “I love it daddy,” she said her eyes closing slowly. “I want more,” she said after a moment, looking at him directly. She pursed her lips as if she were going to give a kiss and moved her face forward so that the head of his cock was pushed up against her plump lips. Her tongue slipped out and tickled the underside of the tip lightly. Holding him still for a few seconds she looked at him questioningly until her father gave out a small whimper accompanied by a weak thrust of his hips. Opening her mouth and covering her teeth with her lips, she stuck out her tongue and drew his cock deep into the wet confines of her oral cavity. Slowly she drew him in, her tongue sliding steadily across the underside of his shaft with a swirl every now and then. When he was as far in as she could comfortably take him, she sealed her lips around his cock and then began to suck in pulses.
Ernie slid his fingers through his daughter’s hair and held her in place, afraid that she might change her mind about blowing him. He could feel her tongue lash at his manhood over and over all the while the pressure of her sucking was bringing him dangerously close to exploding. It had been years since he had felt a woman’s mouth on his cock and he could never recall it ever being this good. His own daughter was sucking the cock that had created her, giving thanks to the very penis that had provide the seed of her being, and she did it willingly, lovingly, and with delight. There was no doubt in his mind that his daughter was enjoying this as much as he was. No woman could fake liking to give blowjobs, not this much. Just as he was settling in to enjoy the luxurious feeling of this naughty moment his daughter began to hum.
Jackie almost laughed as her father’s penis stiffened in her mouth. The uncontrollable jerk of his hips as the vibrations of her throat reverberated through his manhood was almost comical. Ernie began to pant, his stomach tensing as he tried to remain in control of his orgasm. His standard method of reciting baseball stats, a technique not used in twenty years, failed miserably as his mind could not uncouple from the fact that it was his daughter sucking his cock and she obviously, unbelievably, wanted him to cum in her mouth.
Her mouth was pressed almost to the base of his penis. Just enough was left out that she could wrap her thumb and forefinger around his shaft and squeeze it gently in time with her other hand massaging his balls. Jackie swiped her tongue along the underside of his shaft rhythmically, the pulsing of his member announcing that his orgasm was approaching. His breathing became labored and he grew even stiffer. Quickly Jackie pulled her mouth off his cock and began stroking him into her waiting mouth.
“Cum for me daddy, cum in your baby girl’s mouth,” she whispered. With a gush his seed erupted from the tip of his cock, splashing her upper lip and nose before she closed her lips around the tip and took his load onto her tongue. Two more solid pulses pushed out even more of his pent up seed before she released his spent member and sat up on her knees. Ernie looked down to see his daughter open her mouth, his cum pooled on her tongue and spread across her face. Jackie wiggled her tongue, relishing the taste of his seed before she locked his gaze with her own and swallowed deeply. Opening her mouth she showed him that she had taken it all and felt his cock twitch at the sight.
“Good, glad to feel there is still some life in this old bugger,” Jackie said squeezing her father’s cock gently.
“Well it will be a little while,” Ernie warned her with a sheepish look.
“That’s okay dad. I know what we can do in the mean time,” she replied pushing herself to her feet and then sitting on the sofa.
Ernie watched as his only daughter pulled her feet up onto the cushions and spread her sex open before his very gaze. The hair covering her pussy was sparse and neatly trimmed, though the lips were puffy and wetness practically oozed from her open slit. Jackie slipped a hand down and held her distended tummy out of the way while the other hand opened her nether lips to his gaze.
“I need you to lick me daddy. I need to feel your tongue on my pussy.” Her voice cracked, filled with need. “Mark hasn’t eaten my pussy since I got pregnant. You’ll do it for me, won’t you daddy?”
Ernie couldn’t deny his baby girl anything in the world at that moment. He sat on the floor before the couch and pulled her into a more reclined position so that her ass was almost hanging off the couch. In this new angle he could maneuver around her baby filled belly and get his lips onto her sex. The smell of her aroused pussy was overwhelming and he was heady with her scent. Ernie slid his hands up his daughter’s trim legs and across her soft thighs until his fingers came to the edge of her pussy lips. Light as a feather he began to tease her with gentle touches.
“Fuck dad, don’t torture me,” Jackie cried out, thrashing against his hands.
