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Posted by Metalotical 2 years ago  |  Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Masturbation  |  Views: 436  |  
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Marge Simpsons Secret Life


Part 1 "Best of what's around"

Edna Krabopple was through with her sex life. She was sick of a new loser
every night, and she couldn't stand using her vibrators, she needed a real
lover. *Fuck, I have to go to parent's night* She thought, as she finished
cumming using her trusty six-inch vibrator. She put her clothes back on, and
walked out of her single apartment with a sigh.

Parent's nights were always the worst, with parent after parent
complaining that their son or daughter is an idiot, and trying to pass the
blame onto her. Like it's her fault they screw this k**s up and aren't there
because they are too busy fucking the houseboy or smoking pot. Not that she
objected, but she didn't like getting called a "lousy fucking teacher" when
the k** was half-retarded.

When she got in, she saw that there was practically twenty parents she had
to meet with. *Shit*

"Ok people, I'm going to start with last names. Abrams, come up" was all
Edna could come up with, as she had to sit through several mind numbing hours
of parent complaints.

"Ok, and last call, the Simpson's?" She said, and then sighed. Bart was
the worst k** in her class, the local fuck-up and class clown. She saw Mrs.
Simpson come in to her room.

"Take a seat please. Is Mr. Simpson here?" She asked, trying to be polite,
but it was already 11 at night.

"Nooo, Homey went out for a drink." Marge said in her voice that could cut
glass.

"Ok Mrs. Simpson, your son Bart" Edna started, but accidentally knocked
over a cup of coffee that held various pencils and pens the janitor Willie
left there for the c***dren that didn't bring something to write with. She
went to get it, and Mrs. Simpson said "Don't worry Mrs. Krabopple, I got it"
Marge said as she went to the task of cleaning up the s**ttered mess. When
she bent over, Edna took a chance to notice Marge's beautiful ass. It was
perfectly rounded, not huge but it was well pronounced, with a visible crack
in the middle. She then got a wicked thought.

"Oh, look at the time, Mrs. Simpson, I'm afraid I have to go, you see
there's a state law that says a teacher can't stay after eleven in school,
or else they can be fined. Would you like to discuss your son over my house
sometime?" Edna said, trying to be as innocuous as possible.

"Well, I don't have anything planned for tonight, can we discuss it now?"
Marge said with her concerned voice as she returned the coffee cup. She
desperately didn't want her son being a fuck-up his entire life, and she
hoped that the woman who stood here teaching her all day might have some
unique insight, and the sooner the better Marge believed.

"Sure, just follow my car to my apartment." Edna said as she began to get
up. They walked out of the parking lot, and as Edna was driving back to her
house, she formed a plan in her mind. Get her d***k, then slowly seduce her,
it had worked with her all those years ago. *Mmmm...Lurleene* she thought as
she saw her turnoff. She turned, making sure Marge was following her, and
drove to her apartment.

"Right in here Mrs. Simpson" Edna said as Marge pulled up. Edna went to
her room, opened the door and waited as Marge made her way up. Standing at
the top of the stairs, Edna was able to see the top of Marge's breasts as
she made her way up. *God I'd love to suck on those*

"Ok, let's go" Marge said with a huff, she didn't like having to be here,
she and Homer were supposed to have sex tonight, and she knew that Homer
would be asl**p already. A shame, because she was really horny. *At least a
long boring conversation with Mrs. Krabopple would at least keep me from
going nuts in front of her*

Edna opened the door, and brought Marge into her house. "I'll be right
back. Would you like something to drink?"

"Sure, I'll have a..." Marge trailed as Edna walked away. She returned a
minute later with two glasses of wine.

"Here you go."

"Thank you Mrs. Krabopple"

"Call me Edna

"Call me Marge then.

"Mrs. Simpson, I have to be honest, your son is distracted during my
class. Have you ever talked to him about sex before?"

"No, nonononono, it's simply never come up before" Marge said.

"Well Mrs. Simpson, I think you should have a frank discussion of sex with
your son." Edna said as she topped Marge's glass. Marge had drank three
quarters of her glass, and she wanted some more. To hell with it, why should
she have to put up with this without a couple drinks.

"I want to role-play, Mrs. Simpson, I am going to ask you some common sex
questions, and you just answer them like you would to your son. Ok?"

"Shure" Marge said with an audible slur in her speech, and another drink
of wine.

"How often do you have sex?"

"Once a week"

"When was the first time you had sex?

"s*******n.

"Are you satisfied with your husband?" She asked as she put her hand on
Marge's thigh.

"Not nearly as much as I should." She said. Edna took the bottle and
refilled her glass.

"Marge, have you ever had sex with a woman?"

"No"

"Have you ever wanted to?

"yes

"Then kiss me" Edna said leaning closer. Marge kissed her without
thinking, then the realization of what she had done washed away the beer, and
she realized she was kissing her c***d's female teacher. And she LIKED it.

When they finished kissing, Edna said "Let's move this to the bedroom"
and Marge just nodded, her heart racing. She was horny, and very interested,
but it was also taboo, which just made it hotter for her. When they went into
the room, Edna jumped on it, and said "Kiss me"

Marge began kissing Edna, when Edna slowly began to fit her hand down
Marge's conservative dress, and take one of her breasts out. As she began to
play with it, Marge moaned in ecstasy, and began to get wet. Edna took off
her shirt, and her bra, releasing her large bouncing breasts. They were 38C,
and she had silver dollar nipples, which were already erect. Marge nervously
touched another woman's breasts for the first time, feeling their mass and
their sensitivity. Edna slowly moved her mouth down to Marge's breast, where
she slowly licked on Marge's nipple, exciting it even further, and making
Marge moan even louder. Edna went from breast to breast, stimulating each
nipple until Marge was so wet you could screw her with an elephant.

"Enough of the foreplay" Edna said, as she slowly took her skirt off, and
saw Marge quickly drop off her dress. "Lie down on your back, and open your
legs" Edna said. Marge did so, and she was rewarded with Edna's loving touch
down there. First she slowly began to rub one finger up and down her clit. It
was already well lubricated from before, and Marge shivered at the feeling of
someone else fondling her pussy, Homer wasn't into foreplay, unless it was
for him, and because of which, Marge hadn't been eaten out for years. Edna
slowly began to add a second finger, then a third. This was driving Marge
crazy, and she was getting incredibly wet and hornier. Suddenly Edna took her
hands away, and when Marge looked down, she saw Edna lowering her mouth to
her soaking hole.

Edna was licking all the juices out of Marge's sweet pussy, occasionally
pushing away a hair or two of long blue pubic hair. She could tell this was
killing Marge, and began to insert a finger into her pussy. Marge was shocked
at the intrusion, but in the heat of lust, she welcomed it. Edna slowly began
to place in another finger, slowly finger fucking Marge into ecstasy, each
motion drawing her closer. When Edna added a third finger, it drove Marge
over the edge, and she had one of the strongest orgasms ever as she convulsed
for two minutes. While she was cumming, Edna kept pumping away, and as soon
as she finished her first, she had another strong orgasm. After those two,
she was panting.

"That...huff....was....amazing" Marge eventually let out.

"Oh, we're not done Marge, come here and service me." Edna said as she lay
down on the bed. Marge slowly began to lift her sweaty body, and place
herself at the foot of the bed, to begin to please Edna. She had no clue on
how to munch carpet, but she did know how to masturbate, so she slowly began
to stroke Edna's pussy, the same way she had. Edna was getting wetter by the
moment, and she was moaning loudly. "Oh Marge, eat me out" She cried in
betwen moans. Marge didn't know why, maybe it was a mixture of the alcohol,
her lust, or the fact her mind wasn't in the mind it should have been, but
she lowered her tongue onto Edna's pussy, and tasted another woman for the
first time. She was amazed at the taste, and she began to collect more and
more of Edna's cunny honey. Marge loved the taste, and she began to lap it
up like a dog. This was killing Edna, as she hadn't had anyone service her
in the longest time, and when Marge began to put her tongue inside her pussy,
it drove her over the edge, and as she came hard she could only say.

"Oh....Marge....fuck...you're the best...uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh...lover I
have....oooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhh had!" She said as she nearly passed
out from the pleasure. It took her a couple minutes to catch her breath and
regain some composure, but as she did, she told Marge to come over.

"Marge, I want you to place your pussy at my mouth, and your mouth at my
pussy. We are gonna 69." Marge did as she was told, and she moaned as Edna's
lips were once again at her incredibly soaking pussy. She was going nuts as
she was eating a pussy and having hers eaten at the same time. Edna was
already riding the high she just had, and was getting closer and closer to
cumming again. She didn't want to yet, and slowly she inserted three fingers
into Marge again. This time though, she put in a fourth, which was making
Marge go insane. She added her thumb, and in one move, inserted her whole
fist into Marge. This brought a huge torrent of pleasure and pain. The moving
hand in her pussy, constantly going in and out made Marge cum again, but Edna
didn't stop. Instead, she positioned more of her hand inside of Marge, and
kept opening and closing her fist in Marge's pussy, stretching her pussy out
and making her cum over and over, Marge couldn't could the times she came
that night, but as Edna finally went on cloud nine with her orgasm. When they
both returned, they kissed right before they passed out.



Part 2 "Typical Situation"

Marge woke up in a foreign bed covered in sweat. She didn't know what was
going on, but she was very confused. When she saw Mrs. Krabopple lying next
to her, the memory came back like a wave, as memories often do. She
remembered the kissing, the, the oral sex...and fisting? *Oh shit oh shit oh
shit oh shit* She got up and began putting her clothes back on. When she went
to put her shoes on, she woke Edna up.

"Morning lover, going so soon?"

"I am not your lover!" Was all Marge screamed as she exited the apartment.
Marge got in her car, and tried to form an idea of what to tell Homer and the
k**s. She wasn't a lesbian, she knew it, and she had always loved men. Even
though last night was really good *this can't be happening*

Marge got drove into the house, she noticed everyone was still asl**p. *No
one even noticed, what a bunch of ungrateful bastards* Marge began setting
the table and cooking, but all she could do was think about how hot last
night was. Every time she moved her legs she could feel how sore her pussy
was from last night. It was stretched, and very sensitive, she could feel
every little vibration.

Eventually the f****y Simpson came in, ate, and went out. Marge went about
her day, although she was coonstantly horny, and she even masturbated twice
that day, although she kept thinking of her and Edna's crazy night right
before climaxing. *I need to break it off* she reasoned *I need to get some
closure, I'll call her tonight* she said right after her second orgasm in
that masturbating session.

At six o clock, Marge called information and got Krabopple number. She
called her a little later, to be sure she was still there.

"Hel-lo?"

"Hi, Mrs. Krabopple.."

"Edna"

"Mrs. Krabopple, I wanted to talk to you about last night, I"

"Sorry Marge, the line is faulty, if you want to talk, you have to come
down here." She said while imitating fuzz and she hung up the phone, pissing
Marge off.

"k**s, Homey, I'm going to the store, I might be gone awhile!"

"Ok" they said unanimously

Marge went out in her beat up car, and as she drove over small little
potholes, she began to get excited. *Focus Marge, don't give into temptation
again* When She got at the apartment building Edna lived in, she knocked and
heard Edna say "Come in"

When Marge got in, she was amazed to see a huge box full of different
sexual toys. There were dildos, vibratos, double ended dildos, butt plugs,
breast milk pump, clit rings, nipple clamps, whips, chains, handcuffs,
bandanas, Chinese pleasure balls, and some ice. *What a cheap whore*

"There you are Marge" Edna said as she entered in a robe very loosely
covered, and a pair of Victory Secrets sexy underwear. She is also holding
two glasses of wine. "Care to join me?"

"NO! I don't want to have a relationship with you, not now, not ever!"
Marge said, and she meant it.

"Well, if that is the case, then why did you come here?" Edna replied,
coolly and calmly "What?" Marge said perplexed "Well, I wanted to let you
know I didn't want a relationship with you."

"You could have left a message, or not said anything." Edna said.

"I didn't want to be rude" Marge said sheepishly.

"Mmm Hmm... Tell me something Marge" Edna said with a note of sarcasm.

"Ok, fine" Marge said, frustrated.

"Honestly, did you enjoy last night?" Edna said, as she cocked an eyebrow.

"Honestly.....well, it was probably the wine, but yes, if it makes you
happy, I did like last night. In fact I loved it." Marge said a bit more than
she meant to say.

"Then why don't you want to be with me?

"Because I'm a happily married woman!

"If you were so happy" She started as she moved closer towards Marge "Then
why did you stay?" She said as she took anther step "I think" step "That you"
step "Don't want to" step "admit" step, she was not directly in front of
Marge "You love it more than anything you've ever loved before"

"Well, ummm..

"Kiss me Marge, kiss me!" She said as Marge was stumbling in between
words. Marge was excited, and after a minutes thought, she leaned in and
kissed Edna straight on the lips. When they finished kissing, Edna said
"Before we continue, I want you to admit"

"Admit...?" Marge said

"That you're a dyke. That you love a pussy in your mouth just as much as
a dick in your pussy." Edna said with a bit of authority.

"I...am a dyke."

"Very good Marge, I want you to tell me something, have you ever had any
fantasies?"

"Fantasies?"

"Yeah, some people like to believe they're banging a movie star, or that
they can screw a cartoon figure."

"Well, some people are fucked up"

"Nonetheless, have you ever had any fantasies?"

"Well...there was this one, but...no, it's stupid"

"No Marge, what is it?"

"I always kinda liked being dominated by someone, being someone's sex toy,
their subservient sex slave."

"Come over here" Edna said as she walked to her box of sex toys. She took
out 2 pairs of handcuffs, and an eight-inch dildo. "Marge, get on the bed."
Marge did as she was told with a giggle. "Put your arms on the posts." Marge
did, and Edna quickly attached the handcuffs, trapping Marge, and giving her
no choice as to what she can do. Edna slowly pulled off Marge's clothing,
taking her time as Marge quivered in anticipation. Edna took the dildo, and
began to rub it at Marge's pussy.

"Ohhh...yea...fuck me Edna..."

"What was that slave?"

"Mistress Edna" Marge cooed as Edna began fucking her. Marge was soaking
within minutes as she was living out her fantasy and being fucked as well.
Edna had six inches in her pussy, but just as Marge was close to cumming, she
took it out. Marge looked back to see what was wrong, and she saw Edna go
back and get another two pairs of handcuffs. Edna chained her legs to the
posts as well, leaving Marge's legs and arms spread out, and open to access.
When Edna returned, Marge said "Please, please, I need release Mistress
Edna."

"First slave, eat my cunt out" Edna said as she walked to Marge, and
lowered her pussy onn Marge's mouth as Edna sat on Marge's face. Marge was
going crazy since she couldn't do anything to make her cum, meanwhile Edna's
pussy was almost smothering her, but she loved the taste and she couldn't
stop eating, she was in a sexual fervor. When Edna finally came, she sat
completely on Marge's face, forcing her to eat every drop up. And eat she
did, until she was covered in Edna's wet juicy cum.

"Now slave, you can come" Edna said as she rammed eight inches into
Marge's pussy all at once, Marge gave a cry as the pain brought her over the
edge. Marge screamed as she came hard. Edna meanwhile went into her box of
goodies, and took out the milk pump.

"Marge, I was bored today and I went into your file in the school, and I
saw that you recently had a baby Margaret. I figured that we would be getting
a bit thirsty during this session, perhaps you could get us a drink?" Marge
couldn't understand what Edna meant, she didn't see the milk pump, but when
Edna turned around, and her face became pale.

"Mistress, you can't!" Marge protested

"Shh....it'll be all-good in a minute my slave" She said as she took the
pump to her breast. Marge moaned as it hit her already sensitive nipple, and
milk began to squirt inside. As the milk began to come in a more steady
fashion, Edna pulled a 9-inch vibrator, an 18-inch dildo, and two nipple
clamps and a clip ring. By the time she had returned, one of Marge's breasts
was completely drained, so she got a new bottle and drained the other. While
the second was being drained, Edna placed a clamp on her first breast, making
Marge bite her lip in pleasure and pain. Edna waited for the other to fill,
and placed a clamp there. Then she went and picked up the dildo. It was 18
inches long, had a head that was 2 inches thick and the rest was an inch and
a half, and it was jet black. Edna placed it at Marge's feet, and took out
the eight-inch dildo.

She placed the head in, and Marge cried in ecstasy. The sheer size of the
mammoth in her was turning her so incredibly on. Edna didn't need any
lubrication, as Marge's pussy was already wet from before. As Edna slowly
worked in the first six inches, she could hear Marge panting heavily, as
though she was working to fit it in. Edna kept pushing though, and soon she
had nine inches, half of the b**st inside Marge's stretched out and soaking
pussy.

"Marge, I just realized, you haven't anything to do with your ass yet!"
She said as she grabbed the vibrator.

"No mistress, please!" Marge begged

"Fine, I'll just let you suck on it" She said as she took the vibrator,
and placed it in the baby bottle full of Marge's own milk. Then she took it,
and placed it in Marge's mouth. Marge moaned as for the first time she tasted
her own sweet milk, and then suddenly Edna placed it on. Marge moaned at the
constant action in her mouth, as Edna resumed her work. Marge, still with the
taste of her own milk, was having her pussy violated. She could feel it
stretch out, as Edna fit another inch in, and finally she came hard again.
When she finished, Edna took out a strap on dildo, and placed it on Marge.

"Fuck me Marge, fuck me like the dirty whore you know I am! Hit me like a
grand slam in the ninth!" Marge heard, as Edna climbed on top of her and
lowered her pussy on Marge's large strap on cock. Edna got on top and slammed
down, making the b**st rub on Marge as well. Marge kept pushing back as Edna
kept slamming on the cock, trying to please Edna and also to cum herself.
Edna arched her back to fit more in her pussy, and soon she was filled with
the entire length. After a minute of this, she came with her back arched at
a 90-degree angle.

When she finished, she slid off the plastic strap on, and it was still
gleaming with her juice. Edna went back to her box of goodies and took out
another vibrator, and dipped it Marge's milk. She then took it and placed the
tip at Marge's puckered anus. Marge big her lip as she slowly pressed it into
the ring, and Marge cried out in passion. Marge had only been fucked there
once, Homer had wanted to try something different, but when he fucked her
there, he didn't use any lubrication, so it hurt so bad she could barely sit
for a week. But this time she had her ass sweaty from all the fucking, and
her milk helped lubricate it as she cried out, being violated but loving
every second. After a couple of minutes, Edna had worked the entire size up
her ass, and she left it there. Then Edna took the strap on and began to fuck
Marge's breasts. Marge was sensitive, like she always was after she was
drained, and the fact she had been having sex like this her nipples felt like
they were on fire.

As Edna continued fucking, she kept moaning harder as she was coming. Edna
took Marge's large breasts, aand brought them to her mouth so Marge could
suck on her own breasts. Marge was so turned on as she was biting her own
nipples. When Edna finished cumming, she took a bottle of Marge's milk and
poured it over Marge's face and breasts, covering her in her own juice. Marge
continued to suck on her own breasts, then suddenly Edna turned on the
vibrator in her ass, making her violent cum as she tasted her breasts milk.
When she had finished, Edna began to speak.

"Slave, you now have to follow my every demand. Do you understand?

"Yes mistress.

"First, you will stop having sex with your husband. No matter what. If he
tries to, say you'll yell ****."

"Yes mistress."

"Second, you will stop feeding your daughter breast milk. You will give
your daughter baby formula. You are to take your entire breast milk, keep it
preserved and deliver it to me. Not one drop goes elsewhere, understand?"

"Yes."

"Say it"

"Not one drop goes elsewhere mistress.,"

"Good, now third you have to wear a butt plug no matter where you go,
unless you are taking a shit. Even in the shower, even when pissing.

"Yes mistress

"Finally, you have a dog, right?

"Yes mistress

"If you ever get horny, you can only fuck your dog, you can't masturbate.
No matter what. If you do fuck your dog, you have to take his knot in your
pussy and let him blow his load in you, do you understand?

"yes mistress"

"Then go to sl**p Marge, tomorrow you start your new life as a slave."



Part 3 "Best of What's Around"

As Marge woke again, she was still strapped to the bed. Edna was in the
other room, and she was dressing.

"Oh, I forgot about you" she said as she unlocked the handcuffs. "I have
to go for the weekend, so you can't please me, remember the four rules." She
said as she exited the apartment. Marge got up, placed in the butt plug, and
put her clothes on and drove home. The butt plug in her body continually
rubbed up against her pussy, and she drove home. When she got home, everyone
was still asl**p, except the dog and cat, which were both running about
crazy. Marge let them out as she woke everyone up.

"I'm gonna go find the bunch of lawyers that keep trying to fuck Pal and
try to kill them all like all the gerbils on "Gerbil Genocide" on his site,"
Bart said as he put his red cap on and walked out
the door.

"I'm going to play with my friend Janey and try to find a direct
correlation between the mutated a****ls and the power plant." Lisa said as
she walked out.

"I'm off to Moes!" Homer blurted out as he walked.

Marge was home alone as she began to clean. When she walked, the butt
plug kept rubbing on her, making her incredibly horny. She remembered she
couldn't touch herself, so she continued her daily chores, no matter what.
After spending an hour on the laundry, she was about to burst, and she had a
huge wet spot on her dress. She went to put all the laundry in each person's
room, and as she went back downstairs to start lunch, she heard scratching.
*Shit, the dog* she thought as she let the dog in. He was big and wet, it
looked like he had run through a sprinkler.

The dog noticed the spot in her dress, and put his nose there to sniff
the weird smell from between the human's legs. When he dug his nose in,
Marge let out a gentle moan, and a wicked idea formed. She remembered that
Edna would let her fuck her dog, as long as she took the knot and let the
dog finish his load in her. She knew the dog hadn't fucked a bitch for years,
so he would be willing. Marge brought the dog to her room, locked the door,
and took off her dress. She got on her hands and knees, and said.

"Come on boy, can't you smeeeeeeeellll" She cried as the dog jumped on
her back and wildly began humping air. She reached back and helped guide the
dog's 10 inch pink member inside of her gaping soaked pussy. She moaned as
the dog began to hump her wildly. His entire cock shot right into her hot
box. He pumped wildly, as soon as he did, he could feel the dog's knot begin
to grow. She felt it, it was as big as a baseball. She moaned as it slowly
began to penetrate her, then as soon as she came, the dog slammed it all the
way in, making her cry out, which f***ed the dog to shoot his massive load
inside of her. The dog kept cumming and cumming for ten minutes! He
completely filled her pussy, and she felt so tight that she came again. The
dog stayed there, making sure that his bitch would have his c***dren. She
moaned at the thought of the entire dog cum swimming around in her pussy,
trying to make her pregnant. After half an hour, the dog's cock was small
enough to come out, with an audible "pop". She took the dog's dick, and took
as much cum as she could. She took all the cum and tasted it. It tasted great
to her, not as good as Edna's honey but much better than Homer's salty cum.

After the dog came out, Marge noticed it was still semi hard, and she got
a wicked idea. Moving her head down to the dog's cock, she gently placed it
in her mouth, and as soon as she did, the dog's cock grew to full strength
within thirty seconds. The dog, unused to oral sex, tried desperately to face
fuck Marge. The v******e and speed of the dogs fucking both turned Marge on
and made her scared. Santa's Little helper had his entire dick down her
throat, and his hairy balls kept banging Marge's face. The dog let out a howl
as he came, blowing another huge load all over Marge, most of it going
directly inter her stomach, but some of it covered her face.

Marge went to the shower to clean herself off, and as she turned the hot
water on and let her hair down, it was caught on something. Upon further
inspection she found that her hair had gotten stuck on her butt-plug, and
Marge had to spend 15 minutes trying to get it cleaned off, all the while the
plug was rubbing her pussy over and over again, making her more and more
excited. When she finally finished her shower, she realized she had to make
some lunch for everyone.

The rest of the day went just the same, except for the fact Marge was
constantly horny and nearly jumped on top of any phallic symbol she could get
a hold of. Later that night, as Marge was getting ready to go to sl**p, Homer
woke her up.

"Marge" Homer said softly "I was hoping we could 'Rock the Kasbah'
tonight"

"No Homey, I don't feel like it. I've got a headache" Marge was quick to
reply.

"Oh, but I wanna have sex now! Come on, please? Just a little bit?" Homer
asked in his five year old whine voice.

"I said no Homer, now go to bed!" Marge said with quite a bit of
authority.

"Awww, come on! I need this!" Homer pleaded.

"Fine Homey, just let me get myself ready" Marge said as she went to the
bathroom "Ok honey, but don't make me wait too long, don't let the Homey
fires....." He started as he passed out and began to snore with a hint of
drool cascading from his open lips.