Spurred on by her words he slipped two fingers into her sopping cunt with ease. As soon as the second knuckles on his fingers disappeared within her he could feel the contraction begin. She was cumming on his fingers already! Jackie’s breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to thrash her hips and increase the friction she felt. Ernie could hear his daughter babbling and moaning throughout the orgasm but all he could focus on was the feel of her pussy gripping his fingers tightly. He could feel his cock begin to stir at the thought of fucking her clutching cunt.
“Daddy is gonna eat you baby, gonna eat your pregnant little pussy,” Ernie said in a throaty whisper. He had deduced that she must enjoy the dirty talk considering how she had talked to him before and sure enough his words caused her to squirm and moan above him. He pressed his mouth into the humid intersection of her thighs and his tongue took a swipe from the bottom of her pussy to the top, bouncing on the nub of her clitoris.
“Oh god,” Jackie cried out, pressing her pelvis up into her father’s face. “Oh god yes, lick me daddy,” she whispered.
Ernie dove in with abandon. His tongue pressed into her open sex, trying to delve as far as he could. He teased her clit by rubbing and pinning it between two fingers. His tongue flickered over her clit as fast and as gentle as a butterflies wings. Jackie moaned and groaned against his assault, her hands holding her thighs and butt cheeks apart. Ernie returned to fingering his daughter with two fingers. Rapidly he was plundering her pussy with his hand, her juices flowing freely now covering her legs, his face and the couch cushion. In his haste Ernie pulled his fingers out completely and on his way back in missed his target and slid one greased finger into her anus. Jackie cried out in surprise but when he tried to remove his finger she stopped his hand. In her aroused state, the slippery finger did not hurt, it just felt full in a different way. Never having experienced any anal play before she was intrigued by this new sensation.
Catching on, Ernie slid the finger in and out gently as he continued licking her pussy. Her breath was becoming more ragged accentuated by gasps as he continued to play with her asshole. Bearing down he concentrated on licking her clit and soon he could feel the tremors of her orgasm begin to overtake her. Jackie’s hips began to shake and then it exploded everywhere at once. Gushing waves of her release washed out of her pussy and covered Ernie’s hand as he felt her asshole convulse tightly around his finger. Her over sensitive body jerked whenever he moved his hand so Ernie pulled free from her and crawled onto the couch to hold her tightly in his arms.
After long moments of heavy breathing Jackie finally turned her face up to her father and kissed him deeply. She tasted herself on his tongue and lips and relished the thought that her mother might taste the same when Ernie kissed her good night. The absolute wrong of having sex with her stodgy mother’s husband was a delicious little thrill that sent tiny shock waves down through her pussy. The child parent battle that had raged for years through adolescence and early adulthood had never truly been resolved, simply set aside through the maturation process. Now, in the after glow of the best orgasm of recent memory, Jackie was suddenly driven to one up her mother.
“Daddy, I need you to fuck me,” Jackie said innocently. “I need you to put your hard cock in my pussy and show me what a woman is supposed to feel like. I need you to be the man my husband could never be.” Deep down Jackie understood her father’s true desire in fucking a pregnant woman was to possess that which belonged to someone else. The taboo thrill of doing something so dishonest was such that it overrode any rational thinking. Her father’s motivation to have sex with a pregnant woman was the same as her’s to have sex with her father, to claim something that belong to another. In her father’s case it was the son in law he never thought was good enough for his daughter. For Jackie it was the prudish mother who took her father’s attention for granted.
Jackie slipped from her father’s arms and knelt on the floor, pushing a pillow underneath her belly for support. Her legs were spread open and her sex was wide open, unable to repel any invader. Wetness glistened on her thighs and trailed down to her knees. The lips of her pussy were red, swollen and gaping, awaiting for the insertion that she knew would come. Ernie knelt behind her, his cock rising slowly at the sight before him.
“Oh daddy,” Jackie cooed, “fuck me with that big, hard cock. Fuck me deeper than Mark ever has.” Ernie growled with desire, his cock becoming stiffer at her words. Stroking himself a couple of times, he lined up his cock with her matted cunt and drove deep into his daughter in one plunge. “Ohhhhh!” Jackie cried, bracing herself on the carpet against his lunge. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jackie panted. His cock filling her nicely, rubbing inside her sheath places she had forgotten since the last time a man had possessed her.
“Am I better than mother?” Jackie asked between thrusts. Ernie toyed with the thought that his wife would catch them in the act. He could feel the anger and jealousy his wife would have and it spurred him on. “Tell me dad,” Jackie insisted, “is it better than mom’s?”
“Oh fuck yes baby,” Ernie answered, punctuating it with a long slow thrust while his thumb circled her asshole. “You are so much better than your mother ever was. Your body was made to be fucked and I can tell you just love it.”
“Oh yes, daddy, I do love it. I do love your long hard cock fucking me,” Jackie assured him, wiggling her ass back onto him when he paused in his rhythm. “Tell me I’m better than mommy, I want to hear it again. Tell me how much you love fucking me, daddy,” she pleaded.
“Oh baby, I love your pussy. I can’t believe I’m actually fucking my daughter. The one girl in the world I’m not allowed to fuck and here I am fucking her on my living room floor. I love fucking you baby and you are so much better than your mother ever dreamed of being.”
Jackie’s eyes rolled back in her head as her father’s words washed over her. In a distant world she could feel his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, the thrilling feeling was there, but muted. It was his words, his elevation of her sexuality, her body, her everything over her mother that made Jackie slip into ecstasy. Her possession of her father’s desire burned through her and suddenly it clamped down on his thrusting member and Ernie could feel the orgasm wrack her body as if she were a sail in a storm. Twitching spasms rocked her body as she came again and again on his rock hard cock that was embedded in her pussy.
“Oh god,” Jackie whispered at last. Her father was still now, amazed at the physical response she had undergone. “Are you ready dad?” she whispered at last. “Are you ready for me to give you what you need?” Ernie could only nod when she looked back at him over her shoulder. “Fuck me daddy,” she rasped sweetly. “Fuck me like the bad girl that I am. Fuck me hard, the way Mark has never been able to do.”
Ernie began stroking in her pussy again, his cock had softened some while she had recovered from her orgasm but it was rapidly hardening now at her words. ;
“Oh god, you are so deep daddy,” Jackie cried out. “It hurts when you go so deep,” she said but when Ernie tried to slow up she slammed her hips back and took him fully again. “Don’t worry daddy, I can take it. I like how it feels. You can hurt me a little, if it feels good to you.” Soon Ernie was riding her plump rump for all he was worth. Sweat poured from his brow as he tried to achieve a second orgasm within an hour of the first, a feat he had not done for a number of years. His cock was harder than he could ever remember it being and Jackie knew he was close.
“Daddy,” Jackie said in her sickly sweet voice, “next time you can get me pregnant.”
The very idea of making his daughter pregnant was more than he could handle. Ernie saw stars as the orgasm tore through his body and Jackie swore she felt his seed reach her womb. He gripped her fleshy ass for all he was worth just to keep upright for a long time before he simply slumped to the side and lay on the carpet breathing heavily through his mouth.
Jackie wanted nothing more than to fall asleep right where she was, in the middle of her parents living room with her father’s seed seeping out of her well used pussy. She knew better though so she got up and cleaned herself and then helped her father get his clothes back on. Once she poured him into his recliner with a beer she kissed him on the mouth.
“See you next week, daddy.”

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My Cousin And Her cam.

I knew I should have moved on and not be looking, but something held me, I stood still.
Her naked body was so beautiful, her breasts, larger than mine, held my eyes, I found I couldn’t drag my eyes away, I saw her lifting them as she dried around each one, God but they were beautiful.

Owning my Parents

Owning my Parents
At a somewhat early age, I became fascinated with the BDSM lifestyle. Just because a person becomes fascinated, it doesn’t necessarily mean that they have the ability to dominate or submit to another person. A person has to seek out the truth, and so…this is where my story begins…
I was 23 years of age, attending college and like a lot of students…to curb costs; I was living at home with my parents. Living at home had its good points and truly, only one bad point. The bad point…not too often, did I have the house all to myself. So, the only sexual enjoyment that I ever felt in my bedroom was between my hand and my cock and yes; my creative mind. The good points outweighed the bad points though. My mother cooked all of my meals, she did all of my laundry and as embarrassing as it sounds; she still made my bed. I was the only child and at my age, I was well aware that my mother still spoiled me. My father didn’t interrupt my mother’s enjoyment in spoiling me. My father wanted me to graduate so that I could eventually become gainfully employed…and too, he expected me to mow the lawn.