Part 4 "Lover Lay Down"

Marge couldn't wait, she had been patient all weekend and finally her
master would be home. She couldn't wait to be pleased by her experienced
ways. It had been tough. The dog wouldn't walk the same for a couple of days
after she had her way, and Homer would be horny as all hell for a long time,
but she didn't care, she made it.

About 9:00pm she got a call.

"Well hello there, say, I have some stuff for your son Bart I want to go
over, I was wondering if you would be interested in coming to my place right
now?"

"I'm on my way!" Marge said quickly as she hung the phone up and ran out
the door without even giving the f****y a lame-ass excuse. She sped the
entire way to Edna's apartment, making sure she got there as soon as
possible. She carried the jug of her own breast milk, which was almost half
full. When she did enter, she found Edna wearing a leather corset.

"So slave, tell me, how was your weekend?"

"Agonizing. I couldn't stand being away from you for so long."

"Well then, why don't you get a bit more comfortable?"

That was all Marge needed, she quickly shed off every garment of clothing,
except her butt plug.

"Eat me out" was all Edna said, and Marge dropped to her knees quicker
than a white house intern :-) Marge began to slowly lick Edna's entire pussy,
while Edna continued to get wetter and wetter. Edna was getting incredibly
aroused, so before long Edna took a strap on and put it around Marge's waste.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard" Edna said as Marge thrusted. Edna came hard, it
was her first in days, and she shook violently for more than a minute. When
she finished, Edna took Marge to her bed, and pulled out her double-ended
dildo out. She eased it into her, and positioned Marge to do the same. Slowly
they spread their legs out, and grabbed each other's hands, and as they began
to push each other forward, they slowly fit it in so that it was entirely
inside of them both. As they fucked more and more, they both began to loudly
moan, and cry out in ecstasy.

Meanwhile

"What is mom doing here?" Lisa said as she opened the back passenger door
of her parents red car. She looked around for her mom, then she realized that
she was near the home of her b*****r's teacher, Mrs. Krabopple. "So she was
telling the truth" Lisa said under her breath. Lisa walked towards the
building, and started looking through the windows. All she saw through the
first was the Mayor with a busty redhead, a man eating alone, and a lady with
a room full of cats.

Suddenly, Lisa heard a moan from above. She stopped and listened again,
and she heard her mom scream out. Lisa ran towards the door, and found it
unlocked. She ran into it and heard the moans louder, as well as the teachers
to add onto. She saw the door half open, and when she entered it she saw her
mother and the teacher riding each other on a pink double dildo. They were so
engrossed in the moment and they were making so much noise that they didn't
hear for a moment the little girl come in, they only noticed when she saw
what her mom was doing, and passed out.

When Lisa came to, she was on the bed her mother and Mrs. K had been
fucking on, but there was a new sheet.

"Whaaaaa?" Lisa made out, confused

"Relax honey, you just passed out" Marge said sympathetically. She hadn't
planned on this, and she really didn't plan on telling her c***dren, so she
didn't know how to explain this to her girl.

"How long was I out for?" Lisa asked

"Almost half an hour honey" Marge said, and then watched her young c***d
as she remembered what happened.

"Mom, what were you and Mrs. Krabopple doing?" Lisa asked, wide eyed and
partially worried and partially intrigued.

Part 5 "What Would You Say"

"Well honey, you see, Mrs. K and I, we were, umm, uh..." Marge stumbled in
her speech, both of shame and nervousness.

"Having sex dear, we were having sex." Edna said as she entered the room
from behind Marge's head.

"Yes Lisa, we were, having....sex." Marge conceded the truth.

"Ummm....I thought only a man and a woman could, not two women." Lisa
tried to reason in her mind, she was going through a whole.

"Oh no dearie, any amount of people can have sex, from two men, two women,
a man and a woman, and a mixed pairings.

"But only married people in love are supposed to have sex I thought." Lisa
said.

"Hah! That's a good one Lisa. No, anyone at anytime can have sex with
anyone they want to, it's just a matter of concession and age, and a lot of
times not those." Edna said as though she was in a classroom. Lisa nodded her
head in agreement, this struck her as something interesting. She had heard
the boys in school say they had screwed girls, but she had always taken it as
just lies spread to increase their popularity. But now...

"So, then....can you show me?"

"Show you what honey?" Marge asked, her voice full of apprehension.

"Can you show me how to have sex?" Lisa said, unsure of the answer that
would be returned. Marge shuddered at the thought.

"Umm...honey, it really isn't something to teach someone you're age."
Marge said, hoping the answer would satisfy her. It didn't.

"If you won't tell me, I'll tell everyone in town" Lisa threatened. She
didn't really plan on it, but she knew her mom would fold. She had been at
church, and even if what her mom was doing was legal, it certainly wouldn't
go well with the church, or the town in general.

"Lisa, honey, please..." Marge started.

"No mom, I mean it!" Lisa yelled.

"Fine dear, come over here and I'll teach you." Edna said. She took her
robe off. "Lisa, take your clothes off, and listen to everything that I tell
you to do. Don't question my lessons." Was all Edna said.

Lisa quickly responded, and in under a minute she had shed her ugly dress
and shoes, and was naked in front of her mother and her b*****r's teacher,
who was completely naked.

"Lisa, I want you to just lie down and wait a second." Edna said as she
pointed towards the bed. Lisa lay down on her back. "Now Lisa, these here are
where your breasts will eventually grow. Right now your nipples are small but
soon they will grow, and respond to when someone touches them." Edna said, as
she massaged the c***d's nipples for a moment. Marge, who had been watching
the whole time, was getting slightly aroused, and she tried to cover the damp
spot that was forming in between her legs. Edna made her way down the young
girl's body, to in between her legs.

"See this right here?" Edna said as she began to stroke Lisa's little
clit. "This is your clitoris. It makes a woman aroused if a man rubs on it,
or if he even licks it or sucks on it. Would you like me to now dear?"

"Uhhh..." Lisa hesitated.

"If you're not prepared for it..." Edna started

"No, please, do it now." Lisa said. Edna slowly lowered her head to the
girls virgin lips, and began to stroke it. She continually rubbed all over
Lisa's pussy, which slowly began to get wet. Edna suddenly stopped, and
before Lisa could see, Edna replaced her fingers with her tongue. Marge was
getting more and more turned on, as the sight of her daughter being eaten out
was making unbearably hot. She tried to hide the fact she was slowly stroking
her own now puffy wet lips, but to no avail. Edna continued, and Lisa was
building up for the first orgasm of her life. Lisa felt like she was going to
erupt, that was how bad this was hitting her. When she finally came, she came
so hard she let out what seemed like pints of her p*****n honey all over
Edna's lips and mouth, which she greedily lapped up like a dog.

Marge slowly walked over, just in time to see her first daughter finish
off her very first orgasm. Edna quickly grabbed Marge, and threw her on the
bed, right next to her daughter.

"Lisa, come over here" Edna said.

"No, you can't" Marge said with a false amount of parental restriction.
She was incredibly turned on, and gave little other resistance. Lisa came up
and moved over to her mother's open legs.

"Lisa, stroke your mother's pussy, all over here" Was all Marge could
hear, as suddenly she felt the small hands of her daughter feeling her pussy.
The idea of her daughter feeling her pussy excited her. Over and over the
young, inexperienced hands went over her labia and clit, slowly learning the
contours of her mother's wet cunt. Suddenly, she felt the hands disappear,
and some talking. Then a tongue was suddenly on her, making her wetter and
wetter. When she looked down she saw her daughter's head buried in between
her legs, and that thought alone made her cum hard. Throughout her entire
orgasm, Lisa kept licking, and rubbing, which gave her smaller aftershock
orgasm. After she finished, her daughter, whose face was covered with cum,
said to her.

"Mom, will you eat out my cunt?" in her cute little old voice. Marge
couldn't resist, and she took her daughter and placed her on the bed. Marge
went down to her c***d's wet hole, and slowly began to caress it. Marge
brought her tongue out, and began to slowly lick and suck on Lisa clit. Edna
took this little intermission of hers and went into her box of goodies. Marge
never saw it coming, but suddenly Edna began to fuck her with an eight-inch
dildo. Marge moaned into her daughter's pussy, driving Lisa wild. Lisa was
trying hard not to cum yet, she didn't want to climax, she loved the
pleasure. With a cry, Edna filled Marge's pussy with the dildo, making Marge
penetrate her daughter with her tongue. Lisa moaned as she came, and before
long Marge also came. This was the first time she had been fucked while
eating a pussy. It would not be her last.

"Hey, huff, what's that?" Lisa said as she pointed at the pink strap on.

"That's a strap on dildo dear, women strap it onto themselves so they can
fuck one another. Would you like to try it?" Edna said.

"Sure, I guess" Lisa said, as Edna brought it over to her. The strap on
was nine inches long on the end that fucked the other women, and six inches
onto the fucker.

"Before you can fuck someone with this, you have to pop your cheery. Do
you know what that is?" Edna asked like a teacher.

"That's my hymen, but I already broke it once when I crashed my bike."
Lisa said, remembering the bl**d that came out of there that had freaked her
so.

"Ok dear, let's start" Edna said as she slowly began to penetrate the
young girl's wet vagina. Edna took the end to Lisa's slim opening, and slowly
began to work it inside the girls soaked hole. Lisa moaned as she had been
penetrated for the first time. She moaned as Edna inched the intrusion in
piece by piece. When it was all the way in, Edna tightened the belt around
the young girls waist. The phallic belt seemed extra large on such a small
girl.

"Lisa, go fuck you mom. Come on Marge say it."

"Lisa hon, please, screw me. Screw me hard" Marge said. She really hadn't
ever dreamt of having sex with her c***d, but she hadn't dreamt on having sex
with a woman either.

Lisa went over to her mother, and slowly entered the tip of the plastic to
the entrance to her mother's hole. She slowly began to fuck her, slowly at
first because she didn't know how, but she began to quicken slightly. Edna
was getting so hot and horny that she began to cheer them on.

"Go on, fuck your mom, fill her up. Stick it in further, fill it. Fill the
hole you came from. Fuck your mom hard. Fill her slut cunt. The slut pussy
that you came out of. Fuck the whore, deeper, make her feel your cock all the
way up her hole. Harder girl, faster, all the way. Stick in it further. Put
your whole meaty cock in your slutty mothers gaping fucking hole."

Lisa was getting hornier and hornier, as was Marge. Lisa was taking Edna's
advice and filled her mother's pussy with the fake cock. She could feel the
heat from her mother as she fucked it over and over, driving both of them
closer to ecstasy. Suddenly Edna lowered her head to the action, sucking
greedily on the juices that flowed there. The combination of her daughter's
fucking, Edna's sucking, and the forbidden lust of it all threw Marge over
the edge, and she came hard. Edna took out the strap on, and quickly threw it
down on throat, while Lisa still fucked. This sent Lisa over the edge as Edna
continued to push back, and Lisa had an orgasm so hard she knocked out. Edna
finished licking the juices off of the strap on and said to Marge, "That was
fun, we'll have to do this again lover."
... Continue»
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b*****r s****r Threeway

f****y means a lot to me. I'm basically the only man in the house because my dad is constantly working. So its just my mom and my two almost identical twin s****rs. Ever since I saw one of them naked when I was 13 by accident I've wanted to fuck them both. They do everything together even though they don't seem to like each other. They are constantly trying to out do the other often in the strangest way. There are all sorts of rumours at school about how they were dared to make-out on camp and they ended up fingering each other. I jerk off to the thought of it.

They are both shorter then me and having developed early look older then 18. They dress to impress with cute matching clothes that show way too much leg and shirts that always show a lot of cleavage. Rachel, who's 5 minutes older then Emma, dyed a streak of her hair brown a while ago to avoid the constant confusion, while Emma kept her blonde hair the same. I believe the rumours about them because they still share a room at 18 even though there is a spare and always make me wait a minute before I can enter to get something. I imagine it is so they can quickly put their clothes back on.

Summer is my favourite time of the year as they love to wear their slutty bikinis all around the house after lounging by the pool. Today is a really warm day and I just watched them rubbing lotion on each others back. i got a boner as I noticed that they were too willing to rub under their bikinis. My dad is treating my mom to a three week trip to Venice to make up for everything he's missed so my s****rs are bossing me around all month.

I had my suspicions that they were lesbians together but didn't have proof so I did a bit of spying that night after they sent me to bed. Our house has two stories and my bedroom is on the top floor with their bathroom downstairs only a short walk along the roof away. I've had a bath there before and know that there is a small sky window directly above the bath. So when we all went to bed I crept out of my window and along the roof and looked down. I could see Rachel lying there in the bath, unfortunately there were bubbles covering her tits and pussy but it looked like there was movement down there. I thought that she was masturbating and although I hadn't planned to I quickly started masturbating on our roof. I'd never really fully jacked off while I could see one of my s****rs before so it didn't take long for me to get ready to cum. I was just about to when a head emerged from the bubbles settled around Rachels cunt. It was Emma! I uncontrollably jizzed over the window and saw Rachel look up but I think I hid without her noticing me. When I looked again a few minutes later the roles were switched and Emma was the one getting a thorough licking from her s****r.

I masturbated three more times that night with the image now confirmed of my s****rs together and wondered if they would ever let me into their fun. The idea turned me on and I thought of a plan to do it. I knew for a fact that they were both willing to take a dick. There were at least ten people who could prove it. I prized myself on my 11 inch dick and thought i'd let them know about it and how hot I thought they were by not hiding my boner as i had every other time. I was always quite proud of how well I thought I could hide it.

A perfect time for me to try my plan arrived in the morning when I woke late to find my s****rs back to their usual lounging at the pool. After a had breakfast I put on my swimmers (They were my old ones from the year before that were really tight so that nothing would be hidden) and went outside for a swim. It was another hot day and I witnessed a much closer version of my s****rs rubbing lotion on each other. It didn't take much to get me hard but they didn't seem to notice me at all. I even tried floating on my back where my dick protruded out of the water under my swimmers, but they were only interested in rubbing each other. I was annoyed and without thinking I said, "Why don't you two just make out already?" There was a silence that seemed to go on forever before they looked at each other and started to laugh. They laughed for a while before Emma said "When did you find out?" laughing the whole time. I stood in the pool, speechless as Emma slowly turned to Rachel and started kissing her. Rachel eagerly kissed her back and they both let their hands wander around each other.

After a while Rachel started whispering something in Emma's ear. She laughed and they both turned to me grinning. "So", Emma said as she stood slowly, "What does our little b*****r think of that?" I nodded furiously, still unable to speak. "Wanna see more?" asked Rachel. I continued to nod dumbly. Rachel stood up too and began undoing Emma's bikini top. I watched it fall to the floor and looked up to see my s****rs tits being rubbed by my other s****r. Rachel's bikini fell to the floor a minute after Emma's and they just stood there, massaging each others tits. Suddenly they stopped and looked at me. "Well", said Emma, "what do you think". I managed to say how sexy they looked. They laughed and told me to have a closer look.

As I got out of the door, they both noticed my obvious boner and made oohing noises. i watched from a closer distance as they started to make out while touching each others tits. After a while I went in closer and started to stroke Emma's arm. As I did, she moved her hand along me leg and onto my crotch and started to feel my dick through my swimmers. I felt another hand and realised that Rachel was doing it too. All my dreams came true and I felt myself shoot a load inside my swimmers. They stopped when they realised and Emma said, "Wow we must have gotten you really excited. Do you think you can go again?". I said something like hell yeah and they both laughed and led me inside onto the couch inside.

Before I could sit down they both helped me out of my pants and admired the size of it and how wet it was from my cum. They looked up at me and Rachel said, "We'll take care of you" as emma started licking the tip of my dick. Rachel joined her and their tongues met on a sticky patch at the tip of my penis. Then Emma put her whole mouth around it as Rachel started to massage my balls. Soon she was sucking my balls as her twin s****r choked on my fully erect cock. I started to f***e Emma's head onto my dick as I felt close to cuming again. As i felt myself beginning to cum I said, "I'm cumming". Immediately Emma released my dick from her mouth and the two knelt there with there tongues out. I squirted an equal amount of my cum on each of them and as I stood there panting, they started to lick my cum off each others faces and ended up passionately kissing with my cum in there mouths.

By this stage they were really frisky and Emma went down and started to slurp up Rachel's pussy, making loud slurping noises as she did. As I watched and listened to Rachel moaning, I felt myself get hard again. I crawled under Emma, who was kneeling on the couch and looked up to see straight into her pussy, which was wide open as her legs were apart. I hesitantly licked her and felt her body move around my mouth. I kept licking to discover she was already quite wet and her cum tasted amazing. I buried my face into her shaved pussy until my dick felt like it was about to burst. Then, I came out and started to rub the tip of my dick up and down her ass. As I reached her pussy, I gently penetrated. It felt so tight and wet with cum. I couldn't control myself and shoved my dick into her as far as it would go. I heard her squeal, her mouth still full with Rachel's cunt. I thrust in and out of her getting faster and faster, holding on to her soft ass as I did. I felt her whole body shudder as she came on my dick and after a few more thrusts I shot my warm sperm into my older s****rs pussy. I pulled my dick out and watched my cum flow out of her pussy.

"My turn now b*o", said Rachel. "I don't know if I can go again yet" I said but she said not to worry about it and began sucking on my dick again. She went deeper and faster then Emma did and my dick eagerly rose again for my oldest s****r. After making my dick nice and hard, she lay down on the sofa facing me and spread her legs with a frisky grin on her face. I went straight in and was pumping into her with everything I had. At some stage, Emma climbed on top of her and practically sat on her face, allowing rachel to lick my cum off her pussy. After a few minutes of fucking my s****r, Rachel moved her hand up and shoved a finger into Emma's ass. She wriggled her ass on top of the finger and started riding it. Rachel added an extra finger, which inspired me to put a finger up her ass. I felt her cum almost as soon as I did and I came for the fourth time that day straight into her soft wet cunt.

The next few weeks were great fun. I don't think I left the house once. I was naked practically the whole time and lost a lot of sl**p because me and my s****rs stayed up so late fucking. They were so cool. Whenever I wanted to try something, at least one of them would be willing to do it, which encouraged the other to get onboard as well. I fucked both their asses, watched both of them scissoring each other and gave them countless cumshots. They were so horny that they were ready to fuck all the time. When I woke up they were already fucking or feeling frisky.

Of course it changed a bit when mom and dad got home but every night they let me watch them in the bath from the roof and when they weren't home we got up to a lot of wild fucking. ... Continue»
Posted by qwertyu54321 1 year ago  |  Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Taboo  |  Views: 10321  |  
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the simpsons female dominance chapter 1

I DO NOT OWN THE SIMPSONS AND IN THIS EVERYONE IS 18 AND OLDER.

bart woke up one morning to find that he was tied to the bed another thing he noticed was that he was in his aunts bedroom. "well well well look who's up" said his aunt patty as she walked in with selma, and marge.
they were all in a nurse type outfit then he noticed that there was medical equipment in the room.
"we are going to conduct medical experments on your genitals" said selma. then she pulled out injection and sounding equipment.
"please why are you doing this" bart pleaded "because we have grown tired of men walking over us like were dirt" marge said "and the genitals are the cause we already ruined other mens genitals now it's your turn" selma said the she put a gag in his mouth "what should why do first how about we make his penis super erect to the max!" marge said looking at his 8 inch flacid penis "ok,hmmm lets make it 25 inches flacid and while thats happening well come back tommorow to make it to the max and not just that he is already a freak of nature i mean look at his cock." patty said "so it's going to be 25 inches flacid then wont it be 35 inches hard" asked marge pulling out the injection out of barts penis. "yes then well ruin him like we did the other men" patty said "do you wanna know what we did bart,no well ill tell you anyways when we got the other men to full erection we put it in a giant hotdog bun and ate it." she said smiling wickedly "in other words we cannibleized it and used the balls as meat balls." she said putting a large sound slowly into his penis.... Continue»
Posted by jezze 3 years ago  |  Categories: Celebrities, Hardcore, Taboo  |  Views: 606  |  
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simpsons Edna knows best part 1



Anal, oral, vaginal, Dom, i****t



Bart Simpson was 18 and just got dump by his girlfriend. This was one of the bad days. He thought about his life of 18 years, all the adventure he had, the 40 different summers, the 25 different Christmases and wonder if his adventure would end with him being a virgin.


After all it shouldn't be this way. He was a cool guy. Nice hair, nice face, 4 fingers and 4 toes. He should be getting tons of women and plus he could skateboard. He couldn't even do the Bartman still


Bart walked to the local Bar. He couldn't go to Moe's ever sense the place was shut down due to health code violation and that cock fighting ring they found in the basement. Bart walked into a bar and got himself a drink.



There he saw her. It was his old teacher Ms Krabapple. She looked a lot better then he remembered. She was a hot number now with long sexy hair. She wore fishnet stocking and 12 inch heels. She was a bit d***k and her leather skirt was extra short. You could even see her dripping pussy when she bent over. Bart knew he broke up with Skinner for the 5th time and was trying to make him jealous but he didn't think she go this far. She had on a tight shirt that showed off her new breast. It was least double D's now after the Operation. It was perfection. She had heavy and slutty make up on. Ms Kradapple had painted eye lashes and thick red lipstick.


She was hitting on some guys but no taker. Bart wondered why. She was hot now. He couldn't believe that his teacher was just a hotty. He never notices her before. That was when she notices Bart.

"If it isn't Bart Simpson. My you grown"

"Ummm Hi"

"You look upset..Whats wrong."

Bart hesitated

"Come tell your old sparring buddy (hic) maybe I can help."

He told them

"Shame hot stud like you" She said. She felt his leg only to feel and erection down his leg. It was very huge now.

"Aye corrumba" She tease

"Gulp..I very weird seeing my strange outside the class" Bart said

"Want to make it STRANGER" She said stroking his cock through his pants

In another world he might say no. Maybe if someone else was with him but instead he said.


"Yes" Bart said "YES



That night.



They kissed each other as the remove each other clothes. Krabapple was naked rubbing his cock through his underwear and grabbing his ass. Bart was new at this but Krabapple was a good teacher when it came to this at least. She guides her tongue deep into his mouth and gripped his ass. She sucked on his lips and nibbled his ear.

"You always said eat your shorts Bart. I think I will today"

She pushed him on the bed and tore his underwear off. She got on the bed giving him a view of huge tits. She rubbed his cock head against her tits and spit on the head slobbering on it. She took his cock deep inside her mouth and gave him a long sloppy blowjob. She gagged at first and her cheeks became red but she slowly started taking it in. She smiled at him giving him a view of it as she took it all. Bart almost came here but she stopped him going up and down on his cock. She kept him close to the edge sucking faster and faster.

Bart gripped the bed. She twisted his cock head spit and licking his head.


"Mmmmm finally got you where I want it" She moaned


Krabapple groped his balls and was fingering his ass with her wet fingers after she sucked them. She finger fucked his as was going faster and faster.

"You taste a lot better the Seymour"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh"

Her hair flowed down

"What a matter Bart no witty Joke" She said


He started to cum deep in her mouth. She swallowed most of it but let some dripped from her mouth. She knew that would turn him on to keep him hard. She rubbed is across her tits licking up the Jizz.


She got on top of him and stuffed her pussy in his face.

"Suck on the clit first Bart…mmmmmmm that it..suck it, don't be afraid to lick the ass hole to mmmmm yea"

She stroked him riding his face.

"Higher, part that with your tongue right there, higher…ahhhh suck it right there…right..there…mmmmmmm you are a good student"

She rode him faster and faster. She sucked his cock and tit fucked him. She was cumming.

"Keep sucking don't stop..will cause a multiple…ohhhhhhhh yessss…lick up those juice Bart Simpson..eat my clit"



She went wild sucking his cock making him shoot stream of cum. She took him inside her riding his virgin cock up and down. His rod was rock hard, it was like stealing banging against the wall of her clit. She screamed with orgasms.

"I LOVE you Ms Krabapple" He said

"Got you" She said with an evil grin.


That night Bart Laid in her arms.

"Will you do what I say now" Krabapple asked

"Sure"

"Good because you're going to help I get someone. Someone I been dieing to have sex with"

"Oh Seymour"

"No..See Bart plan this. Heard you broke up and knew you would probably end up in that Bar. You will help me fuck someone I been dieing to fuck ever sense I saw her in the Parent teacher conference…Marge Simpson"... Continue»
Posted by lilguy41 3 years ago  |  Categories: Celebrities, First Time, Mature  |  Views: 634  |  
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simpsons Edna knows best part 2

art had told Mrs. Krabapple all she needed to know about Marge. After she pumped him for Info of course. That night she told Bart to wait in a closet with a Camera and told him cues on when to turn it on. And she invited Marge over for some tea


she put some wine in the tea and soon Marge got plenty tipsy. Marge big blue hair was coming down a bit and she was slurring some words. Some cleavage was showing out of her dress and she spilt some wine showing an outline of her bra. Krapbobbal thought it was time to kick thing into 3rd gear.


"How about a friendly game of cards, with some money on the line" She said

"Ooo I really shouldn't gamble" Marge said "Homey wouldn't like it"

"Come of live wild, will start out with some pennies and then we move up" Krabapple said

1 Hour Later

Marge was broke and out of money.

"Come on one more hand (hick)" Marge said

"Hmmm don't have any money but I do like that dress" Krabapple said

"Find you can have it afterwards…"

"No want it on the line now; it only makes thing more fun"

Marge looked at her hand. She had a good one. Little did Marge know Krabapple had been cheating like crazy? Marge nodded. Marge put down her cards showing a killer Hand. Krabapple showed and even better one

"Opps off with the dress"

"But I…"

"Come a deal a deal, I will Help you" Krabapple said

She took off Marge's dress for her sliding her hand down and touching her chest. Marge moaned at Krabapple touch as she took off the one piece revealing a Bra and Panties. Marge tossed it aside

"Come on a few more hands Marge Cant lose them all" Krabapple said

Bart took the cue his old teacher gave him when she pulled on her ear and turn the camera on. Another hand was played but this time she Let Marge win.

"To make us Even Take off my dress down to MY Bra and panties" Kradapple said

she took off her dress showing a perfect cougar body. Each undergarment was two sizes to small holding in her cleavage.

They played another

"Oppsie you WIN again Marge" Krabapple said

She got up in front of Marge and with an evil smile took off her Bra. Marge eyes went wide.

"You keep in shape" Marge said a bit nervous

"3 years of hitting the Gym Margie" Kradapple said "Pretty hot yourself"

"No not really, I just old me"

"Come now everyone in my class thought you were a MILF"

"What's that"

"Mother I like to fuck"

"Gasp, Oh not me"

"Oh yes you"



Marge blushed. Another hand was played

"Next hand for it all your money back and my panties"

They showed their cards

"I Lose again, guess you got your money and my panties" Edna said


She dropped her panties showing a dripping wet pussy.

"Guess you got me, now what will you do with me"

Marge got up

"Better go" Marge said nervously

Edna Krabapple backed her into the wall. She slipped her hand down in her panties and kissed her. Homer never touches her like this. Marge tried to push her away but Linda held her hands against the wall. Marge resisted for a bit but then stopped as her arms went limp

"Lips so soft, better that slob of a Husband never kissed you like this"

"Ohhh" Marge moaned "Never been touch like that"


"Well I am a teacher, got to teach you everything"


Marge bit her lip as Linda nibbled on her neck and plunge deeper and deeper

"Ohhh Cumming, cumming" Marge moaned


Linda pulled out a sticky finger and smelt it. She sucked it and rubbed it across Marge lips.

"Tasty" Linda said

she took off Marge tops revealing plump and juicy breast and tore her panties. Linda started to suck her breast.

"OH MRS KRODOPPLE" Marge screamed

She pushed Marge on the table.


"Almost taste good as your son" Edna said


"What" Marge Said?

"Come out and put the Camera on the other table Bart" Ms Krabapple said


Bart walked out. Marge was shocked. Bart was stark naked and he wasn't the little boy she remembered. He still had a boyish face but clearly grew into a man. His cock was rock hard and bigger then his Dad. It was dripping pre cum


Edna pushes Bart on the table. She started to suck his cock. Marge was shocked that she was getting turn on. Linda made sure Bart watch her finger her mom. The site made him harder as his entire cock disappeared in his mouth. The taste of mother and son was exciting. She had plan this time for months and everything was coming together. She took turns on each person licking and sucking each. Marge came first soaking her mouth. Marge body was hit with a multiple Climax as Linda sucked her clit as she stroked Bart. She felt Bart getting ready to burst. She devoured his cock


"Ahh Corumba" Bart screamed

she came in Edna's's mouth. Linda gargled. She brought them up and kissed Marge letting her taste a mixture of cum. Then she kissed Bart letting him taste the same. She brought Mom and Son lips together and had them kiss. Linda grabbed the Camera


"That's it" Linda said

She dragged them into the Bed room. Linda took a seat.

"Want you to Ride his cock, Marge" Linda said

"But that's my son"

"You want your pussy licked again" Linda asks

"Well, I…"

"Come on mom, Already been in there ounce" Bart said

Marge was surprise her son was still Hard. Marge nodded and Bart lay down. Marge took him inside her as Bart gripped his ass as she rode him up and down.

"Yes that's it, Grab his hair Marge, and Grind him. Control him. Slapped her ass Bart" Linda said fingering herself

"Bout to cum" Bart said

"Now. Hold it; a Gentleman let the girl come first" Marge scolded


Marge took his whole cock till the balls slapped her ass. She rode it faster and faster Cumming on his cock. Linda plunge her fingers in making herself cum

"Want that load your ass" Edna Kradapple said



Marge was ready for it. It hurt at first but she took it all the way in, squeezing his ass.

"Ohhhhh" Bart screamed

He shot his load deep in her asshole overflowing it.


"Damm that was good show"

Bart was knocked out. Marge got up as Edna got something from the closet. The teacher snapped on a strap on.


"Time for the ADULTS to play" Marge said


Edna parted Marge legs and saw sight of a dripping wet pussy. She gave Marge a kiss and pushed it deep in. Edna stared pushing her rubber cock in and out getting a motion.

"Ladies always know how to hit the right spots" Edna Said


"Ohhhhhh my" Marge said biting her lip

Edna pushed it deeper causing Marge to moaned. Marge was soon screaming with pleasure.


"Oh never got so much in" Marge screamed

"What can I say..I'm a good teacher" Edna Said


Marge pussy lips were stretch as Edna pushed it in at a faster. She grinded her hips just right grabbing hold of Marges ass. Marge wrapped her legs around her and got hit with a multiple climax. Marge never had sex this good. Homer was a good man with a big cock..but he wasn't exactly a tactician in bed. Edna breast pressed against Marge as pleasure filled their bodies.



3 Hours Later


The 2 Simpson's Laid knocked out on the Bed as Kradapple smoked a cigarette.

"That was fun" Linda said


She looked a picture of a now Teenage Lisa Simpson

"But I am NOT done let" Edna smirked... Continue»
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Simpsons Father and Son Camp Bonding

As Bart loaded his bag, in the car, he couldn’t help but complain again. He didn’t want to be up so early, didn’t want to go camping and certainly didn’t want to go there alone with his father for a whole day and night. He couldn’t blame Homer however. It wasn’t his idea after all, it was his mom’s.

“Please Bart, do it for me,” she had said with her pleading eyes, the ones which no son could resist but agree to.

Homer had complained as well and Marge had dealt with him as well. It was ironic that the camping idea was meant for father and son to bond, when the one thing they did agree to was that they weren’t interesting in camping alone together.

But having agreed to it and with no way to back out of it, they had left home fairly early on Saturday, both men grumpy and complaining to each other. Homer didn’t trust the boy and knew that he would have to watch his back with his son around. There was no anticipating what devilish plot Bart might come up with to torture him. It was Bart’s favourite pastime it seemed and Homer his favourite victim. But for the moment at least, the boy was sl**ping on the passenger seat. Getting up early on a weekend is never easy for a ten year old after all.

It took little over an hour before the Simpson men arrived at their designated camp site. Marge had chosen a peaceful forest spot for them rather then public camping grounds. She said that being completely alone together without opportunities to meet and socialise with other people would help the bonding. Also, she secretly wanted to avoid giving Bart any opportunity to humiliate his father in public.

As Homer stopped the car, Bart woke up and yawned loudly. He looked around and was surprised to find the area to his liking. The camping spot was a clearing surrounded by tall trees and as the boy opened the door, he heard a small river not too far in the distance. A circle of stones was set on the ground, the remains of another camping f****y no doubt. As he stretched, his father opened the trunk to bring out the tent and other camping gear. The food would remain in the car, to avoid attracting any wild a****ls.

Homer laid out the schematics for the tent and studied them for a moment. “Alright, so if I put this here…” he said as he planted a stake in the ground to set the tent, “and I put this one here… and I attach this here…” One could almost believe that he knew exactly what he was doing; ‘almost’ being the key word. Bart knew his father well enough to know that he was basically guessing and not really thinking through his methods. As he planted the last stake, Homer took a step back to look at his work. Three full seconds later, a small gust of wind brought it swiftly to the ground, to Bart’s laughter…
”Why you little!,” Homer angrily said as he strangled his son in revenge.

Over an hour later, the tent had been correctly set up thanks to Bart’s better ability to read the manual. After gathering gather firewood for the night, they decided to hike up a trail and see what they could find. They first went to see the river, where Bart proceeded to push his father into the water, with ensuing hilarity. They then found a bee nest and Homer was f***ed to jump back into the river when he tried to steal some of their honey. Generally however, they enjoyed their time out, although didn’t converse much. Bart and Homer still were not interested in the experience together.

Hours went by rapidly and as night crept near, the Simpsons found themselves on a small hill near their campsite. They climbed on a large rock and laid on their backs to watch the sun set.

”Wow,” Homer said in awe. “You know boy, this is the life. We can just stay here and watch the sunset, without a care in the world.”

Bart was beginning to be little bored at this point. The day had been active and he admitted to finding the hike fun, but sunsets with his father were not his thing. He just wanted to go to bed and be tomorrow so he could do back home, watch cartoons and play with Milhouse. He made a loud snoring sound to illustrate his point.

”It’s ok,” the father calmly replied. “One day, when you’re older, you’ll understand how precious these few moments of tranquility are.” They remained for ten more minutes before returning to their campsite, not wanting to be caught by the darkness. By the time they reached it, the sun had fully set, leaving the forest too dark to walk without a light. Thankfully, they had brought firewood earlier. Homer wouldn’t let Bart go to bed immediately; he was now motivated to spend some quality time together as a father and son should. He Homer started the fire and brought out some marshmallows to roast, but his son refused to partake in the sacred camping ritual.

”Come on Bart, they’re real tasty…” Homer said in his enticing voice

”Awww Homer, I just want to get to bed. I’m tired of being here, this forest is so lame!”

Homer knew that he had to do something fast to capture Bart’s interest. He started narrating a story about a headless ghost roaming around the woods, seeking revenge from all the little boys she encounters for all the trouble they caused her while she was alive. The father’s storytelling abilities lacked consistency however and it made the horror story too clumsy to be scary.

Bart decided to take the relay however and told a tale of his own, about a radioactive man in a world of zombies. More fiction then horror, Bart still managed to captivate his dad’s attention by exposing what the zombie world lacked (bacon, pork chops, doughnuts). In the end, the radioactive man proved to be Homer himself, which sent the father in a fit of fear, shouting in terror.

Bart laughed as Homer recovered from the story. Somehow, now that he didn’t think of all he was missing at home, he could appreciate more what he had right now.

”Hey dad… I’ll take one of those marshmallows now.”

Homer couldn’t be happier. They stayed up late, telling each other stories and laughing about people in Springfield. Bart would mock Patty and Selma, and in return Homer would make fun of principle Skinners. In the end, they both mocked the Flanders f****y together.

”Well,” Homer finally said, “It’s getting late, we should get some sl**p.” He didn’t actually want to get some rest, but he could see that his son had trouble staying awake. It had been a big day after all and they had gotten up quite early.

”Yeah, you’re right,” Bart reluctantly replied. He wanted to stay up since he was having so much fun with his dad, but the siren voice of his sl**ping bag got the best of him. Still, he hoped that he would feel the same the next day. The whole forest environment made Bart want to spend more time with his old man.

Both men entered the tent, stripped shamelessly to their underwear and got into their separate sl**ping bags. They had chosen a good ground to sl**p on, it was fairly soft and without any bumps, unlike the last time the f****y had gone camping.

Homer had forgotten hold cold the nights could get when camping, even during the summer. For all the fat he was worth, he still felt a little chilly, especially since he was used to the warmth of his own bed or from the proximity of a nuclear reactor. On the other side of the tent, Bart could hear his father twist and turn as if he was having a hard time finding comfort.

“Bart?” Homer asked insecurely. He felt a little humiliated that he had to ask the question. “Are you feeling… cold?” He didn’t want it to sound as if he needed his son to keep him warm, but in fact and offering a service of sorts to Bart.

Bart felt very warm in his sl**ping bag. Thanks to his petite stature, he was able to roll around in it and have multiple layers of covers, giving him more comfort and warmth. Still, Bart didn’t want to disappoint his old man, not after the nice evening they had spent together. “Yeah, a little bit,” he replied with a slight tremble in his voice.

“Do you want me to warm you up?”

“Sure. Thanks dad.”

Homer got out of his sl**ping bag and zipped it with his son’s. He slipped into the now larger bag and laid next to the boy. Bart couldn’t resist a soft moan as he felt the warmth of his dad’s bare chest against his also bare back. Homer couldn’t resist covering his son with his arm, his hand resting on the boy’s chest. Bart wrapped his own arms around his father’s as if a blanket.

Moments passed in silence. Bart felt very cosy and peaceful next to his father and wanted to enjoy it further rather then give in to sl**p. On the other hand, Homer’s mind was racing with thoughts, some of them forbidden, finding the situation very peculiar. He had not thought through sl**ping with his son, their bare skin; he even felt Bart’s butt against his groin. It felt strangely arousing and all the thoughts of Patty and Selma kissing that his mind could conceive couldn’t prevent his arousal.

Bart immediately felt it, his dad’s growing cock against his butt. He felt it slide up slowly, like an a****l stalking his prey. The boy was surprised to discover that he didn’t mind the feeling at all and instead wiggled his buttocks teasingly against it. He felt the tip of the cock poking his back through the top of his father’s undies.

Almost u*********sly, Homer moved his hand downwards to Bart’s thighs. He caressed the region slowly, rubbing his son’s smaller penis through the fabric of the underwear. He moved his hand up and down, feeling the length of it, the ball sack, and the inner thighs themselves. Slowly, he slipped his hand inside the underwear and massaged the shaft directly.

The new more direct sensation made Bart tense up a little, leaning further against his father. He could feel the wetness of his dad’s cock against his back but thought nothing of it and instead just enjoyed the pleasure that Homer was giving him. He took it as it was, an act of love and tenderness, forbidden and amazing. It was a secret he could share with his father.

Homer slipped his thumb over the elastic band and brought down the underwear with Bart’s help, throwing them deeper inside the joined sl**ping bag. Now completely nude, Bart turned to face his father, lifting himself a little to meet his head. As their heads hot nearer, they could feel each other’s warm breath against their necks. They approached their heads and their lips met, their tongues joining in a sensual dance.

Homer could feel the wetness of his son’s small pecker against his chest. It made him smile as he grabbed it again and fondled it, teasing his gasping son. Silently, the father slipped under the covers to observe his son’s nudity closer. The smell was exhilarating and he couldn’t prevent himself from passing his tongue along the length of it, lapping the few drips of precum leaking from it. He licked again and again, his rough tongue lightly pulling the skin upwards. Homer then took the small ball sack and sucked on that as well, lightly, as if to savor its salty flavor.

Bart took a deep breath as he felt his father’s tongue along his boyhood. Before him was his father’s crotch, still covered by underwear, yet emanating a powerful arousing odor. He delicately grabbed the underwear and slid them off, his father wiggling his bottom and legs to aid his son. He was presented with a massive cock, which he easily managed to slide in his large mouth. The boy then started bobbing his head up and down the shaft, letting it slide off from time to time before devouring it again. Bart used his hands to massage the areas around the shaft, playing with the balls and crotch. He could feel his father doing it to him and it felt great, so he wanted to give him the same pleasure.

Homer had not thought further then to reach for his son’s genitals and lick them like a lollipop. Having Bart give him the same surprised him and made the deed harder to do. Somehow he had picked up skill with his mouth and it made Homer have trouble to concentrate on his own deed. Both males entered a sort of competition, trying to give greater pleasure to the other and break their concentration. Neither had been with other men before which put them on equal grounds, and they had to find each other’s weak spots for claim the win.

Although Bart had started by emulating his father, he had noticed that he could provoke some spasms just by rubbing some areas and sucking in a certain way. He was enjoying the cock in his mouth about as much as receiving a blowjob himself. He knew that he wanted this to happen again and his mind wandered around at other opportunities he might have, with his fathers and perhaps other males of Springfield.

In the end however, his technique was no match for his dad’s and Bart’s whole body shook as his orgasm hit him. He felt his c***dhood melt in his father’s mouth, his mind blanking out from bliss. Homer was all too happy to lap up all of the flowing boy juices. He enjoyed sensing Bart’s body jerk as his tongue lashed his sensitive post-orgasmic penis.

Bart was about to resume giving his father oral sex, but Homer returned from under the sheets to meet with his boy. They shared a brief kiss, Bart tasting the aroma of his own jizz on his dad’s lips, while Homer moved his hands around the boy’s body, his back, and finally moved his hands onto his butt cheeks. Bart was surprised to feel a finger gently probing his anal ring, not trying to f***e itself in, just feeling the contour of it and smoothly stretching it. His mind raced as he felt Homer’s dropping cock rubbing in anticipation against his body. He knew that all he had to say was “No”, if so he chose, and his dad would respect his wishes.

Bart felt safe with his father and wanted to truly be with him. He wanted to feel the strong manhood push inside him and bind them for a brief moment. Homer extended his arm and grabbed his backpack to try to find something that could be used for lubrication. He found Bart’s special brand of shampoo and decided that it would do perfectly. He squeezed some in his hand and proceeded to rub it over his erect cock. His son turned his back to him and Homer slowly slipped a finger inside his butt hole, all the while making circular motions to loosen him up. Satisfied with his work, the man grabbed his cock and lightly pocked Bart’s tight ring.

”Are you ready son?” he slipped in his mate’s ear.

”Yeah,” Bart whispered back, preparing for the unavoidable pain.

The father knew that he had to be gentle. He pushed through the initial resistance and let his son breathe as an inch of himself slipped through. Bart tried to relax, thinking of how Lisa might do it with her meditation techniques. He closed his eyes, took deep breaths and tried to clear his mind, letting his body loosen and accept the large member.

Another inch slid in, but now he felt more in control. It took several minutes before Homer managed to insert himself completely inside the boy. They laid motionless for a while, tied in lust, as Bart accommodated the new sensation. The feeling of being full was odd, but after a while it stopped being so unpleasant and he nodded to his dad to proceed.

Homer took the cue and slowly started thrusting his hips into his boy, while keeping aware of the discomfort that he could feel. The boy was beginning to understand the enjoyment of the act however and gradually, his own hips started bucking to meet his dad’s. His small pecker started becoming erect again, but the boy was still unsatisfied with the position, so he slid off and lifted the covers of the joined sl**ping bags.

Homer rolled on his back, his cock rising like a totem pole, precum leaking freely on his chest, calling to Bart. The boy grabbed the erect shaft and placed it back to his butt hole. This time it slid in much easier and before long, Homer was pumping his meat with more vigor, his son meeting every thrust with one of his own.

The man couldn’t remember having felt anything so tight and with his son previous mouth treatment, it was all he could do to stop himself from cumming on the spot. He wanted to make the sensation last, both for himself and his son’s first sexual experience. It was hard to keep the juices from flowing however when you had such a tight hole milking you raw, the beautiful sight of his nude son before him and Bart’s boyish cries of glee filling the tent.

The boy felt very aroused from being penetrated and had started masturbating furiously. The sensation was new and overwhelming and it made him horny as if he had not just shot his load. He thrust into the fat cock as fast as he could, feeling the pressure build as did his dad.

Willpower doesn’t need last forever and in the end Homer grabbed his son’s hips and jammed him down as he shot his load deep into his ass. Bart didn’t stop jerking off however and soon also shot his hot load on Homer’s chest and even one shot to his cheek, all the while clinching his butt cheeks tighter, exciting Homer further in the process.

As the excitement subsided, Bart fell on his father’s chest and onto his own juices. He didn’t mind. In fact, he felt as in heaven in the man’s strong arms who held him tightly, the now limper cock still stuck in his bottom. Both felt at peace with the world and each other, something that didn’t happen very often. They remained silent and comfortable for a few minutes.

“Dad?” Bart finally asked, still motionless.

“Yes son?”

“Does this mean we’re gay?”

Homer was taken aback from the question. He had once been homophobe and had since learned to push through and become more tolerant, but had never expected to go through such lengths himself.

“No son,” he finally responded. “It just means that we love each other very much.” It felt like a half answer, but neither male minded really; they were too comfortable laying against each other, their nude bodies feeling each other’s heat. Homer had something to ask his son as well.

“Hey son? I really enjoyed my time with you today and tonight. But now that we’re going back home, could you… maybe… lay off the teasing?” His voice sounded all sheepish and insecure.

Bart smiled and sighed as he heard the question. “I have a reputation to upkeep you know…” Bart approached his father and gave him a kiss on the nose. “But I’ll tone it down, for you.”

‘Well, it’s something at least,’ Homer thought as he hugged his special little man in his arms. He couldn’t know what the future would hold for them, but at least he felt closer to his son now.

“Hey boy,” he whispered in his son’s ear. “Want to go at it again?”

“Homer, you read my mind,” Bart answered with a grin.

The END.
... Continue»
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God's Great Plan

GOD’S GREAT PLAN
By Al Steiner


My best friend when I was growing up was a k** named Mike Tilden.
Though he was considered to be a geek by practically everyone else, Mike was
an intelligent k** who read everything he could get his hands on. The term
for him these days would be ‘nerd’.

Mike's f****y was a little on the weird side, at least that is my
impression of them today. They were nice people, don't get me wrong, but
they were religious fanatics. His Dad, a bearded, hip-talking leftover from
the sixties could spout fire and brimstone for a half-hour at a time. I
particularly remember an episode when I was about ten and I'd blurted "God
dang- it" in front of him after dropping a peanut butter sandwich. He'd
sternly admonished me about taking the Lord's name in vain, explaining that
when I said something like that, God Himself heard me and looked down to see
what I wanted. Never again did I take the Lord's name in vain in his
presence. Bob Tilden was an archeologist, a profession that was usually quite
at odds with the religion that he practiced. The firm that he worked for,
however, was funded by whatever church they belonged to and was involved in
searching for archeological evidence that served to disprove evolution and
support creationism. I never knew exactly what they looked for in the
vicinity of our humble city but he did make frequent trips to the Middle
East, sometimes staying gone for months at a time.

Mike's mother, Sarah, was a housewife. She'd always seemed the
proper companion for Bob. She said grace before each meal, she served no
meat on Fridays, and she could preach the word of The Lord almost as well as
her husband when the situation warranted it. She was perky and good natured,
rarely raising her voice and she'd always welcomed me into their home and
treated me like I was her own. It was safe to say that I'd always liked
Mike's mom.

When Mike and I were twelve his mother got pregnant. I remember, as
the months went by, seeing her stomach swell further and further until finally
she went to the hospital one day and returned with a baby boy.

It was about two months after the birth of Kyle, Mike's b*****r, and
the beginning of summer vacation when I'd peddled my bicycle over to his house
to show him a new Atari game cartridge that I'd gotten for my thirteenth
birthday.

It was about nine in the morning when I knocked on the door. Nobody
answered so I knocked again and was about to go away disappointed when the
door swung open revealing Mrs. Tilden.

"Jason." She said, smiling at me. "Happy birthday, sorry Mike had to
miss it."

"Thank you." I told her. "Is Mike back from bible camp yet?"

"He got back last night." She told me. "But him and his Dad went up
to the hardware store to get some plumbing fixtures. Why don't you come in
and wait?"

I hesitated for a second. Though I loved Mike's mom to death she did
have an irritating tendency to preach. "How long have they been gone?" I
asked carefully.

"They should be back soon." She assured me. "Come on in."

She swung the screen door open and I stepped inside. As I stepped in I
noticed she was still wearing her nightgown; a knee length cotton one. Her
breasts, made large from the milk supply within them, were obviously
unencumbered by a brassiere. I looked away uncomfortably.

I sat in a chair in the living room and Mrs. Tilden sat on the couch.
On television a soap opera was playing. This was surprising. Usually the
television, if it was on at all, was tuned to the local religious channel.

We talked about my birthday and the presents I'd received for it. As
we discussed it I couldn't help but notice that her nightgown had ridden up
about eight inches past her knees. Mrs. Tilden was about thirty pounds
overweight; not fat but not thin either. I'd always thought she was pretty
but something about the way she was sitting and what she was wearing and the
raging hormones in my thirteen-year-old body made me think of her in a new
light. I found myself wondering what she looked like naked and then
immediately felt ashamed for thinking such a thing about my friend's mother.

Presently, the baby began to wail from the other room.