And so, my fascination began while I was writing my thesis on the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle. What would cause a person to want to serve another person in an un-conditional manner? What makes a person want to become enslaved to another person? Why would a person want to be disciplined as an adult? Many more questions came to my mind…and in time, through research alone, I was able to provide answers to my many questions. The part of my thesis that I enjoyed the most was when I was able to interview those who were active participants in the lifestyle. I was able to gain insight, a sense of understanding into both the submissive and dominant roles. I could easily see myself in the dominant role…and so, my creative mind, to include my hand; I masturbated on a regular basis.
I completed my thesis…I graduated with a Master’s degree and became gainfully employed. I eventually moved into my own apartment. On the day of my move, my mother cried…my father gave me a firm handshake. I knew that my parents were proud of me; I knew that they loved me.
Eventually, I learned how to cook. I learned how to do my own laundry and every morning; I made my own bed. I was truly enjoying my independence…and still, I only lived on the other side of town from my parents. On the few occasions when I dated…if the opportunity presented itself, I was able to bring my date into my home and into my bedroom. Remembering my research on the BDSM lifestyle…I often found myself wanting to introduce the lifestyle to my dates; I wanted to dominate them. It just never materialized…and so, my creative mind along with my hand often made contact. I came to the realization that I wasn’t going to meet anyone, say…in the mall or at the ball park…or in the same company as I worked in.
One of the questions I asked the participants during my research was “how” people connected. They always mentioned the inter-net. I found myself joining a web-site that they had mentioned. And so, in the quietness of my home, I began to search for the right person…and I was amazed that there were other people in my small conservative community that shared the same interests as I did. The first thing I did after joining…I used the search engine and typed in the word “submissive.” The age factor became an issue…eventually, I had to widen the parameter and more and more personal ads came into view.
I was pleased to see that most everyone who had placed a personal ad also, had included a few photos. Aside from a small description, they listed a number of activities that they were interested in pursuing. My heart was beating a mile a minute…in the back of my mind; I was hoping that I was going to find my soul mate. Out of curiosity alone, I widened my search…I had noticed that there were couples who had placed personal ads. “Go figure,” I said to myself, “there are submissive bi-sexual couples.”
Again, I was finding myself becoming fascinated with the many colorful personals that I was reading. And then my jaw fell to the floor…an image of my father and mother came into view. I couldn’t believe my eyes. In one photo, my father and mother were standing side by side; fully clothed…my yard was in the background of the photo! A few partially nude photos showed both my parents wearing collars. Another photo had them standing side by side, naked with their backs facing the camera lens. Then another photo showed them standing in front of the camera lens; they stood completely naked. I had never seen my parents in this state of dress…or lack, thereof. After viewing their photos…I found myself reading the interests that they wanted to pursue.
I turned my computer off… and stepped away. I was fully aware that I had taken the time to view my parent’s photos; I had read their bios. What was I going to do? How was I supposed to react? Stepping away from the computer…I was hoping that I was going to wake up from a dream…returning to my computer, re-visiting the web site; my parents personal again came into view.
My parent’s personal ad: “My husband and I are seeking to build a Master/slave relationship that is perfectly tailored for us and for the man that will eventually own us. We are a married bi-sexual couple, very much committed and in love with each other. We are both very willful, energetic people…however; we both believe that we were wired from birth, to serve a man in an unconditional way. We are both strong-minded and intelligent, career minded…our child has graduated from college; we seek to serve a man in an unconditional manner.
Both my husband and I are seeking a kind and yet, firm Master…his word to us will be law. We hope to find a Master that will push us to becoming better people, than we already are. Together, my husband and I are seeking to build a deep, loving bond that is more powerful than any vanilla relationship could ever be.
My husband and I are not jealous of each other…so we have no problems sharing and being shared by our Master. We seek to be trained in such a way, that we’ll both be able to anticipate your needs; we want to exceed your expectations. We both want to be close to you…we want to feel that we are equally necessary in your life. We want you to know that the simple, the mundane things that are beneath you, are in the hands of your capable slaves so that you may focus your concerns on greater things.