"Oh, excuse me for a minute." She said, standing up. The hem of her
nightgown rode up another four or five inches as she did so, revealing half of
her creamy, though chunky thighs.

She disappeared into the baby's room, returning a few minutes later
with the squalling two-month-old cradled in her arms.

"Somebody's hungry." She said, cooing softly to him.

She sat back down on the couch, got comfortable, and then began undoing
the buttons on the front of her nightgown.

Alarmed, I realized that she was about to breast feed and my face
flushed with embarrassment. "Uh," I said, standing up suddenly. "I guess
I'll come back later."

"What?" She said, looking up at me. "I thought you were going to wait
for Mike?"

"Well, " I stammered. "I don't wanna, that is, I uh..."

"Is it because I'm breast feeding?" She asked.

"Well, uh, yeah." I affirmed slowly.

"Haven't you ever seen a woman breast feed before?" She asked,
seemingly puzzled.

"Well, no." I said.

"Well." She said, acting as if it was done in public every day. "The
human body is nothing to be ashamed of." She said. "Breast feeding is a
beautiful and natural thing. It's truly God at work." She patted the couch
next to her. "Come here." She told me. "Come and watch."

Reluctantly I walked across the room and sat next to her on the couch,
unsure of myself.

She unbuttoned her nightgown and shrugged it off of her left
shoulder, pulling it down to reveal her breast. It was pasty white and about
the size of a cantaloupe. The aureole was a light shade of brown, like the
color of a pancake and the size of a silver dollar. Her nipple was huge, the
diameter of a dime and at least a half inch in length. A small amount of
pale white milk dribbled from it. As I watched she brought the baby's head
to her breast and his little toothless mouth sucked the nipple in. His jaws
immediately went to work, extracting the milk out of her body and into his.
I heard her sigh as he began feeding.

"There's nothing more beautiful than breast feeding a baby." She told
me.

I stared, wide-eyed, my penis erect as Kyle drank his fill from her.
She was explaining how breast-feeding was part of God's great plan but I
barely heard her, lost as I was in the sight of my first mammary gland.
Though it would by no means qualify for Playboy magazine it was still perfect
in my eyes.

Presently he emptied her left breast. She pulled him away from her
and covered it up, pulling the right breast, which was now quite a bit larger
than it's companion out, and attempting to attach him to the nipple. But
Kyle was having none of it. His eyes were drooping closed and his mouth
refused to suck.

"Oh Kyle." She moaned good-naturedly, "Why can't you ever drink them
both dry." She pulled the nightgown back over her breast and stood up,
excusing herself again and carrying the baby back to his room. After a
minute or so she returned. As she sat down next to me again I notice that
she'd neglected to button the nightgown back up.

"Uh, Jason?" She asked softly. "Would you mind doing me a favor?"

"What's that Mrs. Tilden?" I asked, my face still flushed and my penis
starting to deflate a little.

"Well," She said, embarrassment showing on her face. "Kyle only
emptied one breast but I have to drain both of them. I have a breast pump but
it's kind of uncomfortable."

"Yeah?" I said, naively not getting her.

"So would you mind, " She continued. "Uh, draining the other breast
for me?"

I looked up at her, noting that her face was bright red and a strange
look was in her eyes. I wasn't sure I was hearing her correctly. "How would
I do THAT?" I asked.

"Why, the same way that Kyle does of course." She told me.

"You mean," I asked, shocked, "That you want me to, uh..."

"Suckle my breast for me." She replied. "The milk is very good for
you. It's full of vitamins and protein."

I was dumbfounded, a plethora of emotions assaulting me. She wanted me
to suck on her breast. Mike's mother! "I'm not sure I should do that." I
finally said.

"Please?" She said, almost pleading. "I really don't like the pump.
It'll only take a few minutes."

"But..." I started.

"Here." She said, shrugging down her nightgown to reveal her swollen
breast again. "All you have to do it put it in your mouth and suck a little."

She placed her hand on the back of my neck and gently pulled me
forward. I didn't resist. My mouth came down and contacted her swollen
nipple. I felt it slip past my lips, a hard though yielding piece of flesh.
I could feel the bumps and ridges on its surface.

"Go ahead." She told me, her voice slightly stern. "Suck on it."

I began to suck and my mouth was immediately filled with a warm,
tasteless liquid. It came spurting out and I was f***ed to swallow quickly to
avoid dribbling. It was neither bad nor good tasting. It was neutral. As I
sucked, Mrs. Tilden's hand stayed on the back of my neck, caressing me softly.

"That's good." She cooed at me. "You're doing just fine."

Apart from the erotic feel of her breast in my mouth and the
sensation of her smooth hand on my neck, I was keenly aware of the feel of
her body against mine. My right hand curled around her waist and my chest
lay against her hip. She was incredibly soft and warm. My dick became a
ramrod in my pants. I carefully kept my crotch from pushing against her leg
so she wouldn’t feel it.

She moaned softly a few times, stirring her hips a little, something
she hadn’t done when the baby had been suckling. I noticed an odor in the
air, a musky scent that I’d never encountered before. I didn’t know where it
was coming from.

Her soft hand slid softly down the back of my shirt, gliding in slow
circles around my back. Chills ran up my spine as I felt this. At this point
I still naively believed that this was an innocent encounter, that she really
did just want me to empty her breast for her. I hoped that I wouldn’t shoot
off in my pants. What would Mrs. Tilden think if she knew how excited she was
making me? She would probably kick me right out of her house and forbid me to
ever enter it again. I tried to will my hard-on away but I might as well have
been telling the tide not to come back in for all the good it did.

The volume of milk exiting her breast into my mouth gradually slowed
down, forcing me to suck harder to extract it. This made Mrs. Tilden moan
louder and more frequently. I felt her hips buck up and down a few times.
The odor of musk became stronger, making me wonder again just what it was.
Her free hand began running through my hair.

“This is sooo much better than the breast pump.” She told me softly.
“I’m glad you came by.”

I didn’t answer, I just continued sucking on her nipple. Finally the
milk supply gave out. I gave her one very strong suck to see if I could get
any more to come out and her reaction was startling.

“Oooohh!” She squealed, her entire body tensing up for a moment. Her
hand tightened in my hair, pulling almost painfully.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, pulling my head up and looking at her
anxiously.

“Not at all.” She said, slightly breathlessly. Her face was very
flushed, her blue eyes shining. “Thank you very much Jason. That was… that
was beautiful.”

I nodded, embarrassed, not sure what to say. I sat up on the couch,
twisting my crotch away from her so she wouldn’t see the telltale bulge in my
jeans. I was trying to think of a way to make my exit. What I wanted to do
more than anything was ride my bike home, head for my room, drop my pants, and
beat off to the image of Mike’s mother. But she had other plans.

“Don’t you agree,” She asked me, looking in my eyes. “That breast
feeding is one of God’s gifts to us?”

“Uh, yeah.” I answered. “It’s great.”

She smiled. “You’re much too embarrassed by nudity.” She told me.
“Haven’t you ever seen a woman’s vagina before?”

My eyes widened. “Uh, no.” I told her. Actually I had, in various
Playboys and Penthouses that my father kept around the house. But I wasn’t
about to tell her THAT.

“Well.” She said huffily, as if I was the victim of c***d abuse or something.
“A vagina is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s another one of God’s great gifts.
Would you like to see mine?”

“Excuse me?” I squeaked, not sure I’d heard her right. Did she really
ask if I wanted to see her vagina?

“Here.” She said, dropping her hands to the hem of her nightgown.
“Let me show you.” She opened her legs and pulled the nightgown up over her
waist, revealing first her upper thighs and then the junction of them. The
first thing I saw was hair, a lot of it. It was light brown in color and
very curly. It covered her entire crotch like a blanket. She spread her
legs further and I was able to see a pair of pink lips protruding from the
middle of this nest. They were slightly open and had a sheen of moisture on
them. I found myself wondering if she’d peed herself. Where had the wetness
come from?

The smell that I’d noticed earlier suddenly assaulted me, tripling in
power as her nightgown came up. My nostrils flared. It was an odor that
should have been classified as gross but which was somehow giving me the
shivers. My dick pulsed in my pants as I inhaled it. I finally realized that
it was the odor of her pussy. The so-called “sweet nectar” that I’d read so
much about in Penthouse forum. While I wouldn’t have exactly called it
“sweet”, it was certainly putting my libido into overdrive.

“You see.” Mrs. Tilden breathed. “Nothing to be ashamed about. Every
woman has one of these.”

I nodded, speechless.

“Would you like to touch it?” She asked softly. “You can.”

I drew in a sharp intake of breath, my eyes still riveted to her. I
made no move towards her. I didn’t know what to do. I was trembling all over
like a paint-shaker, my mind reeling with confused emotions, my bl**dstream
boiling with teenaged hormones.

Mrs. Tilden reached forward and grabbed my hand. She ran her fingers
softly over it, pulling it towards her. “Here.” She whispered. “Let me help
you.”

She placed the back of my hand directly on the center of her. I felt
kinky, curly hair against my knuckles. I felt warm wetness and smooth,
slippery lips. She pulled my hand firmly against her, squishing my knuckles
against her vaginal lips. She then began moving my hand up and down,
clenching her thighs together, and trapping it there. I felt the smooth,
feminine skin of her upper thighs engulfing my hand. She clenched them and
released them a few times, pulling my hand tighter against her crotch. She
began to breathe faster and the odor of her grew stronger.

Smiling, her eyes riveted to my face (I can only imagine what my
expression was, probably something like religious exhalation), she opened her
legs again, freeing my hand. “Why don’t you put your fingers in it?” She
asked. “Feel what it’s like.”

I swallowed, gulping with a mouth that had gone dry. But I obeyed.
Using my index finger, I probed between her lips. My finger slid in easily,
all the way past the second knuckle. I felt her contract around it, pulling
at it. Vaguely, I heard myself groan.

“You can fit more fingers than that in.” She said. “Put in three.”

I added two fingers, my middle and ring. She was right, they slid in
easily. I was nearly panting now, unable to believe what was happening, no
longer able to convince myself that this was an innocent anatomy lesson, or a
religious lecture.

“Move them in and out.” She told me. I did, they made a slurping,
squishing sound, the friction very pleasant. “Yes.” She hissed softly. Her
hand slithered out and was suddenly on my crotch, squeezing and kneading me
through my jeans. I jumped, startled. No one had ever touched me there
before, though I’d imagined it in my fantasies a thousand times. And now my
best friend’s mother had become the first. It felt exquisite.

“Do you feel my pussy?” She asked me softly. “Do you feel how nice it
feels?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“You’re feeling God’s great plan.” She told me. “A pussy is
specifically designed for a nice hard cock,” She gave me a moderate squeeze
for emphasis, “Just like this one to slide into. It’s made to pleasure a
cock. And a cock is made to pleasure a pussy.” She moaned. “Oh Lord, isn’t
God great?”

“Yeah.” I breathed.

“Would you like to feel God’s great plan in action? Would you like to
feel just HOW they fit together?”

“Oh yesss!” I cried.

She released me, pushing my hand out of her crotch. My fingers were
soaked with her secretions. “Take off your pants.” She told me.

Trembling, my head filled with lust, I stared at her, reaching for
the buttons on my pants. But a wicked though occurred to me. “What about
Mike and Mr. Tilden?” I asked. “What if they, you know, come home?”

She smiled impatiently. “A little white lie on my part.” She told me.
“God will forgive me, I’m sure. They’re not at the hardware store. They went
to Bob’s work site to pick up some paperwork. They’ll be gone for hours.”

I stared at her, astonished. She had planned this encounter.
Otherwise she wouldn’t have lied to me.

“Now come on!” She hissed again. “Get those pants off. Let me show
you how kind and great God was when he designed our bodies. Let me show you
what rapture is all about.” She breathed deeply, desperation on her face.
“Please.” She pleaded. “Let me show you what my husband has forgotten.”

“Right!” I said, ripping open my pants, my little head now firmly in
control of me for the first time in my life. I pushed my pants down without
bothering to remove my shoes first and soon found myself crashing face first
to the carpet.

“Oh God, hurry, please.” Mrs. Tilden begged. “It’s been so long.”

I disentangled myself as quickly as possible, kicking off my shoes,
not bothering with my socks, and tossing my jeans to the floor. I shucked my
underwear, revealing my five-inch cock to her gaze. I was worried she would
take one look at it, declare it too small, and send me on my way but she did
no such thing. She stared at it hungrily, making a growling sound in the
back of her throat.

She held her arms out to me, beckoning. “Come on.” She panted
desperately. “Come feel God in action.”

“Right.” I repeated, moving towards her.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me on top of her. Her
breasts mashed against my chest. Her legs spread, rubbing against the outside
of mine. Her mouth came up and locked onto mine, giving me my first real
kiss. Her tongue shot into my mouth, shocking me as it swirled with mine. I
could feel the head of my cock against one of her thighs. I adjusted my
position, squirming this way and that until it was probing her wetness.

“Now put it in me!” She commanded, “Put it all the way in. Feel God!”

“Yeah.” I wheezed, sinking down into her.

I was unable to breathe, it felt so good. I slid into her sheath all
the way to the hilt, feeling her muscles pulling at me, feeling my pubis mash
against hers.

“Oh God!” She cried, loud enough to make me wonder about the neighbors
hearing. “Praise the Lord. It’s been so long. Now fuck me! Start moving!
Feel God! Feel God, Goddamit!”

“I can feel it!” I assured her, starting to thrust now, my movements
the instinctive rhythm of racial memory. Her mouth found mine again, her
tongue dueling with mine. The friction of this was beyond description. I’d
never imagined, even in my most vivid fantasies that intercourse could feel so
good. Before I’d thrusted ten times I felt the inevitability of orgasm
approaching.

I started to pant, my thrusts becoming a mad blur, my balls slamming
against her ass. I couldn’t even speak, couldn’t tell her what was about to
happen. But she knew. Her hands came down to my ass, one of her fingers
sliding between the cheeks and dipping into my anus.

“Ahhhhh!” I groaned, orgasm racking me, my seed slamming out of my
balls and up into her body, filling her up, decreasing the friction of our
union with it’s added lubrication.

When my thrusts finally slowed to a halt, my load, as it was, shot, she
disengaged her mouth from me and pulled her hands to my hair. She pulled my
face up, her eyes, filled with lust, drilling into me.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” She told me. “I haven’t seen God
yet.” She dropped her hands to my shoulders and pushed, forcing me off of her
and to the floor. I found myself staring at her pussy, which was soaked with
secretions and drooling my sperm from between its lips. She pulled my face
against her.

The smell overwhelmed me, the rich smell of musk and the mineral smell
of my sperm. My lips mashed f***efully into her, smearing this wetness across
my face. I tried to pull away, disgusted at the thought of my own sperm
touching my face, but she was insistent.

“Stick your tongue in me.” She ordered. “Lick between my lips.”

I tried to groan out some protest but she was having none of that.

“If you ever want to see God again,” She threatened. “You’d better eat
me. Eat me good. Oh God, stick your tongue in me, now!”

She pulled me closer and I had no choice but to slide my tongue between
her lower lips. I could taste my sperm dancing across my tastebuds, it’s
flavor mixed with the more pleasant taste of her pussy.

“Yes!” She cried. “Plunge it in and out!”

I did so, sliding it into her, tasting more of myself. I discovered
that it really wasn’t so bad, though I was glad it was mine. I certainly
wouldn’t have done this if it had been someone else’s sperm.

“Stick your finger up my ass!” She ordered. I wondered briefly if this
was REALLY the same woman who doted over Mike and me and offered us lemonade
after we’d been out playing particularly hard.

I did this too, sliding it across her vagina to lubricate it first.
Her asshole was tight and my finger barely went in. But after a moment she
adjusted and it slipped in and out easily.

“More!” She cried. “Put more fingers in.”

I slid another finger in alongside the first and then a third. She
groaned in ecstasy.

“Move them in and out.”

I complied, continuing to slurp away at her.

“Now suck my clit.” She said next.

I had no idea what a clit was or where it could be found, but she’d
anticipated this.

“The bump on top of my pussy.” She told me. “Suck it hard. Now!”

I moved my mouth upward, probing with my tongue, finally finding that
of which she spoke. I began to suck on it like it was a nipple and she went
truly batshit. Her pelvis began to thrust, mashing into my face. Her
breathing became erratic. Her ass began to clench around my fingers.

“Yes!” She cried. “Oh God yes! Oh sweet Lord you are soooo great! Oh
God, suck it harder!”

I did and the crotch mashing became frantic, slamming into me nearly
hard enough to bl**dy my nose. Her thighs wrapped around my shoulders and
clenched tight, nearly choking me. She began to spasm.

“Don’t stop!” She yelled. “Don’t stop. Keep it up!”

I did and the thrusting seemed to reach a peak and then finally slowed
down, coming to a stop. Her legs relaxed, dropping off of my shoulders. She
reached down and pulled my face up, looking into my eyes. I saw that she was
flushed, her forehead shiny with perspiration. Her eyes still had a mad glint
in them.

She pushed me off of her and then slid off the couch herself, spinning
around and hiking the hem of her nightgown up. This revealed her dripping
pussy and asshole to me.

“Fuck my ass.” She told me. “Slide it in and fuck me. I want to feel
you come in my asshole.”

I stared at her, uncomprehending. I’d never considered doing such a
thing before. Was it even possible?

She reached behind her with both hands, resting her weight on the
couch, and spread the cheeks of her butt widely. “Put it in.” She told me.
“Let me feel you ass-fuck me. Come on!”

I looked down and saw that my dick was hard as a crowbar once again. I
moved forward and placed the head against the brown circle of her anus and
tried to push. The head slipped in about a quarter of an inch and would go no
further.

“Lube it.” She told me. “Run your fingers through my pussy and then
put it on your cock.”

I slid two fingers into her now loose vagina, wetting them thoroughly.
I then jacked my cock a few times, getting it nice and slippery. I then tried
again.

This time my cock slid nicely into her browneye, eliciting a loud moan
from her. I moaned as well. Her ass was TIGHT. Tighter than I would have
imagined possible. I grabbed her slightly flabby buttcheeks and, using them
for leverage, started to thrust in and out. She began to thrust back against
me, panting uncontrollably once again. Her left hand came up between her legs
and began rubbing her pussy madly.

She moaned, working her way through another orgasm. When she came, her
ass started to spasm against my cock and the friction was enough to push me
over the edge again. I spurted deep into her bowels, pushing her asscheeks
together as I did so.

When I was done I pulled out, my dick withdrawing with a slurp. It was
streaked with brown that I knew was her feces, but somehow this didn’t disgust
me. Her anus disgorged a bubble of brown-tinged semen, which ran down towards
her vagina. I looked at this uncomfortably, vowing that no matter WHAT she
threatened, I wasn’t going to put my tongue THERE.

But she had no such plans. She rolled over, so she was sitting on the
carpet, and looked pointedly at me. She stared for a minute, while my mind
tried to make sense of what had just happened. Had this really been Mike’s
mother? Finally she spoke.

“What we just did was beautiful, wasn’t it?”

I looked at her, my emotions in turmoil. Had I enjoyed this? Fucking-
Aye I had. I nodded in agreement.

“It was God’s great plan in action. The pleasure of the flesh.”

“Right.” I assured her.

“But,” She said. “Society thinks it’s wrong. A mother enjoying carnal
pleasures with a young boy.”

I nodded, catching her drift but not knowing where this was going.

“You must never tell anyone what happened here today. They wouldn’t
understand. They would think it wrong. Do you think it’s wrong to enjoy my
body?”

“No.” I said immediately.

She smiled. “Good.” She said. “My husband,” She explained, “Has
misinterpreted the scriptures. He believes that sexual intercourse is
expressly reserved for procreation purposes only.”

I stared at her, her words outside the standard vocabulary of a
thirteen-year-old. She saw my confusion.

“He thinks sex is for making babies only.” She rephrased. “He hasn’t
touched me in, in the way you and I just touched, since I found out I was
pregnant with Kyle. That was nearly a year ago. A year without feeling God’s
gift.”

I wasn’t terribly impressed then though I am these days. After all,
I’d just gone thirteen years without experiencing “God’s gift”.

“We plan to have no more c***dren.” She continued. “So therefore, he
plans never to touch me, ‘that way’ again.”

I nodded as if I understood, though I didn’t.

“I NEED to be touched that way.” She told me. “Every woman does.
Like I said, it’s God’s gift.”

“Right.” I told her.

“If you would like,” She said. “You can touch me that way. You can
feel God with me whenever circumstances permit. Would you like that?”

I raised my eyebrows. If I had heard her right, she was offering to
let me fuck her whenever we could. Did I feel like that? Is the government
corrupt? “Yes.” I told her. “I would like that a lot.”

She smiled, pulling her nightgown down. “So would I.” She said. “But
there’s one condition.”

“Condition?” I asked, wondering what THAT might be.

“Yes.” She nodded. “You can never tell a soul what we’re doing.
Not a single person. Ever. I know the impulse of boys is to tell their
friends what they are doing sexually but you can never do that. Never. If
you did, the consequences would be severe for me. Not so much for you, but I
would probably be put in jail. You, on the other hand, would lose the
pleasures of the flesh from me. What is more important for you? Telling
your friends about the older pussy you’re getting, or not telling them and
continuing to get the older pussy?”

There was certainly no contest in my mind, although I know of people
who would have a problem with her deal. “I won’t tell a soul.” I assured
her. “They could torture me and I still wouldn’t tell.”

“Good.” She smiled. “Although let’s hope it never comes to that.”
She stood up, buttoning the top buttons of her nightgown. “As for now.” She
said, “I think it might be a good idea if you went home for the day. You can
try Mike tomorrow. He should be home then.” She glanced down at my waist,
eyeing it appreciatively. “You’d better pull up your pants first though.”

I looked down and saw that I was still naked, except for my socks,
below the waist. Blushing, I reached for my jeans.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” She told me. “You have a very godly cock. Be
proud of it.” She gave me a meaningful glance. “Mike and Bob are going to
bible study on Thursday night at about six o’clock. Maybe you should come by
then to see if he’s home?”

“Maybe I should.” I agreed, already anticipating the visit.

I picked up my pants and started to put them on, realizing that she was
right. God WAS good.

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God's Great Plan

GOD’S GREAT PLAN
By Al Steiner


My best friend when I was growing up was a k** named Mike Tilden.
Though he was considered to be a geek by practically everyone else, Mike was
an intelligent k** who read everything he could get his hands on. The term
for him these days would be ‘nerd’.

Mike's f****y was a little on the weird side, at least that is my
impression of them today. They were nice people, don't get me wrong, but
they were religious fanatics. His Dad, a bearded, hip-talking leftover from
the sixties could spout fire and brimstone for a half-hour at a time. I
particularly remember an episode when I was about ten and I'd blurted "God
dang- it" in front of him after dropping a peanut butter sandwich. He'd
sternly admonished me about taking the Lord's name in vain, explaining that
when I said something like that, God Himself heard me and looked down to see
what I wanted. Never again did I take the Lord's name in vain in his
presence. Bob Tilden was an archeologist, a profession that was usually quite
at odds with the religion that he practiced. The firm that he worked for,
however, was funded by whatever church they belonged to and was involved in
searching for archeological evidence that served to disprove evolution and
support creationism. I never knew exactly what they looked for in the
vicinity of our humble city but he did make frequent trips to the Middle
East, sometimes staying gone for months at a time.

Mike's mother, Sarah, was a housewife. She'd always seemed the
proper companion for Bob. She said grace before each meal, she served no
meat on Fridays, and she could preach the word of The Lord almost as well as
her husband when the situation warranted it. She was perky and good natured,
rarely raising her voice and she'd always welcomed me into their home and
treated me like I was her own. It was safe to say that I'd always liked
Mike's mom.

When Mike and I were twelve his mother got pregnant. I remember, as
the months went by, seeing her stomach swell further and further until finally
she went to the hospital one day and returned with a baby boy.

It was about two months after the birth of Kyle, Mike's b*****r, and
the beginning of summer vacation when I'd peddled my bicycle over to his house
to show him a new Atari game cartridge that I'd gotten for my thirteenth
birthday.

It was about nine in the morning when I knocked on the door. Nobody
answered so I knocked again and was about to go away disappointed when the
door swung open revealing Mrs. Tilden.

"Jason." She said, smiling at me. "Happy birthday, sorry Mike had to
miss it."

"Thank you." I told her. "Is Mike back from bible camp yet?"

"He got back last night." She told me. "But him and his Dad went up
to the hardware store to get some plumbing fixtures. Why don't you come in
and wait?"

I hesitated for a second. Though I loved Mike's mom to death she did
have an irritating tendency to preach. "How long have they been gone?" I
asked carefully.

"They should be back soon." She assured me. "Come on in."