We are hopeful that you will appreciate our level of intelligence…our level of devotion and obedience. We are seeking a strong friendship/relationship and the security that goes with it. We are not looking to be shared with another person…or group of people. We expect our Master to be disciplined and very strict in matters of obedience. We expect to be molded through whatever means you deem necessary…so that we may become your perfect slaves. Speaking for myself, I know that the training will be hard…you will have to break this willful personality of mine…and though I may fight back; I expect all of my limits to be pushed until I fulfill your desires.
My husband and I are masochists, we respect bondage and we both get turned on by having control taken out of our hands. We wish to have our normal habits, train of thought and rituals removed…we will respect and always speak to our Master in a respectful and polite way. A collar is the most sublimely beautiful form of jewelry and we both feel it’s an exquisite symbol of devotion.
Experience isn’t a necessity…we ourselves are new to this lifestyle.”
Each and every time I stood up and moved away from the computer…with every passing day; I found myself returning to the web-site. Each and every time that I read their bio and looked at their photos…I knew that I was becoming more and more aroused. I was seeing my parents in a different light, so to speak…aside from their smiles; I began to notice how attractive they both were.
My father was nearing 50 years of age…having been a mailman all of his life; he kept himself in shape. He had a vast array of hobbies…he had a passion for fishing, playing golf; he supported me in everything I chose to do. Looking at my father in the photo, standing side by side with my mother…I couldn’t help but notice his naked form. He wasn’t muscular, his hair was slowly turning to gray…he stood 6’1” and he weighed close to 195lbs. His cock was visible in the photo, limp and covered by pubic hair…and I began to wonder if he was the same size as I was. My father was bi-sexual?? Up to this point in my life…I had never been attracted to a man. But I had to admit, my father’s ass was cute…nicely shaped.
My mother’s smile was seen in the photos…the same smile I had grown to love. My mother’s smile had provided me with such comfort and security. She was a nurse in the Emergency Room…having spent most of her life, helping those in need. And now, I was seeing my mother’s naked form. I had never seen my mother naked before…or for that matter, semi-naked. She always dressed in a very conservative way…even her bathing suit was a 2-piece. I couldn’t help but notice that my mother’s breasts were somewhat small in size…as a baby I knew that I had sucked her nipples for nourishment. My mother’s stomach was flat. Below her waist…a patch of pubic hair prevented me from seeing her pussy. Her ass was nice, round…and I began to wonder if my mother had ever had anal sex before.
After learning about my parent’s interest in the lifestyle…I tried to maintain a sense of normalcy. It was difficult to hear my mother’s voice on the phone. She continually asked me generalized questions…about my new job…if I was keeping company with any special lady… if I needed anything…to make sure that I made time to visit, to have dinner with them. For those times when I had dinner at their home…that time proved to be very difficult. At the dinner table…though they were fully clothed and carrying on a normal conversation; I envisioned them being naked. When my father and I retired to the living room to watch television…though he was speaking to me, I wasn’t hearing his voice…I wondered about his bi-sexuality; I wondered about his submissive desire to serve. When my mother made her appearance in the living room…I wanted her to be seated at my knees.
Whether it was a right thing to do or not…I found myself masturbating to the thought of dominating my parents. I loved my parents…I didn’t view sex or sexual pleasure as being dirty or nasty. Though I had no experience in the lifestyle, I knew in my heart that I respected the roles. I just needed the opportunity…and if given the opportunity; I knew that I would find peace and resolve.
The more I thought of my parents…within my mind; I became confident. Could I persuade my parents to conform to my thoughts and wishes…could I actually have any sexual contact with my parents? I knew in my heart, that yes…I could persuade my parents to meet, to exceed my expectations…and yes, I wanted to expose myself to their sexuality. I wanted to exercise my right in disciplining them…I wanted to be the sole reason for their obedience.
On the wall of my mother’s kitchen hung a wooden paddle…it simply read, “fanny whacker.” On many occasions, in my mother’s kitchen…I had felt the sting of that paddle, along with my mother’s determination and strength. My father wore a belt for only two reasons. One reason was to hold his pants in place around his waist. The other reason was to strap my naked butt…and he was quite proficient in accomplishing that task. Yes, I grew up knowing that if I had mis-behaved or was seen as being a bratty kid…then without question; I knew that my parents would discipline me. I can never remember a time when I didn’t cry like a baby after a spanking…and always; I knew that my parents loved me.
I can recall the last time I masturbated; my parents were of course, the subject of my thoughts. It was in the morning hours…the night before, I had masturbated with my parents in mind…now, 7 hours later; they were again in my thoughts. My cum had flown from my pee slit…my voice had risen in pleasure and I lay peacefully in my bed, though un-satisfied. I then stood in my shower…I had found my confidence and I needed answers. I phoned my mother and asked if I could come over that night for dinner.
My mother cooked a beautiful dinner…both my father and mother knew that I had something important to say to them. Throughout dinner, they tried to get it out of me…as to what I wanted to say. I repeatedly told them that what I had to say could wait until after dinner. I realized as I was speaking to them, that my voice was precise and sharp. I knew they were being persistent because they cared for me; they loved me. At long last, it seemed as if my parents came to the realization that I was only going to speak to them when I was ready to talk…and they seemed to take a submissive approach in being silent. I felt empowered…and from that moment forward, I controlled the subject matter for everything that was said at the dinner table.
After dinner, my father and I went into the living room to watch television. Just like clockwork, when my mother had cleaned up the kitchen; she joined us. I asked my father to shut off the television…and when the room grew silent; I mentioned the web site. My mother’s eyes grew wide…in fact; she had a horrified expression on her face. My father looked into my mother’s direction…as if he was seeking guidance from her. I had to repeat my question twice, “has anyone responded to your personal ad?” My mother’s eyes were blinking furiously, and in a soft voice, I heard her say, “A few people have…but, we haven’t met with anyone.”
And so, my parents had only been communicating with others via e-mail. I also found out that my parents curiosity was reached because of my thesis. My mother explained to me that she had read my notes, then the final draft…that she had shared this information with my father. They were seeking something new in their marriage. They were already aware of their bi-sexual interests…from time to time my mother explained to me, that they had engaged in an open marriage concept. All throughout our conversation, my father had remained quiet. In many ways, this was an expected trait of my father…he often would let my mother take the lead.
My thesis had proven itself to be a very powerful tool. And so, I explained myself to my parents. “I need to learn more about the lifestyle and I realize that I can’t without exposing myself to someone. It’s finding that person or persons that can be difficult. But, I need to learn the truth behind my feelings.” I was aware for the first time, that my parents had read my thesis…and I quickly came to the realization, that they must had listened to my words; to my emotions.
This is when my father spoke up, “Terry, I know this must be a surprise to you. But, are you upset because your mother and I wrote the personal? Are you upset because we want to pursue this lifestyle?”
“No, I’m not upset.” Looking into my father’s eyes, I heard myself say, “I want to be your mentor, your dominant…I want you and mom to be my slave, my servant; I want to be your Master.”
The living room grew very quiet. There was no turning back…a very eerie and uncomfortable moment seemed to go on forever. It was my mother who finally broke the silence, “Terry, that’s impossible. We’re not experienced in the lifestyle…but we know that it involves sex and sexual pleasure. What you’re asking…is that we engage ourselves in a pre-meditated incestuous relationship.”
I was expecting this question. Before the idea was even considered, I had thought of the incest implications. “We know each other…were not strangers. There’s a risk and safety factor that should be considered…and I’m speaking for myself, as well as for you. It only makes sense that we discover the lifestyle together. My goal is to build a bond…so that you and dad can feel safe enough and feel connected with me so that you’re able to unleash your create minds and give yourselves to me…and yes, I want to focus my attention on your wants, needs and fantasies.” I allowed my few words to settle into their brains. And then, I continued. “Many people view incest as being an abusive situation…mostly because an older family member is pushing themselves on a younger person of the same family. I understand that. In my mind, there’s no difference between that situation and a person who rapes an unwilling person. What I find appealing is that we’re consensual adults…we already trust each other, we already can define our love for each other…so in my mind; it feels right.”
My attention turned to my father. “Ok Terry…I’m putting you on a pedestal so to speak. How would you even begin to dominate me?”
My answer came very quick. “You need to acknowledge my voice…when I speak; you have to accept that I’m your authority. Questioning my authority in any slight way…I will discipline you.” My father was looking straight into my eyes as I was speaking. “Go into the kitchen and bring me the fanny whacker.” A moment or two passed…I heard my mother gasp…and yet, my father stood up and left the living room towards the kitchen.
When my father was away from ear shot, I turned my attention towards my mother. “After I’ve given Hank his spanking…you can expect a trip over my lap.” My mother didn’t say a word…however, her eyes grew very wide.