She swung the screen door open and I stepped inside. As I stepped in I
noticed she was still wearing her nightgown; a knee length cotton one. Her
breasts, made large from the milk supply within them, were obviously
unencumbered by a brassiere. I looked away uncomfortably.

I sat in a chair in the living room and Mrs. Tilden sat on the couch.
On television a soap opera was playing. This was surprising. Usually the
television, if it was on at all, was tuned to the local religious channel.

We talked about my birthday and the presents I'd received for it. As
we discussed it I couldn't help but notice that her nightgown had ridden up
about eight inches past her knees. Mrs. Tilden was about thirty pounds
overweight; not fat but not thin either. I'd always thought she was pretty
but something about the way she was sitting and what she was wearing and the
raging hormones in my thirteen-year-old body made me think of her in a new
light. I found myself wondering what she looked like naked and then
immediately felt ashamed for thinking such a thing about my friend's mother.

Presently, the baby began to wail from the other room.

"Oh, excuse me for a minute." She said, standing up. The hem of her
nightgown rode up another four or five inches as she did so, revealing half of
her creamy, though chunky thighs.

She disappeared into the baby's room, returning a few minutes later
with the squalling two-month-old cradled in her arms.

"Somebody's hungry." She said, cooing softly to him.

She sat back down on the couch, got comfortable, and then began undoing
the buttons on the front of her nightgown.

Alarmed, I realized that she was about to breast feed and my face
flushed with embarrassment. "Uh," I said, standing up suddenly. "I guess
I'll come back later."

"What?" She said, looking up at me. "I thought you were going to wait
for Mike?"

"Well, " I stammered. "I don't wanna, that is, I uh..."

"Is it because I'm breast feeding?" She asked.

"Well, uh, yeah." I affirmed slowly.

"Haven't you ever seen a woman breast feed before?" She asked,
seemingly puzzled.

"Well, no." I said.

"Well." She said, acting as if it was done in public every day. "The
human body is nothing to be ashamed of." She said. "Breast feeding is a
beautiful and natural thing. It's truly God at work." She patted the couch
next to her. "Come here." She told me. "Come and watch."

Reluctantly I walked across the room and sat next to her on the couch,
unsure of myself.

She unbuttoned her nightgown and shrugged it off of her left
shoulder, pulling it down to reveal her breast. It was pasty white and about
the size of a cantaloupe. The aureole was a light shade of brown, like the
color of a pancake and the size of a silver dollar. Her nipple was huge, the
diameter of a dime and at least a half inch in length. A small amount of
pale white milk dribbled from it. As I watched she brought the baby's head
to her breast and his little toothless mouth sucked the nipple in. His jaws
immediately went to work, extracting the milk out of her body and into his.
I heard her sigh as he began feeding.

"There's nothing more beautiful than breast feeding a baby." She told
me.

I stared, wide-eyed, my penis erect as Kyle drank his fill from her.
She was explaining how breast-feeding was part of God's great plan but I
barely heard her, lost as I was in the sight of my first mammary gland.
Though it would by no means qualify for Playboy magazine it was still perfect
in my eyes.

Presently he emptied her left breast. She pulled him away from her
and covered it up, pulling the right breast, which was now quite a bit larger
than it's companion out, and attempting to attach him to the nipple. But
Kyle was having none of it. His eyes were drooping closed and his mouth
refused to suck.

"Oh Kyle." She moaned good-naturedly, "Why can't you ever drink them
both dry." She pulled the nightgown back over her breast and stood up,
excusing herself again and carrying the baby back to his room. After a
minute or so she returned. As she sat down next to me again I notice that
she'd neglected to button the nightgown back up.

"Uh, Jason?" She asked softly. "Would you mind doing me a favor?"

"What's that Mrs. Tilden?" I asked, my face still flushed and my penis
starting to deflate a little.

"Well," She said, embarrassment showing on her face. "Kyle only
emptied one breast but I have to drain both of them. I have a breast pump but
it's kind of uncomfortable."

"Yeah?" I said, naively not getting her.

"So would you mind, " She continued. "Uh, draining the other breast
for me?"

I looked up at her, noting that her face was bright red and a strange
look was in her eyes. I wasn't sure I was hearing her correctly. "How would
I do THAT?" I asked.

"Why, the same way that Kyle does of course." She told me.

"You mean," I asked, shocked, "That you want me to, uh..."

"Suckle my breast for me." She replied. "The milk is very good for
you. It's full of vitamins and protein."

I was dumbfounded, a plethora of emotions assaulting me. She wanted me
to suck on her breast. Mike's mother! "I'm not sure I should do that." I
finally said.

"Please?" She said, almost pleading. "I really don't like the pump.
It'll only take a few minutes."

"But..." I started.

"Here." She said, shrugging down her nightgown to reveal her swollen
breast again. "All you have to do it put it in your mouth and suck a little."

She placed her hand on the back of my neck and gently pulled me
forward. I didn't resist. My mouth came down and contacted her swollen
nipple. I felt it slip past my lips, a hard though yielding piece of flesh.
I could feel the bumps and ridges on its surface.

"Go ahead." She told me, her voice slightly stern. "Suck on it."

I began to suck and my mouth was immediately filled with a warm,
tasteless liquid. It came spurting out and I was f***ed to swallow quickly to
avoid dribbling. It was neither bad nor good tasting. It was neutral. As I
sucked, Mrs. Tilden's hand stayed on the back of my neck, caressing me softly.

"That's good." She cooed at me. "You're doing just fine."

Apart from the erotic feel of her breast in my mouth and the
sensation of her smooth hand on my neck, I was keenly aware of the feel of
her body against mine. My right hand curled around her waist and my chest
lay against her hip. She was incredibly soft and warm. My dick became a
ramrod in my pants. I carefully kept my crotch from pushing against her leg
so she wouldn’t feel it.

She moaned softly a few times, stirring her hips a little, something
she hadn’t done when the baby had been suckling. I noticed an odor in the
air, a musky scent that I’d never encountered before. I didn’t know where it
was coming from.

Her soft hand slid softly down the back of my shirt, gliding in slow
circles around my back. Chills ran up my spine as I felt this. At this point
I still naively believed that this was an innocent encounter, that she really
did just want me to empty her breast for her. I hoped that I wouldn’t shoot
off in my pants. What would Mrs. Tilden think if she knew how excited she was
making me? She would probably kick me right out of her house and forbid me to
ever enter it again. I tried to will my hard-on away but I might as well have
been telling the tide not to come back in for all the good it did.

The volume of milk exiting her breast into my mouth gradually slowed
down, forcing me to suck harder to extract it. This made Mrs. Tilden moan
louder and more frequently. I felt her hips buck up and down a few times.
The odor of musk became stronger, making me wonder again just what it was.
Her free hand began running through my hair.

“This is sooo much better than the breast pump.” She told me softly.
“I’m glad you came by.”

I didn’t answer, I just continued sucking on her nipple. Finally the
milk supply gave out. I gave her one very strong suck to see if I could get
any more to come out and her reaction was startling.

“Oooohh!” She squealed, her entire body tensing up for a moment. Her
hand tightened in my hair, pulling almost painfully.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, pulling my head up and looking at her
anxiously.

“Not at all.” She said, slightly breathlessly. Her face was very
flushed, her blue eyes shining. “Thank you very much Jason. That was… that
was beautiful.”

I nodded, embarrassed, not sure what to say. I sat up on the couch,
twisting my crotch away from her so she wouldn’t see the telltale bulge in my
jeans. I was trying to think of a way to make my exit. What I wanted to do
more than anything was ride my bike home, head for my room, drop my pants, and
beat off to the image of Mike’s mother. But she had other plans.

“Don’t you agree,” She asked me, looking in my eyes. “That breast
feeding is one of God’s gifts to us?”

“Uh, yeah.” I answered. “It’s great.”

She smiled. “You’re much too embarrassed by nudity.” She told me.
“Haven’t you ever seen a woman’s vagina before?”

My eyes widened. “Uh, no.” I told her. Actually I had, in various
Playboys and Penthouses that my father kept around the house. But I wasn’t
about to tell her THAT.

“Well.” She said huffily, as if I was the victim of c***d abuse or something.
“A vagina is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s another one of God’s great gifts.
Would you like to see mine?”

“Excuse me?” I squeaked, not sure I’d heard her right. Did she really
ask if I wanted to see her vagina?

“Here.” She said, dropping her hands to the hem of her nightgown.
“Let me show you.” She opened her legs and pulled the nightgown up over her
waist, revealing first her upper thighs and then the junction of them. The
first thing I saw was hair, a lot of it. It was light brown in color and
very curly. It covered her entire crotch like a blanket. She spread her
legs further and I was able to see a pair of pink lips protruding from the
middle of this nest. They were slightly open and had a sheen of moisture on
them. I found myself wondering if she’d peed herself. Where had the wetness
come from?

The smell that I’d noticed earlier suddenly assaulted me, tripling in
power as her nightgown came up. My nostrils flared. It was an odor that
should have been classified as gross but which was somehow giving me the
shivers. My dick pulsed in my pants as I inhaled it. I finally realized that
it was the odor of her pussy. The so-called “sweet nectar” that I’d read so
much about in Penthouse forum. While I wouldn’t have exactly called it
“sweet”, it was certainly putting my libido into overdrive.

“You see.” Mrs. Tilden breathed. “Nothing to be ashamed about. Every
woman has one of these.”

I nodded, speechless.

“Would you like to touch it?” She asked softly. “You can.”

I drew in a sharp intake of breath, my eyes still riveted to her. I
made no move towards her. I didn’t know what to do. I was trembling all over
like a paint-shaker, my mind reeling with confused emotions, my bl**dstream
boiling with teenaged hormones.

Mrs. Tilden reached forward and grabbed my hand. She ran her fingers
softly over it, pulling it towards her. “Here.” She whispered. “Let me help
you.”

She placed the back of my hand directly on the center of her. I felt
kinky, curly hair against my knuckles. I felt warm wetness and smooth,
slippery lips. She pulled my hand firmly against her, squishing my knuckles
against her vaginal lips. She then began moving my hand up and down,
clenching her thighs together, and trapping it there. I felt the smooth,
feminine skin of her upper thighs engulfing my hand. She clenched them and
released them a few times, pulling my hand tighter against her crotch. She
began to breathe faster and the odor of her grew stronger.

Smiling, her eyes riveted to my face (I can only imagine what my
expression was, probably something like religious exhalation), she opened her
legs again, freeing my hand. “Why don’t you put your fingers in it?” She
asked. “Feel what it’s like.”

I swallowed, gulping with a mouth that had gone dry. But I obeyed.
Using my index finger, I probed between her lips. My finger slid in easily,
all the way past the second knuckle. I felt her contract around it, pulling
at it. Vaguely, I heard myself groan.

“You can fit more fingers than that in.” She said. “Put in three.”

I added two fingers, my middle and ring. She was right, they slid in
easily. I was nearly panting now, unable to believe what was happening, no
longer able to convince myself that this was an innocent anatomy lesson, or a
religious lecture.

“Move them in and out.” She told me. I did, they made a slurping,
squishing sound, the friction very pleasant. “Yes.” She hissed softly. Her
hand slithered out and was suddenly on my crotch, squeezing and kneading me
through my jeans. I jumped, startled. No one had ever touched me there
before, though I’d imagined it in my fantasies a thousand times. And now my
best friend’s mother had become the first. It felt exquisite.

“Do you feel my pussy?” She asked me softly. “Do you feel how nice it
feels?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“You’re feeling God’s great plan.” She told me. “A pussy is
specifically designed for a nice hard cock,” She gave me a moderate squeeze
for emphasis, “Just like this one to slide into. It’s made to pleasure a
cock. And a cock is made to pleasure a pussy.” She moaned. “Oh Lord, isn’t
God great?”

“Yeah.” I breathed.

“Would you like to feel God’s great plan in action? Would you like to
feel just HOW they fit together?”

“Oh yesss!” I cried.

She released me, pushing my hand out of her crotch. My fingers were
soaked with her secretions. “Take off your pants.” She told me.

Trembling, my head filled with lust, I stared at her, reaching for
the buttons on my pants. But a wicked though occurred to me. “What about
Mike and Mr. Tilden?” I asked. “What if they, you know, come home?”

She smiled impatiently. “A little white lie on my part.” She told me.
“God will forgive me, I’m sure. They’re not at the hardware store. They went
to Bob’s work site to pick up some paperwork. They’ll be gone for hours.”

I stared at her, astonished. She had planned this encounter.
Otherwise she wouldn’t have lied to me.

“Now come on!” She hissed again. “Get those pants off. Let me show
you how kind and great God was when he designed our bodies. Let me show you
what rapture is all about.” She breathed deeply, desperation on her face.
“Please.” She pleaded. “Let me show you what my husband has forgotten.”

“Right!” I said, ripping open my pants, my little head now firmly in
control of me for the first time in my life. I pushed my pants down without
bothering to remove my shoes first and soon found myself crashing face first
to the carpet.

“Oh God, hurry, please.” Mrs. Tilden begged. “It’s been so long.”

I disentangled myself as quickly as possible, kicking off my shoes,
not bothering with my socks, and tossing my jeans to the floor. I shucked my
underwear, revealing my five-inch cock to her gaze. I was worried she would
take one look at it, declare it too small, and send me on my way but she did
no such thing. She stared at it hungrily, making a growling sound in the
back of her throat.

She held her arms out to me, beckoning. “Come on.” She panted
desperately. “Come feel God in action.”

“Right.” I repeated, moving towards her.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me on top of her. Her
breasts mashed against my chest. Her legs spread, rubbing against the outside
of mine. Her mouth came up and locked onto mine, giving me my first real
kiss. Her tongue shot into my mouth, shocking me as it swirled with mine. I
could feel the head of my cock against one of her thighs. I adjusted my
position, squirming this way and that until it was probing her wetness.

“Now put it in me!” She commanded, “Put it all the way in. Feel God!”

“Yeah.” I wheezed, sinking down into her.

I was unable to breathe, it felt so good. I slid into her sheath all
the way to the hilt, feeling her muscles pulling at me, feeling my pubis mash
against hers.

“Oh God!” She cried, loud enough to make me wonder about the neighbors
hearing. “Praise the Lord. It’s been so long. Now fuck me! Start moving!
Feel God! Feel God, Goddamit!”

“I can feel it!” I assured her, starting to thrust now, my movements
the instinctive rhythm of racial memory. Her mouth found mine again, her
tongue dueling with mine. The friction of this was beyond description. I’d
never imagined, even in my most vivid fantasies that intercourse could feel so
good. Before I’d thrusted ten times I felt the inevitability of orgasm
approaching.

I started to pant, my thrusts becoming a mad blur, my balls slamming
against her ass. I couldn’t even speak, couldn’t tell her what was about to
happen. But she knew. Her hands came down to my ass, one of her fingers
sliding between the cheeks and dipping into my anus.

“Ahhhhh!” I groaned, orgasm racking me, my seed slamming out of my
balls and up into her body, filling her up, decreasing the friction of our
union with it’s added lubrication.

When my thrusts finally slowed to a halt, my load, as it was, shot, she
disengaged her mouth from me and pulled her hands to my hair. She pulled my
face up, her eyes, filled with lust, drilling into me.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” She told me. “I haven’t seen God
yet.” She dropped her hands to my shoulders and pushed, forcing me off of her
and to the floor. I found myself staring at her pussy, which was soaked with
secretions and drooling my sperm from between its lips. She pulled my face
against her.

The smell overwhelmed me, the rich smell of musk and the mineral smell
of my sperm. My lips mashed f***efully into her, smearing this wetness across
my face. I tried to pull away, disgusted at the thought of my own sperm
touching my face, but she was insistent.

“Stick your tongue in me.” She ordered. “Lick between my lips.”

I tried to groan out some protest but she was having none of that.

“If you ever want to see God again,” She threatened. “You’d better eat
me. Eat me good. Oh God, stick your tongue in me, now!”

She pulled me closer and I had no choice but to slide my tongue between
her lower lips. I could taste my sperm dancing across my tastebuds, it’s
flavor mixed with the more pleasant taste of her pussy.

“Yes!” She cried. “Plunge it in and out!”

I did so, sliding it into her, tasting more of myself. I discovered
that it really wasn’t so bad, though I was glad it was mine. I certainly
wouldn’t have done this if it had been someone else’s sperm.

“Stick your finger up my ass!” She ordered. I wondered briefly if this
was REALLY the same woman who doted over Mike and me and offered us lemonade
after we’d been out playing particularly hard.

I did this too, sliding it across her vagina to lubricate it first.
Her asshole was tight and my finger barely went in. But after a moment she
adjusted and it slipped in and out easily.

“More!” She cried. “Put more fingers in.”

I slid another finger in alongside the first and then a third. She
groaned in ecstasy.

“Move them in and out.”

I complied, continuing to slurp away at her.

“Now suck my clit.” She said next.

I had no idea what a clit was or where it could be found, but she’d
anticipated this.

“The bump on top of my pussy.” She told me. “Suck it hard. Now!”

I moved my mouth upward, probing with my tongue, finally finding that
of which she spoke. I began to suck on it like it was a nipple and she went
truly batshit. Her pelvis began to thrust, mashing into my face. Her
breathing became erratic. Her ass began to clench around my fingers.

“Yes!” She cried. “Oh God yes! Oh sweet Lord you are soooo great! Oh
God, suck it harder!”

I did and the crotch mashing became frantic, slamming into me nearly
hard enough to bl**dy my nose. Her thighs wrapped around my shoulders and
clenched tight, nearly choking me. She began to spasm.

“Don’t stop!” She yelled. “Don’t stop. Keep it up!”

I did and the thrusting seemed to reach a peak and then finally slowed
down, coming to a stop. Her legs relaxed, dropping off of my shoulders. She
reached down and pulled my face up, looking into my eyes. I saw that she was
flushed, her forehead shiny with perspiration. Her eyes still had a mad glint
in them.

She pushed me off of her and then slid off the couch herself, spinning
around and hiking the hem of her nightgown up. This revealed her dripping
pussy and asshole to me.

“Fuck my ass.” She told me. “Slide it in and fuck me. I want to feel
you come in my asshole.”

I stared at her, uncomprehending. I’d never considered doing such a
thing before. Was it even possible?

She reached behind her with both hands, resting her weight on the
couch, and spread the cheeks of her butt widely. “Put it in.” She told me.
“Let me feel you ass-fuck me. Come on!”

I looked down and saw that my dick was hard as a crowbar once again. I
moved forward and placed the head against the brown circle of her anus and
tried to push. The head slipped in about a quarter of an inch and would go no
further.

“Lube it.” She told me. “Run your fingers through my pussy and then
put it on your cock.”

I slid two fingers into her now loose vagina, wetting them thoroughly.
I then jacked my cock a few times, getting it nice and slippery. I then tried
again.

This time my cock slid nicely into her browneye, eliciting a loud moan
from her. I moaned as well. Her ass was TIGHT. Tighter than I would have
imagined possible. I grabbed her slightly flabby buttcheeks and, using them
for leverage, started to thrust in and out. She began to thrust back against
me, panting uncontrollably once again. Her left hand came up between her legs
and began rubbing her pussy madly.

She moaned, working her way through another orgasm. When she came, her
ass started to spasm against my cock and the friction was enough to push me
over the edge again. I spurted deep into her bowels, pushing her asscheeks
together as I did so.

When I was done I pulled out, my dick withdrawing with a slurp. It was
streaked with brown that I knew was her feces, but somehow this didn’t disgust
me. Her anus disgorged a bubble of brown-tinged semen, which ran down towards
her vagina. I looked at this uncomfortably, vowing that no matter WHAT she
threatened, I wasn’t going to put my tongue THERE.

But she had no such plans. She rolled over, so she was sitting on the
carpet, and looked pointedly at me. She stared for a minute, while my mind
tried to make sense of what had just happened. Had this really been Mike’s
mother? Finally she spoke.

“What we just did was beautiful, wasn’t it?”

I looked at her, my emotions in turmoil. Had I enjoyed this? Fucking-
Aye I had. I nodded in agreement.

“It was God’s great plan in action. The pleasure of the flesh.”

“Right.” I assured her.

“But,” She said. “Society thinks it’s wrong. A mother enjoying carnal
pleasures with a young boy.”

I nodded, catching her drift but not knowing where this was going.

“You must never tell anyone what happened here today. They wouldn’t
understand. They would think it wrong. Do you think it’s wrong to enjoy my
body?”

“No.” I said immediately.

She smiled. “Good.” She said. “My husband,” She explained, “Has
misinterpreted the scriptures. He believes that sexual intercourse is
expressly reserved for procreation purposes only.”

I stared at her, her words outside the standard vocabulary of a
thirteen-year-old. She saw my confusion.

“He thinks sex is for making babies only.” She rephrased. “He hasn’t
touched me in, in the way you and I just touched, since I found out I was
pregnant with Kyle. That was nearly a year ago. A year without feeling God’s
gift.”

I wasn’t terribly impressed then though I am these days. After all,
I’d just gone thirteen years without experiencing “God’s gift”.

“We plan to have no more c***dren.” She continued. “So therefore, he
plans never to touch me, ‘that way’ again.”

I nodded as if I understood, though I didn’t.

“I NEED to be touched that way.” She told me. “Every woman does.
Like I said, it’s God’s gift.”

“Right.” I told her.

“If you would like,” She said. “You can touch me that way. You can
feel God with me whenever circumstances permit. Would you like that?”

I raised my eyebrows. If I had heard her right, she was offering to
let me fuck her whenever we could. Did I feel like that? Is the government
corrupt? “Yes.” I told her. “I would like that a lot.”

She smiled, pulling her nightgown down. “So would I.” She said. “But
there’s one condition.”

“Condition?” I asked, wondering what THAT might be.

“Yes.” She nodded. “You can never tell a soul what we’re doing.
Not a single person. Ever. I know the impulse of boys is to tell their
friends what they are doing sexually but you can never do that. Never. If
you did, the consequences would be severe for me. Not so much for you, but I
would probably be put in jail. You, on the other hand, would lose the
pleasures of the flesh from me. What is more important for you? Telling
your friends about the older pussy you’re getting, or not telling them and
continuing to get the older pussy?”

There was certainly no contest in my mind, although I know of people
who would have a problem with her deal. “I won’t tell a soul.” I assured
her. “They could torture me and I still wouldn’t tell.”

“Good.” She smiled. “Although let’s hope it never comes to that.”
She stood up, buttoning the top buttons of her nightgown. “As for now.” She
said, “I think it might be a good idea if you went home for the day. You can
try Mike tomorrow. He should be home then.” She glanced down at my waist,
eyeing it appreciatively. “You’d better pull up your pants first though.”

I looked down and saw that I was still naked, except for my socks,
below the waist. Blushing, I reached for my jeans.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” She told me. “You have a very godly cock. Be
proud of it.” She gave me a meaningful glance. “Mike and Bob are going to
bible study on Thursday night at about six o’clock. Maybe you should come by
then to see if he’s home?”

“Maybe I should.” I agreed, already anticipating the visit.

I picked up my pants and started to put them on, realizing that she was
right. God WAS good.

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A Simple Black Plan

Sandra listened to her daughter with shock at first.
She couldn't believe she was saying such things. The
girl wanted to make their white rich neighbors, the Van
Horns, their slaves. She had it all planned out already
and was showing her a tape of Jennifer (Mrs. Van Horn)
seducing the paperboy in her backyard which she had
recorded with her new cam only days earlier. She taught
it was unfair for her mother to work so hard to try to
make a living while the neighbors could screw around
and enjoy the finer things at their pleasure. Just
because she was black.

Sandra had watched the tape at first with disgust and
then found herself getting excited despite her better
nature. Jennifer had made the boy get on his knees and
service her ass while she masturbated herself at his
discomfort. Afterwards, the boy was allowed to
masturbate his cock in front of her while she laughed
at him. It was disgusting the way she used to k**.

Marcie was telling her the plan on how she was going to
blackmail Jennifer with the tape while Sandra was to
seduce the husband into submission. It was totally
ridiculous and the same time seemed to be totally
practical. After all, she had noticed the neighbor
(John Van Horn) had been admiring her body for months
now and shouldn't be that hard to tame into her toy.
Jennifer; however, was another story, but Marcie was
convinced she could do it.

A life of luxury for them. She pondered for awhile
getting excited herself at the thought. Finally, she
agreed. They continued to plan how it was going to be
done late into the night as both women went to bed
rubbing there clits with their thoughts.

**

The next morning Sandra was at the peek hole in the
fence with Marcie cam. She saw Jennifer in the back
yard on a lawn chair as usual with only a bikini on
getting her daily sun tan. Marcie was entering the yard
and starting to creep up on the woman. As she got
close, Jennifer looked up and said something to her.
Marcie sat down in a chair by the table in front of her
and was talking to her. Sandra focused the zoom lens in
to see the redness on Jennifer face as she slowly got
up from the chair.