I was empowered…I’m not sure how all of this transpired, but it was unfolding right before my eyes. My father returned to the living room and in his hand, he held the fanny whacker. My heart was beating a mile a minute. In my mind, I had rehearsed this moment…but now, the moment was at hand. I knew my father was testing me…I sensed from the beginning that he was expecting me to relinquish what little control I was trying to grasp. Standing to my right side, I reached out…quite true, I simply reached out and began to undo my father’s pants. My hands were shaking…my heart was beating a mile a minute. He stood motionless…and I was acutely aware that his erection was showing. I began to feel my cock stiffen…the only sound, aside from my heavy breathing and my mother’s gasps, was my father’s zipper being lowered. At last, he was standing wearing nothing but his white underwear.
I didn’t ask my father to place himself across my lap…I told him to place himself over my lap. I allowed my mind to recall the many times I had felt the fanny whacker…and my intent was not to “pay back” those painful memories. Those spankings that I had endured were earned…and my parents had always disciplined me with love. My father’s weight was over my lap…his erection was felt against my body. I looked at my mother…she was seemingly in a state of shock. I had never spanked anyone prior…but, I wanted to own my parents. I wanted to experience the moment, to test the truth of my thoughts…and so, my hand raised itself and the sound of the paddle making contact with my father’s bottom echoed throughout the living room.
The spanking had begun and my father quickly realized that his spanking wasn’t to be seen, as being a game. I held my father in place…I placed my leg up over his legs, seemingly pinning him in place and my voice was then heard. “From this moment forward, if I have to correct your behavior, or question your level of obedience…you will be properly disciplined.”
Spank! I wasn’t using my strength…I didn’t need to. The fanny whacker was made of a hard wood…and when it connected, the sound was distinct…and too, the sound of the recipient, as was the case of my father; his cries were sincere.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! A quick procession of spanks…and each time the fanny whacker was felt; my father cried out.
I have no idea how many times the paddle connected to my father’s covered bottom…the number didn’t matter to me; I was seeking results. My father had remained over my lap…and I knew without question, if he truly wanted to escape; he could have. I had purposely spanked his thighs…and the unquestionable impression of the fanny whacker was seen against his white skin. My father was whimpering when I began to tug down his underwear. “Any and all spankings will always be completed on your bare bottom.”
The sensation of feeling my father’s erection against my body was incredible…there was no denying it; I wanted to enjoy my father’s cock. With my father’s underwear down around his ankles…I glanced over at my mother. She looked at me…without any words being said; it was as if she was aware that soon…she was going to be over my lap…receiving the same type of punishment. I thought it was interesting…tears were rolling down her cheeks. The fanny whacker took on a different type of sound…as it connected with my father’s bare bottom.
Spank!
And too, my father cried out…his voice; his anguish was heard in a different tone. And my hand continued to raise itself…again, my strength wasn’t my concern, it was the number of times the whacker came into contact with my father’s bare bottom. I was looking for the results…and soon after his underwear had been lowered…I came to the conclusion that my father had had enough. The whacker had left numerous marks on his ass cheeks and thighs…simple reminders that he was properly spanked by his son…and that feeling would be felt into his tomorrow. When I told my father to get up…when he was facing me, I saw the tears flowing down his cheeks. I also noticed his erection…it was quite attractive.
I pointed to a corner, “Go stand in that corner…and make sure your nose touches the corner.” My father struggled for those few feet, while his pants and underwear remained around his ankles. At long last, he stood in the corner with his hands down by his side. “Touch, rub or caress your bottom…and I promise you a return trip over my lap.”
My cock was straining to be released from the confines of my pants. There was no doubt in my mother’s eyes…she was acutely aware of my state of arousal. “Helen, I want you to approach me…stand to my right side.”
My mother kept saying over and over again, “Please no…I can’t do this.” At one point, my father looked over his shoulder. “Hank, if you remove your nose from that corner…trust me when I say this; you will feel the belt.” My father quickly obeyed me; my confidence was building.
I wasn’t going to stand up, I wasn’t going to approach my mother…my intent was not to force her to obey. My intent was to have her come to me, on her own free will. My voice was clear and precise. “You’re going to stand to my right side. You’re going to accept your punishment…and as I told Hank, if ever you misbehave or are seen as being dis-obedient; I will properly punish you. Now…stand up and approach me.”