Suddenly, Sandra saw Jennifer reach out and slap her
daughter across the face almost knocking the girl down.
She wanted to drop the cam and come to her daughter
rescue but continued to watch as Marcie turned to leave
and started walking. Their plan was doomed she thought
and almost lower the cam before she fall Jennifer
chasing after Marcie and yelling something. Marcie was
ignoring her as she continued walking with the older
white woman calling out and following her. Could her
daughter take another slap, or should she help, Sandra
pondered.

Then the surprise.

Marcie spurned around and was barking something at the
older white woman. They just both stood there for
moments and then to Sandra surprise, she watched
Jennifer reach up and unhook the top of the bikini top
letting it drop to the ground. Sandra got excited at
the sight of the older woman sagging white tits bare in
her lens. I can't believe it, she thought, trying to
focus the lens in more detail. Jennifer next reached
down and unhooked her bikini bottoms in front of Marcie
letting them drop also.

Sandra move the lens up and down looking at Jennifer
red face, her sagging tits, and her round white ass.
She reached down between her own legs and slipped her
hand under her dress and started rubbing her clit. She
watched as Jennifer got down on her knees in front of
Marcie while her daughter went around her and grabbing
her bikini top started tying Jennifer hands behind her
back. The older white woman was putting up no
resistance but turning all shades of red while her
hands were tied. Next, Marcie picked up her bikini
bottom and started tying her ankles together. Sandra
could see Jennifer was now at the mercy of her daughter
and started rubbing her clit faster wished it was her
over there. She continued to watch.

Marcie had moved back in front of Jennifer and
surprisingly reached out and slapped the woman across
the face with a blow harder than she had received
earlier. Jennifer cheek was red from the impact as she
tried to maintain her balance. Another slap followed as
Sandra watched the white woman tried to regain her
senses and was moving her legs apart in front of
Marcie. She never thought Marcie could be that cruel to
another person but when she watched her daughter foot
plow into Jennifer cunt sending the woman backwards on
the ground in pain she now knew better. Her own cunt
was dripping at the sight.

Marcie was yelling something at the woman when she
noticed Jennifer trying to get back on her knees and
the pain the woman must be going through. Marcie
started walking towards the chair as Jennifer started
crawling on her knees behind her. The plan was starting
to succeed as Sandra cunt flow freely between her legs.

Marcie had the woman now over her lap and was really
whapping Jennifer big round butt. Jennifer was
squirming wildly in her daughter lap and Sandra could
see the red imprints of her daughter palm all over the
woman butt. Finally, the woman quit squirming accepting
her fate as Sandra watched in lust as the woman ass
bucked up and down with each swat.

Marcie pushed the woman off her lap as Jennifer was
squirming on the ground in pain. Standing up, Marcie
proceeded to the house and grabbing the hose returned
to the white woman wiggling on the ground below. She
was still yelling at the woman as Jennifer turned over
putting her face to the ground and her reddened rear
up.

Sandra watched Marcie secured the white woman by her
waist and then start pushing the water hose faucet in
the woman's big ass.

What was she going to do, Sandra thought, now inserting
her fingers in her cunt and pushing them in? She
watched Marcie turn the faucet knob and the woman
jerking up in shock. Her daughter had turned the water
on in the woman's asshole.

It was only for a moment before Marcie turned it back
off but the effect could be seen through the lens as
Jennifer stomach seemed to be much bigger and the woman
was squirming in misery. Marcie had popped the hose out
and stood up while the woman was shaking miserable
below her. At her command, Sandra watched Jennifer
struggle to get up and then again on command bent over
almost to her knees. She maintained her position for a
minute before Marcie slapped her ass and Sandra watched
a stream of water shoot upward behind the woman ass.
She came at the sight almost dropping the cam while
falling on the ground in pleasure.

It took her a while to regain herself as she got back
up and grabbing the cam put it back in the peek hole to
see what was going on next. Marcie was going in the
house with Jennifer on her knees crawling behind.

She put the cam back down and lay upon her back
stroking her cunt as fast as she could. She needed to
cum again. She thought about how she was going to
accomplish her part of the plan and pondered what was
going on at present in Jennifer house. She came again.

Sandra felt like it was hours since hearing from her
daughter as she completed her shower and admired her
mature body in the mirror. She had call Jennifer's
husband John early this morning and asked him to come
over with an insurance plan that his company was
selling. She rubbed her clit slightly still remembering
what she had witness earlier that morning.

The camera was well hidden in place for her evening
activity. They had planned it pretty good.

The phone finally ran as she left the room to answer it
throwing a towel around her waist. Her daughter voice
was on the other end.

"Marcie, I can't believe what you did to that bitch.
Are you okay dear?" She asked.

Marcie started telling her what she was doing to
Jennifer in the house and how much fun she was having.
Sandra cunt started getting wet while she listened. She
was beginning to reach down to stroke it when she heard
a car drive up in the driveway.

"Got to go honey", she told Marcie. "Looks like my new
slave is arriving."

"Can't wait to have my turn with the bitch later. Bye,
bye. Enjoy."

She hung up the phone as the doorbell rang. Getting up
with only the towel wrapped around her she walked over
and opened it.

Mr. Van Horn, John, stared at the brown skin body in
disbelief and lust.

"Come on in sugar," Sandra said, turning her back to
him and swaying her hips as she walked to give him a
good view.

"Hope you don't mind. I just got out the tub and
haven't had time to get dress." She lied.

John eagerly told her he didn't and she felt his stare
at her ass as they walked in the living room and she
took a seat on the sofa. Crossing her legs, she gave
him a good view of her large thighs and could see the
reddening of his face as he focused on them. Loosening
her towel slightly, her large tit tops was exposed.

John finally found his voice as he took a seat opposite
and started talking about the policy and struggling
with his words. His sight was totally on her thighs as
she enjoyed his stare.

This man had been sex starved she thought as she
watched him staring at her thighs. He was going to be
easy to tame. Much, much earlier than she had imagined.
There wasn't much need to prolong it since he oblivious
was obsessed by his stare. She could see the large
bulge in his trousers as he was now trying to get his
words out with little success.

"Mr. Van Horn." she yelled out loud. "How dare you get
a hard on looking at my legs?"

John nearly fell back in the chair in surprise. He knew
his cock was about to explode and her voice totally
took him by surprise.

"A married man looking trying to mentally **** me," she
continued. "I aught to put your white butt over my lap
this minute and spank it. You pervert."

John sat quiet and shaken. He had fantasized for weeks
of this dark skin beauty and now his fantasy was being
played out in front of him. He gasped for air and
words. Finally, he spoke, lowering his head.

"Yes mam." He replied.

"That's yes mistress to you boy," Sandra yelled playing
her role perfect. "Get your butt up and get those
clothes off this minute. I'm not going to wear my hand
out on your worthless butt while it's covered."

John didn't hesitate. He immediately got up and
unbuckled his pants dropping them to the floor and then
unbuttoning his chair letting it fall. His shoes
quickly slid off as he stepped out of his pants. His
cock was sticking straight out in his jockey shorts for
her amusement.

Too damn easy, Sandra thought. Why hadn't she done this
earlier? The man was probably a wimp and Jennifer had
probably been fucking his ass. She was getting wet
looking at his budge.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Didn't I tell you to
get naked white boy," she yelled out as angry as she
could be.

John quickly dropped his shorts as his cock sprung
straight out at her. His face was totally red but he
made no effort to cover his cock with his hand. Sandra
knew he was now hers to own as she let the towel open
exposing her tits and cunt to his view and watched as
he gasped in surprise and lust at the sight.

"Don't just stand there. Get your butt over my lap now
and I'm going to show you what your mother should have
done years before," she yelled.

John knees seem to shake as she watched him walk over
and slowly got across her broad thighs. His cock was
jutting out between her thighs as she closed them on it
and noticed his moans of delight at the pleasure.

"I think 50 on a big white ass like yours should be
enough to warm it up." She told him slapping his right
ass cheek.

"Ohh!" John yelled. "Ohhh. Ohhhh!"

Sandra was enjoying the sight of his white ass globes
wobbling in her lap with each spank. His ass started
squirming as more and more blows were delivered to it
in succession.

"Please no more mistress," John begged. "It hurts."

"You bet its going to hurt. You pervert." Sandra
yelled. "When I get through with your white ass you
want be able to see for a week."

Sandra could feel his cum leaking down her thighs and
knew the bastard was trying to get off. She laid the
remaining blows as hard and fast as she could on his
ass just to prevent it. He was yelling and cussing as
she pushed him off his lap onto the hard floor below.

"Awhhhhh." John yelled grabbing his ass and rubbing it
while squirming on the hard surface below.

Sandra got off the couch and stood straddling his face
from above.

"Is this what you wanted to see boy?" She asked
spreading her legs wide and giving him an excellent
view of her wet cunt above. Bet you want me to sit on
your face. Don't you white boy."

John was staring at disbelief and excitement. His cock
sprang up as he laid starting up in lust at her hairy
black cunt. He couldn't stand it.

"Please mistress," he asked. "Please sit on my face."

"What about your wife white boy. She'll probably shit
her pants knowing you was begging to lick my pussy."
She taunted.

"Fuck her." John replied. "Sit on my face mistress. Let
me lick your beautiful pussy.

Sandra slowly lowered her cunt down on John face as she
felt his tongue quickly start licking up and down her
clity. This was too easy she thought enjoying the
feeling between her legs. She knew she was getting this
all on tape and enjoying every minute of it. She came
and rubbed her cunt up and down on his nose as he tried
to tongue it longer.

"Now for the main course dearie." She teased him
getting up and then turning around so he could see her
beautiful black ass above. Slowly she started lowering
it back down on his face. She was only halfway down
before she felt his tongue on his asshole.

"Slower slave." She demanded. "Lick around the rim for
a while first."

Sandra felt his tongue working around and around her
anus opening and then start working its way inside. Her
cunt was soaking wet as she rub it on his chin while he
darted his tongue in and out her asshole. It was pure
bliss to have your asshole tongued. It wasn't very long
till she climax again. She slowly got up.

"Get your white ass up and call your work and tell them
you're sick." She demanded. "I have plans for you boy."

John quickly got up and ran over to the phone dialing
his boss. He was acting like he had a severe cough over
the phone while Sandra took behind him groping his ass
cheek in back. As soon as he got off, she pushed a
finger deep in his asshole making him lean over the
table in surprise and excitement. She noticed his cock
springing up in excitement and his ass pushing back for
the intruder as she plunged it in and out.

"Cum white boy. Cum for your mistress." She commanded
knowing he was on the verge of cumming.

"Ahhhhhh." John screamed as his white cum shot out
under the table below.

Sandra slowly withdrew her finger in triumph. She could
tell by his compulsions that he was hers now to use
anyway she wanted.

"Get down there and lick that mess up you created on
the floor while I make a phone call." She commanded.
"It better be clean by the time I get back."

John immediately dropped down and started licking his
cum spots on the floor as Sandra walked out into the
kitchen and quickly call her daughter on the phone. She
heard Marcie voice on the other end.

"Oh hi mom," Marcie said. "How's things over there?"

Sandra quickly started telling Marcie of her adventure
with John not daring to leave out any details. Her cunt
was getting wet again and wanted to get back to living
room as soon as possible. When she was done, she
thanked her daughter for the idea and hung up. Quickly,
she ran back to the living room to see John still in
position with his white ass sticking straight out at
her. She rubbed her cunt in excitement.

Meanwhile:

"Keep it up toilet face." Marcie was saying from above
sitting on the couch and hanging up the phone.

She had a toilet plunger in her hand and was pumping it
up and down on Jennifer poor face lying on her back on
the floor below. "My feet are still sore."

Marcie had her feet between Jennifer large breasts as
the woman below was rubbing her feet with her large
boobs.

"I might need another butt massage by your tongue
soon." She laughed rubbing her clit.

To be continued?
... Continue»
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The Plan - Incomplete

Written for my fiance on the occasion of our third anniversary. Comments welcomed. Obviously it's unfinished. The plot is this:
* Airport
* Fuck
* Get High
* Make Love
I'll post the final version after she get it.

I started out calling this story is “The Plan”. Upon reflection, I found that the title was not particularly appropriate. You see, the word “plan” implies a best guess. It means, “this is how things are supposed to go”. It is used in phrases like, “If all goes to plan...”, or “I need a Plan B”. But it doesn’t describe this story. What I’ve written here is exactly what I’m going to do to you. This is not “the plan”, so much as this is “exactly how I am going to fuck you”.

Exactly How I am Going To Fuck You.

It’s not a long ride from my house to YVR, usually...up 99 into Richmond, follow the signs. Canadian drivers are dipshits (“hosers” in the local parlance, I believe), but at least they know which lane is the passing lane. Usually. Today they are all driving too slowly. But perhaps I am just unusually antsy.

I’ve been unusually antsy all week as I’ve anticipated your arrival. We met almost three years ago, today. I remember meeting you at that bar---that lounge in the Indian place on High Street. I remember laughing, and smiling, looking into your eyes, brushing your hand with mine. I remember thinking “I should lean in and kiss her, because I think that’s the only way she’ll let me touch her boobs in this restaurant”. I remember following you to your car and thinking, “I am going to fuck her later”. It was funny, because I had never met a girl and taken her home, or followed her home, or slept with her before I got her phone number. But I knew that I’d be inside you that night. I knew it. I think you did to.

But I know exactly what’s going to happen this evening.

I know that I’ll meet you with your baggage. You have one large black rolling bag and a pink carry-on, and your purse. You’re wearing a black sweater, and black pants. Your black curly hair falling down your face, bouncing on your shoulders. Your brown eyes are sparkling behind your freckles as I ease one hand behind your back. I feel tensions release at my touch as you fall into my embrace and our lips meet. This is truly what it means to melt into somebody. I can feel your warmth, your passion in your kiss. As our tongues dance I know what a long trip it’s been. I can feel the middle seat, and the k** behind you, and the chatty housewife, and the sweaty fat man. And I can feel it drift away.

Your hand finds mine as we pull back onto the highway. It’s not a long ride from YVR to my place... Down 99 to the end, last exit before the States, but your naked body flashes constantly through my find. Images of your swollen pussy spread out before me punctuate every sentence.

Did-you-fly-through-rub-the-tip-of-my-cock-between-minneapolis-as-usual-your-swollen-labia-and-oh-right-you-flew-american-this-time-so-you-came-thrust-into-you-from-below-as-i-feel-your-through-chicago-or-dallas-pussy-juice-trickling-down-the-inside-of-my-thigh-well-im-so-glad-you’ve-sinking-your-teeth-into-my-shoulder-as-you-come-to-see-me.
I shift in my seat as my penis becomes fully erect, lodging itself painfully between my belt and my stomach. We’ve stopped talking as my hand slid down your armrest, innocently landing on the inside of your thigh. You close your eyes and your head falls gently against the head rest, then rolling smoothly to rest on your left shoulder. I slide my hand up your thigh feeling an increasing warmness emanating from its apex. Your eyes gently open and you smile, slightly, as my grip tightens. With my smallest finger, I trace up your pelvis, which makes you shudder, around your hips, and up your side which makes you shudder again, and blush. Our hands meet as I turn off of the highway.

Why is it that there are more traffic circles (“roundabouts”, the Euros say) within ten miles of my house than there are in the entire state of Texas, but nobody in this country understands the concept? This is the only thought in my mind that doesn’t involve your naked, writhing body...that doesn’t involve some appendage of mine in some orifice of yours, thrusting. My thoughts are completely blurred as I lift your bags out of the car and press the call button for the elevator.



I pull my tongue from your pussy and savor your scent. It is time for me to make love to you.

Your ankles rest on my shoulders as your soft white body displayed for me, your wide hips and large nipples begging for my touch. I gently stroke your left calf while holding my dick in my hand, running the tip of my cock along the length of your wet slit. Our eyes meet as I find your drooling hole with my member, teasing you as I move it between your inner labia in lazy circles around the entrance to your temple.

I must have you.

Easing my hips forward, I enter you with a long sigh.

I love the feeling of entering you when I’m stoned. Say what you want about weed, but there’s nothing like the feeling of making love when you’re high. I can feel the head of my penis pushing against your inner lips. There is just a moment of resistance as I slide forward...but just a moment. Your womanhood parts and accepts me, and I can feel your insides giving way to the welcomed intruder. I feel your inner labia against the corona of my penis as I push deeper into you, and at once the heat coming from your sex envelops me.

My body urges me forward, but I know the best has not yet come. A trillion nerve endings along the shaft of my penis send fireworks through my balls, around my anus, and up my spine into my brain. The sensation is a bit like running a feather up the underside of your arm, or the inside of your thigh, except everywhere, much tighter and much wetter. I can only imagine that you must feel the same way when I wrap my tongue around your clitoris. My hips meet yours...I can go no further...I can know you no deeper. Inside my skull, a million tiny, molten fingers reach into my throbbing brain, connecting my deepest thoughts and memories and desires to every part of my body, down my back, through my testicles, around the base of my glans and down to its tip, which is lodged firmly inside you. Every part of me, from the tips of my fingers, to the center of my brain, to the webbing of my toes is connected to every part of you through the conduit of my cock.

But the best part is slowly withdrawing my member, and experiencing the entire set of sensations in reverse. I can feel the nerve endings going dark...the relative coolness on my naked skin, exasperated by your wetness...and finally a void, an emptiness, the feeling of being without. As the head of my prick pulls free from your sex, strands of your essence form the last bridge of our lust. It feels like getting out of the shower too quickly, when you’ve woken up too early, on a morning in January that’s too cold. The only place in the world that you ever want to be is back inside that warm, wet sanctuary.

You are my woman...you have given yourself to me, and I have taken you. Nothing can keep me from knowing you, from feeling you, from being inside of you, from making love to you. You will bear my c***dren, and I will provide for you. We will know pleasure, and we will know pain, and we will know passion. Our lovemaking is liquid, like waves rolling in the sea, or trees responding to a gentle breeze. Our pace is measured. You know my body and I know yours. You shift your hips and moan, and I know I have hit your g spot. I know that I will make you cum, and I know that I will empty myself deep inside of you. I have claimed you, as you have claimed me.

Your breath is heavy, face and breasts...flushed. Nipples are erect, standing in the center of large, brown areola. Black curls are splayed across the pillow. You are an opus of lust and beauty and ecstasy laid out before me.

I lean forward, my lips finding yours. With my right arm I steady myself as I thrust, sliding easily in and out of your cunt, pulling you into me with my left arm behind your shoulders. Our tongues entwined, you run your fingers through my chest hair, and down my sides, ending on my hips where they encourage me ever deeper. I can taste your sweat on my kiss, coupled with the last vestiges my seed which you swallowed so hungrily just an hour ago, as we move together.

she cums.

You roll off of me collapsing on your back next to me, temporarily exhausted as we pause to take another hit from our pipe, drinking it deeply, letting ourselves be taken by the lust and the narcotic. You have cum several times, but I have not cum yet. That will change.

You exhale a cloud of smoke and, turning to me, you smile. Without a word you roll over and put your ass in the air, begging to be taken doggy style. I oblige, because I am nothing, if I am not a gentleman.

Standing behind you, I hold myself in my right hand, firmly grabbing your hip with my left. Your face is in a pillow, your black curly hair a mess, your soft sighs accompany a gentle tickle as you reach back to caress the underside of my balls. With your ass in the air, easing your legs apart exposes swollen, read labia, hanging shamelessly asunder, exposing their treasure, your innermost, to me, begging for entry. Using the crown of my rigid member, I caress your clitoris, rubbing my dick up and down the length of your canyon, teasing you while I spread your lubrication from the apex of your lips to your perineum, eliciting an anticipatory moan as I find your window.

“Please”, you say.

With one gentle motion I am inside of you to the hilt as a guttural moan passes from your mouth. I withdraw fully, and watch as the glistening head of my phallus parts your rosy lips, proceeding deeply into your weeping pussy. Your moans of pleasure are broken by a slight discomfort...I am not large, by any metric, but I have bottomed out inside of you. I can feel your cervix, the entrance to your womb.

some more fucking.

I can feel my orgasm building, deep inside of me. A numbness starts somewhere deep below my balls. A contraction sends a shiver through my testicles, into the base of my cock, and through its tip. I swell slightly, which makes me instantly more aware of your walls, caressing me, imploring me deeper, begging me to deposit my seed. Another spasm effects a building euphoria, with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure through my extremities. The numbness inside of me turns into a tingling, a gentle buzzing that works its way through the center of my penis. This is accompanied by a dull ache at the base of my shaft, which is always a result of our extended interludes. I spasm again, and the muscles in my stomach clench. My dick spasms, hard, and doesn’t relax..a rush of bl**d from the base of my balls to the tip of my cock e****ts my seed deep against your womb. Spurt after spurt douses the walls of pussy as all of my stomach muscles clench, my emissions pooling deep against your cervix. I empty myself into you.

Immediately I am dizzy, light headed. Spasming again, I slowly remove my spent member, our mixed fluids seeping from your swollen pussy. The world is turning as I collapse next to you, and fade out of consciousness, dying in your arms. Your face inches from mine, eye to eye, I see you, dying too.

“I love you,” you say.

I love you, too. ... Continue»
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The Plan - Incomplete

In the process of being written, for my fiance, on the occasion of our third anniversary.

Comments are welcomed. This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story.
-------

I started out calling this story is “The Plan”. Upon reflection, I found that the title was not particularly appropriate. You see, the word “plan” implies a best guess. It means, “this is how things are supposed to go”. It is used in phrases like, “If all goes to plan...”, or “I need a Plan B”. But it doesn’t describe this story. What I’ve written here is exactly what I’m going to do to you. This is not “the plan”, so much as this is “exactly how I am going to fuck you”.

Exactly How I am Going To Fuck You.

It’s not a long ride from my house to YVR, usually...up 99 into Richmond, follow the signs. Canadian drivers are dipshits (“hosers” in the local parlance, I believe), but at least they know which lane is the passing lane. Usually. Today they are all driving too slowly. But perhaps I am just unusually antsy.

I’ve been unusually antsy all week as I’ve anticipated your arrival. We met almost three years ago, today. I remember meeting you at that bar---that lounge in the Indian place on High Street. I remember laughing, and smiling, looking into your eyes, brushing your hand with mine. I remember thinking “I should lean in and kiss her, because I think that’s the only way she’ll let me touch her boobs in this restaurant”. I remember following you to your car and thinking, “I am going to fuck her later”. It was funny, because I had never met a girl and taken her home, or followed her home, or slept with her before I got her phone number. But I knew that I’d be inside you that night. I knew it. I think you did to.

But I know exactly what’s going to happen this evening.

I know that I’ll meet you with your baggage. You have one large black rolling bag and a pink carry-on, and your purse. You’re wearing a black sweater, and black pants. Your black curly hair falling down your face, bouncing on your shoulders. Your brown eyes are sparkling behind your freckles as I ease one hand behind your back. I feel tensions release at my touch as you fall into my embrace and our lips meet. This is truly what it means to melt into somebody. I can feel your warmth, your passion in your kiss. As our tongues dance I know what a long trip it’s been. I can feel the middle seat, and the k** behind you, and the chatty housewife, and the sweaty fat man. And I can feel it drift away.

Your hand finds mine as we pull back onto the highway. It’s not a long ride from YVR to my place... Down 99 to the end, last exit before the States, but your naked body flashes constantly through my find. Images of your swollen pussy spread out before me punctuate every sentence.

Did-you-fly-through-rub-the-tip-of-my-cock-between-minneapolis-as-usual-your-swollen-labia-and-oh-right-you-flew-american-this-time-so-you-came-thrust-into-you-from-below-as-i-feel-your-through-chicago-or-dallas-pussy-juice-trickling-down-the-inside-of-my-thigh-well-im-so-glad-you’ve-sinking-your-teeth-into-my-shoulder-as-you-come-to-see-me.
I shift in my seat as my penis becomes fully erect, lodging itself painfully between my belt and my stomach. We’ve stopped talking as my hand slid down your armrest, innocently landing on the inside of your thigh. You close your eyes and your head falls gently against the head rest, then rolling smoothly to rest on your left shoulder. I slide my hand up your thigh feeling an increasing warmness emanating from its apex. Your eyes gently open and you smile, slightly, as my grip tightens. With my smallest finger, I trace up your pelvis, which makes you shudder, around your hips, and up your side which makes you shudder again, and blush. Our hands meet as I turn off of the highway.

Why is it that there are more traffic circles (“roundabouts”, the Euros say) within ten miles of my house than there are in the entire state of Texas, but nobody in this country understands the concept? This is the only thought in my mind that doesn’t involve your naked, writhing body...that doesn’t involve some appendage of mine in some orifice of yours, thrusting. My thoughts are completely blurred as I lift your bags out of the car and press the call button for the elevator.



I pull my tongue from your pussy and savor your scent. It is time for me to make love to you.

Your ankles rest on my shoulders as your soft white body displayed for me, your wide hips and large nipples begging for my touch. I gently stroke your left calf while holding my dick in my hand, running the tip of my cock along the length of your wet slit. Our eyes meet as I find your drooling hole with my member, teasing you as I move it between your inner labia in lazy circles around the entrance to your temple.

I must have you.

Easing my hips forward, I enter you with a long sigh.

I love the feeling of entering you when I’m stoned. Say what you want about weed, but there’s nothing like the feeling of making love when you’re high. I can feel the head of my penis pushing against your inner lips. There is just a moment of resistance as I slide forward...but just a moment. Your womanhood parts and accepts me, and I can feel your insides giving way to the welcomed intruder. I feel your inner labia against the corona of my penis as I push deeper into you, and at once the heat coming from your sex envelops me.

My body urges me forward, but I know the best has not yet come. A trillion nerve endings along the shaft of my penis send fireworks through my balls, around my anus, and up my spine into my brain. The sensation is a bit like running a feather up the underside of your arm, or the inside of your thigh, except everywhere, much tighter and much wetter. I can only imagine that you must feel the same way when I wrap my tongue around your clitoris. My hips meet yours...I can go no further...I can know you no deeper. Inside my skull, a million tiny, molten fingers reach into my throbbing brain, connecting my deepest thoughts and memories and desires to every part of my body, down my back, through my testicles, around the base of my glans and down to its tip, which is lodged firmly inside you. Every part of me, from the tips of my fingers, to the center of my brain, to the webbing of my toes is connected to every part of you through the conduit of my cock.

But the best part is slowly withdrawing my member, and experiencing the entire set of sensations in reverse. I can feel the nerve endings going dark...the relative coolness on my naked skin, exasperated by your wetness...and finally a void, an emptiness, the feeling of being without. As the head of my prick pulls free from your sex, strands of your essence form the last bridge of our lust. It feels like getting out of the shower too quickly, when you’ve woken up too early, on a morning in January that’s too cold. The only place in the world that you ever want to be is back inside that warm, wet sanctuary.

You are my woman...you have given yourself to me, and I have taken you. Nothing can keep me from knowing you, from feeling you, from being inside of you, from making love to you. You will bear my c***dren, and I will provide for you. We will know pleasure, and we will know pain, and we will know passion. Our lovemaking is liquid, like waves rolling in the sea, or trees responding to a gentle breeze. Our pace is measured. You know my body and I know yours. You shift your hips and moan, and I know I have hit your g spot. I know that I will make you cum, and I know that I will empty myself deep inside of you. I have claimed you, as you have claimed me.

Your breath is heavy, face and breasts...flushed. Nipples are erect, standing in the center of large, brown areola. Black curls are splayed across the pillow. You are an opus of lust and beauty and ecstasy laid out before me.

I lean forward, my lips finding yours. With my right arm I steady myself as I thrust, sliding easily in and out of your cunt, pulling you into me with my left arm behind your shoulders. Our tongues entwined, you run your fingers through my chest hair, and down my sides, ending on my hips where they encourage me ever deeper. I can taste your sweat on my kiss, coupled with the last vestiges my seed which you swallowed so hungrily just an hour ago, as we move together.

she cums.

You roll off of me collapsing on your back next to me, temporarily exhausted as we pause to take another hit from our pipe, drinking it deeply, letting ourselves be taken by the lust and the narcotic. You have cum several times, but I have not cum yet. That will change.

You exhale a cloud of smoke and, turning to me, you smile. Without a word you roll over and put your ass in the air, begging to be taken doggy style. I oblige, because I am nothing, if I am not a gentleman.

Standing behind you, I hold myself in my right hand, firmly grabbing your hip with my left. Your face is in a pillow, your black curly hair a mess, your soft sighs accompany a gentle tickle as you reach back to caress the underside of my balls. With your ass in the air, easing your legs apart exposes swollen, read labia, hanging shamelessly asunder, exposing their treasure, your innermost, to me, begging for entry. Using the crown of my rigid member, I caress your clitoris, rubbing my dick up and down the length of your canyon, teasing you while I spread your lubrication from the apex of your lips to your perineum, eliciting an anticipatory moan as I find your window.

“Please”, you say.

With one gentle motion I am inside of you to the hilt as a guttural moan passes from your mouth. I withdraw fully, and watch as the glistening head of my phallus parts your rosy lips, proceeding deeply into your weeping pussy. Your moans of pleasure are broken by a slight discomfort...I am not large, by any metric, but I have bottomed out inside of you. I can feel your cervix, the entrance to your womb.

some more fucking.

I can feel my orgasm building, deep inside of me. A numbness starts somewhere deep below my balls. A contraction sends a shiver through my testicles, into the base of my cock, and through its tip. I swell slightly, which makes me instantly more aware of your walls, caressing me, imploring me deeper, begging me to deposit my seed. Another spasm effects a building euphoria, with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure through my extremities. The numbness inside of me turns into a tingling, a gentle buzzing that works its way through the center of my penis. This is accompanied by a dull ache at the base of my shaft, which is always a result of our extended interludes. I spasm again, and the muscles in my stomach clench. My dick spasms, hard, and doesn’t relax..a rush of bl**d from the base of my balls to the tip of my cock e****ts my seed deep against your womb. Spurt after spurt douses the walls of pussy as all of my stomach muscles clench, my emissions pooling deep against your cervix. I empty myself into you.

Immediately I am dizzy, light headed. Spasming again, I slowly remove my spent member, our mixed fluids seeping from your swollen pussy. The world is turning as I collapse next to you, and fade out of consciousness, dying in your arms. Your face inches from mine, eye to eye, I see you, dying too.

“I love you,” you say.

I love you, too. ... Continue»
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The Daddy Plan




12:23 am, backseat of a car...


"Oh fuck me. Yeah! Harder!"

17 year old Ellie Arnold moans loudly as the guy pounding his cock into her does as she asks. But even as he does she knows she is probably going to regret it. Teen boys are known for their stamina but not their control. Sure they can get it up multiple times but it never takes much to get them off. Ellie learned this and has done what she can to compensate.

She could still taste the cum in her mouth from the blowjob she gave him a little while ago. Without doing that Ronnie would just pop off in a couple of minutes of having her shaved little pussy around his dick. Ellie often wondered how it was that teen boys could jerk off so much and never learn any control.

He was already groaning. She rubs her clit hard. Between blowing him and the 3 minutes of fucking she was about to cum but she knew he would beat her to it.

He did.

Thrusting hard he buries himself into her and grinds. Body shaking and breath a ragged pant. She rubs herself hard. Trying to climax before he pulls out. She fails. He looms over her as her hand slows. So close.

"That was hot baby." he says as he kisses the sweaty side of her neck.

Ellie wraps her arms around him. He was as sweet as he was unskilled. She knew tonight would end the same as most nights with her in her own bed thrusting a fake cock into herself and making a wet spot in her bed.

When she gets home she finds her dad watching an old movie. Like he always is. He is never really sad but not much makes him smile anymore. Mom took care of that. What she did to him still makes Ellie mad. Fucked around on him. That was bad enough. But then when he finally could not ignore it anymore she blamed him. She was a beautiful woman and he was an average man. Love strikes where it will but it does not always last. It was his fault she said. Not interesting enough. Not successful enough. Just not enough.

It was bullshit but he was too good a man to see her for what she was. So he let her lead him around by the nose for a while going through the motions of counseling and trying to be something he was not just to please her. When he finally lost his temper she just left. But as it turns out dad was no fool. He had hired a detective. The pictures and videos were more than enough to make sure he both got custody of Ellie and paid next to nothing in alimony.

Ellie smiled at that part. Mom was soooo pissed. She had been f***ed to find a man to live with. Threw a nice monkey wrench into her hedonistic plans. It had been over a year since she had even seen her daughter and as far as Ellie was concerned that was just fine.

She just hated that dad could not seem to pull himself out of the funk. Ellie had tried. She got him to join groups with her. Ones filled with single women and divorced moms. More than a few had taken an interest in him. He just would not respond. Dad was polite and friendly enough but nothing ever came of any of the attention. His daughter tried so hard that eventually he caught on and asked her to just stop. He had said taking care of her was his life now and he was happy with that. With tears in her eyes she had agreed.

That was 2 years ago and Ellie was now well on her way to her 18th birthday. They had a nice life and she had no complaints. She just worried about him.

But at the moment she was horny and needed to get upstairs.

"Hi Dad." she greets him. Bending down to hug him.

"Hello princess. How was your date?" he asks in his deep voice.

"Eh? Fine. I think I am going to break-up with him."

Dad cocks his head, "Why honey?"

"Just not working out. He never wants to do any of the things I want to do. I go to football games and watch stupid movies with him but when I want to do something he always wiggles out of it. Just ya know tired of it." she explains.

She of course did not say all he really wanted to do was fuck her. Not something you tell your dad. If Ronnie was any good at it the story would be far different. She hoped the wetness she could feel seeping into her panties would not give her away. Really needed to get upstairs.

Feeling a touch shy she tilts her eyes down. And then something happens. Dad is wearing a robe but it has slipped a little open. His shorts visible. And along one leg. Oh my god. She knows she should look away but for a long moment she does not. The hunger in her keeps her eyes locked. That is one hell of a cock.

"Goodnight daddy." she mutters.

Ellie is a pretty girl. Red hair that has turned more into a light blonde. Medium height. Nice curves but not the sort that make eyes bug out when they see her. Long legs though with a fine shape to them. Her father is a good sized man than until recently kept himself in good shape. A little over six feet tall with black short hair that tends to curl a little. His face is what they call ruggedly handsome. Not pretty but very much a man. Ellie thinks he is gorgeous.

With a quick kiss on his cheek she heads upstairs. Locking her door and pulling off her clothes as she moves towards her bed. Reaching into the hidden little space in her head board she pulls out her favorite dildo. 9" long and really thick. She sticks the tip of it in her mouth as her other hand pushes her panties off in an awkward move.

Ellie lays down on the bed. Licking the fake cock and getting it wet. Her other hand stroking and pulling open her very wet pussy. She literally shoves it into herself. Fingers moving to pinch her throbbing clit. She pumps it. Pinches it as forbidden images run through her mind. In moment she is arching her hips.

One one escapes her lips.... "Daddy." and she cums.


The next morning...


Ellie wakes up from erotic dreams. First every boy she knows lined up to fuck her. They all did but each left her hanging on the edge of an orgasm. She rubbed and rubbed. Pinched her tits but nothing helped. She was crying her need so great. Then he appeared. With a cock impossibly huge. Shoving it into her she had screamed and.... woke up.

With a very wet pussy. She grabbed her toy and again plunged it into herself. The young girl had always been like this. She could stroke and pinch herself forever and not cum. The need for something inside of her was just too strong. But once she shoved some fake cock, or a candle, or a plastic bottle into her wet hole or her ass then she could explode. Sometimes she would just gush cum.

Ellie had developed an passionate love of men's dicks. Her computer was filled with videos of men stroking themselves. The bursting of cum at the end never failed to get her horny. Sometimes she would just lay back and slowly fuck herself and watch guy after guy pumping their meat. Her record was a round dozen orgasms.

Now her thoughts were full of the forbidden. She imagined her father grabbing her and bending her over the kitchen table. Pulling her down onto his lap when she comes home all wet and horny. Spanking her for being a slut and fucking all those boys and then fucking her good and hard. She tells herself it is just fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. Everybody thinks of taboo things. And she cums. Over and over again.

Going to need some new sheets. She chuckles softly to herself when she finally stops.

Then her mind starts to wander to other places. He is lonely. All the efforts she made to get him to hook up with women his own age. How much she loved him and hated her mom.

Maybe.

No. It was crazy. He would never...

Well maybe never.

She could tempt him. But that would be wrong.

Maybe if she worked it up slowly. Maybe it would inspire him to find a woman. No way would it ever reach the end. Of course not.

Maybe.

She smiles and starts to make some plans.


That night...


When Martin Arnold comes home he finds a note. He can hear noises upstairs. The house was huge the only thing he had inherited from his f****y. Far too big for the two of them. There is a note on the kitchen table.


I invited some friends for a sl**pover. Sorry I did not ask it was just kinda an impulsive thing. I made you one of those pizzas you like. Just toss it in the oven and you are all set.

Love you. Ellie.

P.S. Be a good daddy and don't come up we are gonna do make-overs and the girls won't be dressed all the time.



He chuckles and flips the oven on. Pulling a beer from the fridge he heads into his study. There was a game on tonight so pizza, beer and a little time to himself does not seem like a bad thing.

Walking into the room he instantly notices something seems off. Things have been moved on his desk. Ellie rarely came in here. She had her own computer and did not need to use his except under very rare circumstances. His system was state of the art and he tried not to frown at the thought of her using it. She was tech savvy but still she moved stuff around on the desktop and often did not clean up after herself.

The machine powers up... and everything looks exactly as he left it. Odd. Curiosity drives him to open up the recycle bin. Hmmmm... looks like she was doing something with video. A few clicks and a window opens.

A live feed.

From a camera in his daughter's room.

Standing in the middle of the frame is Susan one of her friends.

Topless.

Whoa.

Martin sits frozen. Then the sound kicks in. Lots of laughter.

"Ok. Ok. Everybody stop. Judges lets see those scores." his daughters voice.

Susan pushes her small boobs up and shakes them a little. She is a black haired girl with a pretty smile on an otherwise average face. The giggles die down.

"Next!"

A girl he does not know appears in the frame. Tall. Red hair. She pulls her tee shirt off. Now those are some boobs. Full Cs no doubt capped by big pink nipples. She leans forward and shakes them with a big grin on her face.

"Ok girls what do I get for these babies?" she asks in a throaty voice.

Bursts of giggles and catcalls. Martin had never really realized how dirty young girls can get when they cut loose. Some of the suggestions we downright x-rated.

He sits back. Caught in a classic moral dilemma. He knows he should just turn off the video. The question of why his daughter has a camera running is not one he is willing to speculate on. But no matter what the reason he knows watching is wrong. The girls are all legal but they are still in high school and that is enough to make him squirm as he watches the girl's tongue flick out to lick at one of the nipples that are hard now.

Martin's hand reaches out as the girl vanishes out of the frame. There is more noise and then he sees a new girl from behind. He knows that butt. Oh fuck.

Her name is Cassandra.

She is just stunningly beautiful. Irish mother and an America father. A smile that melts your heart and a body that makes grown women cry. Pale skin and platinum blonde hair. Blue eyes so brilliant they just shine.

His breath catches in this throat as she slowly turns and peels off her shirt. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Even the girls in the room are quiet. Finally one speaks up.

"Is it just me or is anybody else dying of jealousy?"

There is a chorus of agreement. Martin hears his daughter's voice.

"She is the prettiest but this is a boobs contest. Anybody can win."

Cassandra sticks her tongue out, "Are you saying you don't like them?" there is a hint of challenge in her voice.

"Can you see me holding up the 10?" Ellie answers back.

"Smart move." Cassie replies.

Marty wonders a little about that exchange. Seems like something there. But have pity on the guy. Can't really blame him cause a whole lot of bl**d has left his brain and gone south.

He does have enough self-control to not just whip out his dick. In fact he flips on his TV because it is time for the game. Getting the pizza out of the oven he brings it back to his study. Sure he leaves the feed on his computer running but his attention does mostly shift away.


Later than night...


Martin has not been paying attention to the video feed for a while. Once the contest was over things settled down a bit. He saw a few girls with fancy hairdos and some with elaborate make-up. His interest in the current hot boy bands and school gossip was pretty close to zero. Finally as he is finishing the last beer in the six-pack the girls settle down. Most of them are sl**ping in one of the guest rooms.

Then Ellie and Cassie are alone in Ellie's room. His eyes widen as the beautiful girl moves into his daughter's arms. Ellie brushes the lovely blonde hair from the other girl's cheeks.

They kiss. Long and hot.

Oh shit.

"So you don't think my tits are the best?" Cassie asks somewhat sternly.

Ellie blushes, "You know I do. But I couldn't.... I mean you are the one that does not want anybody to know not me."

"You know why love. I don't want to hear the shit the boys will say at school."

"Is that the only reason?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"Prove it."

"You are a cheeky bitch you know that?"

"Yeah? What are you going to do about it?"

Cassie pushes Ellie onto the bed. All she has on is a little pair of panties. Those get jerked down. Martin feels a deep stab of guilt as the beautiful teen ass of his daughter is displayed. The other girl runs a hand over the soft globes.

"You know what happens to cheeky little girls don't you?" Cassie asks in a firm voice.

"They get teased by their secret girlfriend? Lots of little booty kisses?"

SMack.... SMack...

Cassandra's hand lands on Ellie's ass with a nice crack. Two red hand prints appear.

"What happens?" Cassie demands.

"You lick me?"

SMAck.... SMAck..... two sharper blows.

"What. Happens?"

"You stand in awe of my awesome ass?"

SMACk.... SMACk.... SMACk... SMACk..... Ellie twists and groans deeply.

"What! Fucking! Happens?" the voice is harsh now.

"oooooww fuck! What happens is my Mistress beats my ass until I beg her to make me cum." Ellie gasps out.

Cassandra is caressing the now lightly red bottom.

"That's better. Now how many do you think you deserve for being a bitch?"

"Uuuummmm 5?"

SMACK..... That is loud and hard. A clear red imprint on the already red cheek.

"Try again."

"ooouch. Shit. Ok. Ok. 10."

SMACK..... Ellie bucks on the bed and her legs kick hard.

"I don't think so."

"ouch ouch ouch ouch. 15 Mistress. Please give me 15."

Again Cassie's hand goes back to caressing. Martin can see Ellie shiver as she pushes her ass back against the hand.

SMAck.... SMAck.... SMAck... SMAck... SMAck.... The blows come fast and Ellie cries out at each one.

"Who has the best tits you have ever seen?"

"You. You. You do Mistress."

SMAck..... SMAck.... SMAck.... SMAck.... SMAck....

"Who has the best ass on the fucking planet?"

"You do. I love your ass. Love. Love. Love it."

SMAck..... SMAck.... SMAck.... SMAck.... SMAck..... Ellie's ass is bright red now.

When Cassie runs her hands over those red cheeks. Then she walks over to the nightstand next to the bed. She comes back with a latex cock in her hand. Bending over she pries Ellie's mouth open and starts to slide it in and out.

"Now beg me to make you cum." she says as she pulls it out.

"Please Mistress. Please fuck me with that dick and make me cum. Nobody does it like you!"

Cassie kneels down and with one hand spreads Ellie's legs more. Then her hand goes up a soft thigh and fingers expose the girl's pink wet pussy. The head of the cock goes along the slit a few times and Ellie groans again. Deep and low this time.

"Please." Ellie whimpers softly.

As she slowly pushes the cock into the other girl Cassie reaches down to stroke the tender flesh. There is a huge moan from Ellie.

Sliding the cock in and out she spends the next few minutes driving Ellie crazy. A steady stream of moans and heavy breathing. Cum is dripping off the fake dick and coating the girls thighs. When she cums it is loud and violent. Thrusting her ass back and taking the whole of the long fake cock into her.

Cassandra pulls it out and licks it then lowers her mouth to lapp lightly as Ellie continues to moan and thrash.

"Now crawl onto the bed." Cassie orders.

Ellie does and she reverses herself so she is lying on her back with her head at the foot of the bed. Martin watches as the other girl stands up and slides first her tee and then her panties off. She crawls forward and puts her amazing ass right over his daughters face.

Two hands go up along the thighs and fingers pull the other pussy wide open. The pink skin glistens with moisture even before the tongue flicks out.

That pretty much does it for Martin. All thoughts of right and wrong just go right out of his head. He pushes his pants down to the floor. His cock has been hard ever since the girls kissed. Now he wraps his hand around it and sighs.

His view of Cassandra's lovely butt is clear. He can see every detail. Ellie is licking and stroking. He slowly pumps his hardness in his fist.

Both girls are moaning now. Cassie must have her mouth on Ellie's pussy too. It is such a raw sexual sight Martin cannot even believe it is real. So much easier to think of it as just some porn video. He is not a big fan of those but every once in a while he has resorted to them to relieve the tension. Like a lot of guys watching two girls go at it works pretty well.

It is working really well right now as he watches a finger teasing the tight pink ring of the girl's bottom. The wet slurping sounds are loud. If he was more in his right mind he might wonder if Ellie is intentionally keeping the other girl on display for him. But all he can think of is how good it feels to pump that thick dick of his. One of the few things his Ex never complained about was his cock. Just about 9 inches long and thick. Right now it is dripping clear pre-cum.

Ellie is sucking on Cassie's clit now and plunging two fingers into her. The ass above her is grinding down faster and faster. Martin pumps harder too. Breath coming in deep gulps.

When the girls cum so does he. Shooting a geyser of juice into the air that splashes down on his shirt and legs. He keeps pumping as jet after jet explodes out of him. It is so intense he sees spots dance before his eyes. The girls keep licking and grinding.

With a trembling cum covered hand he reaches out and clicks off the feed.

"Oh fuck." is all he can say as he sits back in his chair.


The next day....


Ellie comes home the next day more than a little nervous. She knows her dad watched last night. It was set up so that if he did she would know. But she had not planned on what happened with Cassandra. With all the other girls around she thought the most she might get was some kissing time.

Would he say anything? She had gambled that he would feel guilty enough about watching at all that he would not. But what if he does? Ellie's attraction to the beautiful blonde was somewhat of a mystery to her. Normally girls did not do anything for her but there was something about Cassie. She never knew she liked the rough stuff either. When boys had tried to get that way she had always made them stop.

Was it just because Cassie was so freaking sexy? There was not a guy in school who did not lust after her but very few had ever gotten anywhere. Cassie dated very lightly usually just enough to make sure she got to go to the dances like Prom. If you ignored the obvious lies Ellie guessed that Cass had had sex with maybe two guys. And while there were a number of girls who lusted after her nobody had ever said they had actually been with her.

Maybe that was it. Pride. Cassie was a prize. Almost untouchable. Ellie did not know what about her had attracted the most beautiful girl in school but she knew how much it did for her ego. The fact she could not tell anybody really bugged her but she would not risk losing the attention by opening her mouth either.

"Hey dad." she says as she walks into the kitchen.

"Hello sweetheart. How was your day?"

"Dull. Tedious. Boring. I think I died and you are talking to a zombie."

He laughs as she walks over to kiss him on the cheek. Leaning into him as he sits on the kitchen table. Her shirt opened a few buttons and she is not wearing a bra. She is careful not to seem to notice but she sees his eyes tilt downward for a split second. This was also part of her plan. Nothing too obvious but she has given careful consideration to her clothes. Tight leggings with nothing under them. Shirt she knows the light shines right through. Giving him a lot of looks at her young body.

"Was that Cassie's voice I heard last night?" he asks as she turns to get a coke out of the fridge,

'oh shit' she thinks and is glad she is turned away because her face flushed hot.

"Ummmm Yeah. It was."

"She is nice I am sure you were glad she could come." he says.

More blushing. She breathes and tries to calm down. Ellie knows she cannot stay turned away forever without being obvious about it. But the fear he is going to say something more makes it tough. But he goes back to reading the paper by the time she turns around and she gets out of the room smoothly.


Later that night...


He seems to be dozing. The movie is up a little loud and she is laying on the couch across from his. Ellie has been psyching herself up all night to try this one. He would often drift in and out of sl**p before going to bed. Dressed in his usual robe with just boxers and a tee. She was naked under her robe and covered in a light blanket.

The movie was her choice. The first one was an action movie he picked out and now she had a sexy romantic comedy on. A couple of very pretty people were getting a little hot and heavy on the screen and Ellie was horny.

She keeps stealing glances at him. He looks out. Finally she gets the courage and reaches down between her legs. Suppressing the sigh as she strokes the warm folds. She won't be able to cum but it will still feel good.

Careful little strokes as her nipples get hard. She slides her other hand across her chest to gently pinch down on them as one finger dips into her pussy to drag wetness up to her clit.

He stirs a little and she freezes. Keeping herself from instantly looking over for a long few seconds. Her dad is half sitting half laying on the couch. He still seems asl**p although the robe has fallen off one of his legs.

She breathes a sigh of relief and her fingers start to move again. Ellie realizes the danger is getting to her. Her little pussy us very wet and her clit is starting to throb, She strokes the hard bud and moans very softly covered by the traffic sounds coming from the movie.

Across the room Martin wakes up a little more. Shifting in his seat. The thought that he should go to bed drifts through his mind. But in that lazy floating sl**ping way he does not wish to get up. He does not even open his eyes.