My mother’s body was trembling…and I’m sure my father had a hard time staying in the corner…as it was; he was twitching from one foot to the next. When my mother was at my right side, I immediately began to work on the snap of her slacks…and I’m quite sure that my father had heard my mother’s zipper being lowered. With my mother’s slacks down around her ankles…I couldn’t help but notice the soft color of pink; her panties were beautiful. I could tell that she had a good bush protecting her pussy…the mound of her pussy against her panties was prominent.
I assisted my mother over my lap…already, she was crying. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was aware…was she able to feel my erection; her pink panty clad bottom was very appealing. Using my hand…I spanked; I covered my mother’s panty clad bottom with my hand. I noticed that my father had in fact, snuck a peek.
My mother’s thighs were pink…when I took the whacker in my hand, when I placed the wood against my mother’s panty clad bottom, it’s as if she was aware that a new painful sensation was about to be felt. She cried in earnest…her legs began to kick…and I made sure the sound of the whacker echoed off from the walls…followed by her high pitched wail.
Spank!
My strength again wasn’t the issue…I was seeking results. I had to place my leg over my mother’s kicking legs…and then, I gave her 10 sharp spanks using the whacker. Each time the whacker connected with her panty clad bottom…she wailed out in distress. When I reached for the waist band of my mother’s panties…her legs remained passive, she was crying and pleading with me…slobbering her words amidst her tears. To no avail…the two globes of my mother’s ass cheeks came into view. My mother’s ass crack came into view…and I readily noticed that the spanking she had already received had left her bottom quite red.
The same impressions that were left on my father’s ass cheeks and thighs…were clearly seen on my mother’s ass cheeks and thighs. I wanted my mother to feel the spanking into her tomorrow…and when my mother’s spanking was completed, I realized that she had no fight left in her. Beautiful marks were seen against both of her ass cheeks…the whacker had done its job.
When my mother was off my lap…I instructed her to place the hassock in the center of the room. It was an amazing scene…while my mother cried; she simply obeyed my every word. When I told her to approach my father…to remove his belt from his pants; she obeyed me. The belt was handed to me…interesting enough; my mother had doubled it prior to giving it to me.
“Hank, remove yourself from the corner. Helen, step into the corner…and make sure your nose stays in the corner. Move away from the corner and you’ll get the same lickin that Hank is about to get.” My father’s eyes grew very wide. And yet, he approached the hassock. “Over the hassock…and when you feel this belt biting into your ass and thighs, maybe you’ll come to the understanding that I’m taking ownership of you and Helen.”
My father’s ass was centered over the hassock…his arms were outstretched and seemingly he was trying to reach for the carpet…his legs were kicking in the air. With the belt in my hand…I gave my father 15 hard strokes of the belt. New marks appeared on his ass cheeks and thighs…my aim and strength was justified; my father cried out in pain. Yet, he didn’t move…he accepted his punishment. My mother remained in the corner…not once, did she look back over her shoulder. She remained passive, submissive…and continued to sob.
I allowed my father to remain over the hassock until his crying came to an end. It was an amazing feat…and an amazing discovery; I was energized and to be perfectly honest; I was horny! When my parents had stopped crying…they stood before me. “This isn’t just about sex and sexual pleasure…this is about your state of mind, as well as my state of mind. I’m going return to my apartment…after I leave, you both will get yourself ready for bed. You will have no sexual contact of any kind…this includes masturbating. If you masturbate or have any sexual contact…I will expect you to admit to this tomorrow morning. I’ll be here at the 9 o’clock hour and I will expect a hearty breakfast.”
I then left my parents alone in their living room. My cock was aching…willing itself to be freed from the confines of my pants. My orgasm came quickly…lying in my bed, recapturing the nights events; I was ready to take complete ownership of my parents. I no longer would ever need to masturbate again. They were going to be responsible for my pleasure…they were going to be the reason for my orgasm’.

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The Serpent and the Goddess

Asiara grinned to hear the clank of her body guards’ armor as they marched beside her. They had all insisted on coming to this parlay fully armed in their thick suits of metallic scales and face covering helms, but as they walked through the rapidly approaching dusk, she couldn’t help but think that it far too warm and pleasant an evening to be trapped within such restrictive armor.