Then he hears a sound. A little sound but the kind that most guys are very attuned to. A little moan.

His eyes open just a little bit drawn to the screen. No idea what is going on in the movie. People in a taxi. Must have been hearing things.

Then he hears it again. His eyes still half closed shift to the other couch. He sees something move under the blankets covering Ellie. On her chest.

Oh fuck.

He tries to control his breathing and remain still even as his eyes track down. And yes there is more movement under the blanket. Lower.

Martin closes his eyes and tries to remain calm. But he knows what is happening now. He cannot just get up and go to bed. The next soft moan from her confirms that. The conclusion is inescapable,

His daughter is masturbating on the couch across from him. Unbidden images from the party flood his mind. And to his horror he feels his cock start to get hard. Guilt. MegaGuilt. But that does not slow it down. It had been hanging down between his legs and it slowly inches down his shorts.

The man risks a little look down at his lap. Ok. The robe is still mostly across his crotch and his dick is just going along the inside of his leg. He can just wait. She will finish and then with a little care he can get up and wander off to bed.

She moans again. Very soft but he is so focused now it sounds louder.

Ellie cannot believe what is happening. She is having to fight to contain her sounds. Her pussy is throbbing and her nipples are so hard they hurt. So close to cuming she could not stop if she wanted to. And she does not. Squeezing her tits and alternating between plunging two fingers into herself and fast rubbing of her clit she knows her face is flushed.

Then she looks over at him and a small gasp escapes her. He is mostly covered but the leg of his shorts has gaped open a bit.

She can see the head of his dick. Her eyes just lock on it. Caution vanishes and she rubs herself really hard. Panting. Hips working up and down.

She cums.

Hard,

Wet.

She is stunned even as the pleasure rips through her like a tidal wave. Gasping and panting. It is intense. And it goes on as her fingers keep moving. Trying as hard as she can to stay quiet.

Slowing she turns her face away. Feeling hot and sweaty under the blanket and robe, Waiting only long enough for the feelings to subside before she gets up and dashes upstairs.

Martin lets out a long breath after she is gone. Pulling the robe back he watches as he cock rises and lifts his shorts up. Fully hard and erect. He takes long breaths. Not knowing what to think. Guilt plagues him again.


3 days later...


Ellie has continued her plans and has been dressing in less as often as she can. Last night she dashed into the living room to grab a DVD in nothing but panties and a 2 sizes too small tee. Martin did not say anything and put it out of his mind. He has wondered more than once if something was going on with her but keeps telling himself he is imagining it. She is pretty much dressed the same way tonight.

Ok he had a highly sexual daughter. Perhaps a lesbian. But really that was not so bad. After all she could not get pregnant that way. And the idea of her kissing on the beautiful Cassandra was not exactly a nightmare.

He mostly approves of that at least. So it is not surprising that when Ellie walks by the living room with her phone pressed to her ear and he hears Cassie's name he is naturally a little curious.

Should he have turned down the TV to listen as Ellie goes into the kitchen. No he should not. But his hand does it anyway. Life has been a little unsettling of late and he tells himself he just wants to know that things are going well between his daughter and her girlfriend. Concerned. Yep. That is all.

Except that is not what he hears.

"Cassie please.... Will you just listen. Hey now you are the bitch who said nobody could know right?....... Yeah that's right. So I only agreed to go out with Connor to keep up the secret. Everyone knows I think he has a great ass and that killer smile..... He does too.... And...... And if I had said no when he asked everyone would have been like what the fuck?.......Yes that is why...... I said that is why......Yes it is the only reason.... No I did not fuck him.... I said no..... Ok..... Ok...... Look I had to tell him something and once I did he was going to tell everyone..... Fuck no I did not tell him about you.... I told him I liked girls and he acted like a dick......Its my fault he acted like a fucker?.... I had to do something.... I. Had. To.... Are you even listening? So I sucked him off. I gave him some nice wet sloppy head in exchange for his silence.... Oh come on. You know I learned that with Eric......Yes..... No..... One time only to keep our secret...."

Martin sits back. Pissed. Hostile. That was not what he wanted to hear. Fuck!

A few moment later Ellie comes stomping by the living room again.

"Ellie?"

"Not now daddy! I am not in a good mood." she say with venom in her voice.

That does not go over well, "Don't snap at me young lady." he tosses back.

She stops and turns back to face him, "Fine. What the fuck do you want?"

"Don't talk to me like that?"

"Oh? And what are you going to do about it?" she snaps back.

That stops him for a second. What would he do? Ever since her mother had left he had bent over backwards to take care of his daughter. They got along well. He had not punished her in any way for years now. He does not have an answer to throw back.

"I am not some little girl anymore Martin. So deal with it." she spits out.

"You are acting like a bitch." he retorts.

"So what are you going to do? Spank me?" she says still hot.

He glares back at her. And right at this moment her brain finally starts working. She sees the chance that has suddenly been thrown her way. She walks over until she is just a few feet in front of him. He still has not responded.

"Yeah I thought not. I guess mom was right. You don't have any balls do you?"

That does it. He sees red and grabs her wrist. Jerking her hard forward. Pulling her down and across his lap. Arm locking across her back he jerks on the panties and pulls them down.

"I have obviously been too good to you. Gave in too many times since your mom left. I have a foul mouthed slut for a daughter. How many boys have you sucked off?" he rages.

She is kicking but cannot escape, "You were fucking listening to me? How dare you!"

SMAck.... His hand lands on her ass solidly. She howls.

"You are still in my house. You don't want me to listen then you should not have been talking so loud."

SMAck..... SMAck..... SMack..... SMAck......

"Owwwwww Daddy Stop!"

"No."

SMAck..... SMAck.... SMACk..... SMACk........

The blows get harder and she is twisting in his grip. Her ass getting redder by the second.

SMACk..... SMACk...... SMACk..... SMACk......

"iiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee" she cries out loudly.

SMACK...... SMACK..... SMACK...... SMACK.....

"I'm sorrry. I'm sorrry. I'm sorrrryyyyyyy!" she yells.

SMACK..... SMACK.... SMACK..... SMACK.....

He holds her tight as she twists and turns. Ass bright red. He runs his hand over it feeling the heat.

"Stop. Fighting." He says in a low harsh tone.

She calms down. Eyes filled with tears she looks up at him.

"Are you going to talk to me like that again?"

"No daddy." she gets out with a catch in her voice.

"Are you ever going to touch Connor again?"

"No daddy I swear I won't!" she says with f***e.

"Then stick your ass up and I will finish this."

"Yes daddy.... I'm sorry. Really. Really. Really sorry."

She pushes her burning ass up in the air. He loosens his hold on her a little and raises his hand.

SMAck.... SMAck.... SMAck.... SMack.... SMack... Smack....... SMACK.....

She howls more and her butt drops but she does not try to get away. He lifts her up. She sways and he holds her standing.

"Now go to your room. I don't want to see you again until breakfast.

Her panties are down at her feet and she steps out of them and then runs upstairs. Her red butt bouncing.

Martin sits back and breathes. Anger draining out of him.

Then a thought. Cassie spanking Ellie. He looks down. His cock is half hard and suddenly getting harder. Would she? He had to know.

He gets up and heads into his study locking the door. His computer takes forever to fire up. He clicks to bring the video link up. Part of him hopes she has taken the camera down. Knowing what he now knows about her he has figured it was just to record the other girls at the party. Until now he has not touched it.

It is still there and the image and sound come up. She is laying on the bed. Knees up and legs spread. Plunging a latex cock into her pussy. Moaning hard. Face as red as her ass.

Without even thinking about it he has his now rock hard cock in his hands. She is tugging on her nipples and fucking herself fast. The wet pussy sounds loud.

He pumps faster.

She moans louder.

She cums and he groans.

She pulls the big dick out of her drenched pussy and takes it in her mouth. He can see how covered in her juices it is.

He cums. The spray launching up into the air to splash back down on his hands.


Two days later....


The next morning they had both acted like nothing had happened. He ignored the little winces when she sat down for breakfast. She kissed his cheek like she always did before leaving for school.

That night it was her favorite dinner and he took her out to see a movie. The kind of thing dads often do after punishing a daughter to win back their favor. Before the movie there was some shopping. He bought her a couple of dresses. Short ones that he probably should have objected to but in his guilt he did not.

Everything was fine.

Martin did not tell Ellie this but her plan had started to work. He was starting to think maybe he needed to get out more. Try some dating again. He told himself the things he had done watching that video feed were just the result of frustration. Maybe if he could find a woman and get laid everything would go back to normal. He wanted that.

But since he did not tell Ellie she continued with her plan. Secretly she was thrilled. Having daddy spank her had made her horny as hell and she had been racking her brain trying to figure out how to make him do it again. Nothing had occurred that was not way to dangerous to try.

She did have a little trick planned for tonight. He had not said anything about Cassie but even if he had missed the video of them at the party if he was listening he knew. So the beautiful girl was going to meet them at the movies. Ellie smiled as they got into the car.

"Daddy?"

"Yes princess?'

"I.... Well I want to tell you something and I.... well I hope it does not make you mad or.... disappointed in me."

"I can handle anything you need to tell me." he says even though he is suddenly worried.

"Well. Ummm... It is about Cassie."

"What about her."

"She is going to meet us at the movie."

He turns to glance at her, "That is fine honey. I don't mind."

"Yeah bur.... She and I... We are more than you know friends."

Another look from him, "How.... Ah. How much more?"

"She is my girlfriend. Secret girlfriend but still she is."

He blushes a little, "I kinda gathered that from the phone call. I understand. She seems like a nice girl. So. So do you just like girls now?"

She reaches out and squeezes his shoulder a little.

"No I still like boys. She is just special. You said she was beautiful."

"I did and she is. I suppose since it is a secret I should pretend I don't know?"

Ellie favors him with a beaming smile, "Would you? She is just afraid of what people at school might say. And her parents are not nearly as cool as you."

His turn to smile, "Then I promise to be blind as a bat."

She kisses his cheek sliding across the seat to press against his side.

"Thank you daddy. You know I love you lots right?"

"I love you too sweetheart."


The next evening...


Last night had not gone well. Cassandra had shown up and everything seemed fine. But by the time the movie had started the beautiful young girl was angry. Ellie was being way too grabby. That would not have been too much of a problem except rather than backing off Ellie had made the mistake of telling Cassie what she had admitted to her dad. Cassandra was mortified and angry.

When Ellie comes home the next day she is in tears. She throws herself into her father's arms Clinging to him and sobbing.

"Honey. Oh honey what he wrong." He asks as he strokes her hair trying to calm her.

In a voice choked with tears, "She... She dumped me daddy!"

"Cassie?"

"Of course Cassie! She was horrified that I told you. Said she could not trust me anymore. I can't believe I fucked that up. I love her daddy and now she does not want to even TALK to me"

"Oh sweetie I am sorry. Maybe with a little time...." he begins.

"No. You don't know her. She won't change her mind. She was mean to me. I am such a stupid fuck-up."

"Don't say that. It was an accident that I overheard. It was not your fault."

She looks up at him with tears streaking down her face. Mascara running and slowly shakes her head. He looks at her not understanding.

"No it wasn't daddy" she finally says.

"What do you mean?"

"I wanted you to overhear."

He takes her by both shoulders and makes her sit up in his lap.

"Why?"

"Because.... well because it was part of my plan. I... I have watched you isolate yourself since mom left. I thought. I know it was stupid. But I thought if I could tease you a little. Get you thinking about sex again you would go out and find someone."

He looks at her for a long moment. Wheels turning in his mind. Why had he never thought about that angle? He had gone through the whole last few weeks with no idea what was happening. It is so obvious.

He does not know what to say.

"It was stupid. I an a stupid cunt and I have ruined everything. Nobody loves me now." she says bitterly.

"Don't say that. I love you."

Her eyes come up, "Prove it."

"What?"

"Prove it. Spank me. I am a stupid little bitch and I deserved to be punished. Spank my ass."

"Honey I don't think...." he tries.

She does not listen. Turning over and pushing her tight stretchy pants and panties down. Lifting her bare ass up into the air.

"No. There is no need for this." he tries again.

"SPANK ME! Please! If you really love me then do it!" she yells.

Smack.... His hand lands once on her ass but not very hard.

"HARDER!" she screams.

SMack.... Somewhat harder. He can see the faint outlines of his hand on her teen ass.

"Harder! Please! Do I have to make you mad? If I tell you what else I let Connor do to you will that do it? Will you spank me like I deserve?"

SMack.... SMack....

He know he should not ask. He know he should stop this right now before it goes any farther. But images are flooding his mind again. The man feels a throb in his cock and that makes him angry too.

"Tell me! What did he do?" he demands.

"I let him fuck me right up the ass. I bent over and he shoved that big dick of his right up my butt. I am a nasty little anal slut." she hisses out.

Again that pretty much pushes him over the edge.

SMAck.... SMAck.... SMAck.... SMack.... SMAck....

She groans and pushes her ass up even more. hands gripping the arms of the couch.

"Yes! That's it daddy. Punish me. DO IT!"

SMACk.... SMACk... SMACk..... SMACk..... SMACk..... SMACk....

His arm rises and falls again and again. Landing blows on the left and the right. High and low. Her ass starts to get red.

"ooooooh fuck yes. Do it. do it do it." she moans

SMACk..... SMACk..... SMACk.... SMACk.... SMACk...... SMACk.....

His cock is fully erect now straining at his pants. He can smell her little teen cunt. She is rubbing her body down against his lap.

SMACk.... SMACk.... SMACk.... SMACk....

Ellie is panting. The fire on her ass marched by the one between her legs.

She has to draw in gasping breaths to speak, "I know.... you watched me with Cassie. You saw her spank me..... Watched me eat her pussy..... Did.... Did you like it?"

SMACK.... SMACK.... Two really hard ones that make her howl.

Martin knows he should lie.. He does not want to admit it. This is wrong. He knows that. But the bl**d has rushed out of his brain. The strong musky smell of sex is in this nostrils.

"Yes I did." he admits.

SMACK.... SMACK....

"oooowww.... Did you..... cum daddy? Did you pump your big beautiful cock and cum watching me?"

SMACK.... SMACK.... SMACK.... SMACK....

"iiiiiiiieeeeeeee" she screams.

"Yes I did goddammit. Like a fucking fountain." he snarls.

SMACK.... SMACK.... SMACK.... SMACK..... The blows are fast and hard.

He spreads his legs wider. His right one going between her thighs and her right leg drops to the ground. Now her crotch is pressing down on his thigh. He can feel the heat of it. Ellie grinds down on him. Loud gasping moans.

"Make me cum daddy. Smack my ass and make me cum." she pleads.

SMACK.... SMACK.... SMACK.... SMACK.... SMACK.....

Her hand goes under her body. Reaching down to find the trapped length of his cock. She grabs it and holds on tight. Humping her burning ass against his thighs she groans and moans loudly.

"Fuuuucccckkkk Yeeeessssssss!" She screams as the orgasm rips through her body.

Every muscle tense and convulsing. She grips his cock hard and pumps her ass fast. It is bright red now with darker red marks all across it. Writhing and almost whimpering as she grinds her cum out on his leg. Martin is stunned. He can feel the wet soaking his leg.

Ellie moves. Pushing herself off his lap she thumps down on the floor. Twisting to claw at his pants. Breaking the zipper as she pulls it down. Pulling at them to get them to slide enough. Her hands going inside and grabbing his long hard cock.

She pulls it up and gets both of her small hands wrapped around it. Even bigger than she realized as her head goes down with her mouth wide open. Enveloping the head and starting to pump hard and fast. Hands and mouth moving together.

Martin throws his head back. Eyes closed. Fully in the grip of lust every other thought is banished from his head. His breath coming in sharp hisses.

Ellie does not slow down. She takes as much as she can into her mouth. Spit dripping down the shaft and coating her fingers. She has it now. In her hands. She is going to make him cum.

Does not take very long. His hand goes to her head and his hips start to thrust up against her. Breathing ragged and rough.

He cums.

A long deep one. From his toes all the way up to explode out of the tip. So much it escapes her hard sucking lips and he sees it oozing down across her hands. Ellie slurps and keeps pumping. His head is spinning. She feels her own wetness running down her thighs.

Slowing. Starting to lick across her fingers. Sucking more. Getting every last drop. Even when he drops his head back again she does not let go. Holding onto the pulsing shaft and stroking it. Kissing the tip to get the little drops that keep slowly oozing out of him.

She has never felt this hot in her life. Her entire body feels like it is on fire. White hot fire. When she brings one hand up to squeeze one of her little tits the pulse makes her ass hump the air and draws a groan from her lips. His eyes open at that. She smiles up at him.

Ellie lets go of his cock and slowly climbs onto the other end of the couch. Laying on her back she spreads first her legs and then with her hands she spreads her sopping wet pussy open. Looking him in the eyes.

"Eat me daddy. Lick my little pussy. Please." she begs.

Martin is lost and he knows it because he does not even think about it. Rolling towards her his hands run down her thighs. Squeezing them as he leans down. One long lick. She tastes so hot and so sweet. She moans deeply and he takes another lick. Her cunt is dripping wet and he bends his neck so lick one of the wet lines on her thighs.

"Ohhhh yesssss." she moans.

He licks all the way back to her spread pink folds. Pushing his tongue into her and smashing his face against her crotch. Wet sex sounds. The scent flooding his senses. He stabs his tongue again and again into her as she grinds up against him. His hands slide up her body. Cupping both of her tits. First he squeezes them. Soft and yet firm. Then his fingers find the rock hard little pink buds on top. He pinches down on them and she smacks her crotch against his face.

Licking up her slit he finds her clit. It is also pink and sticks out clearly from it's hood. He sucks it into his mouth and her moans get deeper and louder. Pulling on her nipples and sucking on her clit together.

"Yessss daddy. DO IT! Do it hard."

He does. Sucking and tugging. A fast rhythm. Her hips pumping. Breath coming in gasps. Cum bubbling up out of her burning cunt. Minutes pass. He is tugging hard on her nipples pulling even more gasps out of her mouth. Sucking violently on her pink clit.

"Cummmminggggggg." She howls.

Her whole body convulses smacking against his face hard. Cum gushing out of her. He moves his mouth down wide open. Tongue slurping and lips sucking. Drinking the flood. She moans and bucks and..... S C R E A M S!

Ellie takes a huge gasping breath and pulls at him. Pulling him up and rolling her hips back. Both of her hands go to her sore ass. She has dripped down and the ring of her ass is wet and slippery. She f***es two fingers from each hand into it. Pulling and groaning as she does. She can see his cock hard and thick again.

"Do it daddy. Fuck my ass."

He supports himself on one hand looking down. One hand grips his cock and aims it at her asshole. Her fingers slide back and wraps around his cock to pull it into her. He thrusts forward. Sinking in. Ellie lets go and wraps her arms and legs around him. Her strong trim legs pull him in deeper.

"I am you slut now. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." she begs.

Martin groans hips not resisting her efforts at all. So tight feeling the slippery cheeks pressing against him.

His face is close to hers as he buries himself all the way inside. Her pretty features flushed. Eyes wide and filled with lust.

"Nobody else touches you! Nobody!" he says strongly.

"Nobody but you daddy. Ever!" she repeats.

He kisses her, Mouths wide open. Tongues chasing each other. Deep and hot. A long pulsing kiss as his hips start to move. Her ass grips him tight but there is still cum leaking out of her pussy and he thrusts with long deep sweeps.

He pounds into her. Kissing and she is urging him on every second. Her feet kicking against his back. Her butt lifting off the couch only to be slammed down again. Harder and faster with each passing moment.

Both are drenched in sweat.

The sounds echoing off the walls. Moans and grunts. Cries and groans.

He drives into her over and over again. Wet hot flesh merged together. She pulls one hand down and rubs her clit hard. More wet sex sounds.

With a mighty groan he stabs deep into her and sprays his hot sticky cum. She screams a moment later as she flings herself over the edge. Clamping down on him and shaking hard.

It is an endless thing. Even as the spurts die down he keeps grinding. Lost in an ocean of pleasure and not wanting to stop. When he finally slumps down on her body she pulls her hand out from between her legs and clings to him.

They both pass out. Locked together on the couch.


The next morning...


He wakes up the next morning on his side. Ellie is pressed up against him. Someone having grabbed a blanket in the night. Body sore. His eyes open slowly to find her looking at him.

"Good morning daddy." she says softly.

He smiles and lets his eyes close. Arm going across her chest to pull her in tight. Drifting. Slowly the events of last night play out in his mind. He starts to tense. Guilt. Oh dear god the guilt. How had he let this happen? How could he ever undo it? Would she ever forgive him?

"Honey." he says softly.

"Don't"

"Don't what?"

"Don't say it was wrong or bad or anything. Just please don't."

"Honey but..."

"Please daddy don't. If you love me. Really love me don't ruin it."

"I...."

"Give it a week."

"What?"

"A week. We will both call in sick. Give it seven days. Then... Then if you still think it is wrong we will go back to the way we were. Promise." she says.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to think about it. To realize what you were going to say and to decide what I really want. All this time I thought I was trying to get you to go after other girls. But I realize now that was not want I really wanted. This is. Can I tell you a secret? When I let those other boys do things to me? I always thought about you. I just.... never admitted it to myself."

He holds her close and considers. Thinking of how angry it made him to think of her with them. Images he did not want in his head. Torn. The guilt was still there. His innate sense of right and wrong was screaming at him. He could make it end now. f***e her to go back to just being his daughter. Find a way to protect her from those vile boys. He could do it. He should do it. He must...

"One week. Then I will decide." he says slowly.

She kisses him with a quick smack of the lips, "Goody! I want you to treat me like a slut. I want you to whip my ass and fill me with your cum. Put me on my knees. Bend me over the table. Anything and everything. I am your sex toy my beloved daddy."

His cock stirs. Committed now.

She giggles and reaches down to stroke his dick.

"But I think we need a shower now. Will you wash me daddy? Wash your little fucktoy?" she says gently pumping his cock.

"Oh hell yes." he says.


In the shower...


Humans are amazing creatures. They can convince themselves of anything. Martin has pushed all his doubts and fears off to one side. He tells himself in a week he will think about them again. Until then he is just going to go with it. Throw away all the rules and all the taboos. Just enjoy it.

As they stand in the warm water he runs his hands over her trim young body. The water making it slick as she presses back into him. Her nipples hard from the water. Almost purring.

He pours soap down her chest. The golden liquid smells sweet. His hand glide over her skin and produce foam. Down between her legs. She giggles a little and puts a foot up on the edge of the tub.

"Better make sure I get really clean down there daddy." she says with a soft little laugh.

"That is the plan princess."

He spends a lot of time running his hands over her crotch and thighs. She is purring by the time he is done. Then he pushes her forward. Her hands go against the wall and he squirts soap down her back. She wiggles her bottom as he squeezes and works the soap over her.

Pulling her upright he turns her around so the water will rinse off the soap. She is smiling as she reaches for the soap. A big squirt across his chest and he watches as she lovingly works it into a foam. Her hands working slowly down. Martin sighs just as little as her small hands wrap around his mostly soft cock. Ellie works the soap around into the hair at it's base and gently across his balls.

She leans in and whispers in his ear, "This is mine now."

"Yes. Yes it is." he whispers back.

She kneels down. Working soap down his legs as his dick slow thickens.

Ellie slides back and lets the water rinse the soap off. Then she takes his manhood back in her hands. Softly stroking it. She leans forward and kisses the tip. Running her tongue over it as her fingers move slowly. She sucks the head into her mouth as it gets harder.

She keeps going until it is nice and hard. Then she makes him turn around. Spraying more soap down his back. Hands moving in big circles. She gets his back and then his ass all foamy. Down his legs. When her hand goes between his cheeks he almost jumps. Ellie giggles.

When all the soap is rinsed off her arms snake around his body. One hand grabbing his dick and the other cradling his balls. She strokes him slowly. Very nice. But then he feels her pretty face pressing against his butt. He groans deeply when he feels her tongue snake between his cheeks to tease the tight ring of muscles. His cock gets really hard.

"Told'ja I would do anything for you daddy. Even the slave kiss like this." she says.

She pressed back and her tongue stabs into him a little. He closes his eyes and puts his hands on the walls of the shower because his legs suddenly feel a little rubbery.

"You know there is one big thing we have not done yet." She says while her hands slowly move.

"Oh?"

"You have not fucked my little pussy yet. My hot teen pussy wants your cock. Bad."

He reaches back and pull her to her feet as she stands up. He kisses her long and hard. Squeezing her ass.

"Well then lets get you dried off. Cause daddy's big cock wants your hot cunt too."

"Yea!" she exclaims.

Out of the shower and big towels come into play. He noticed he does not even lose his hardon. Soon she is heading out of the bathroom. Without his saying a word she goes right into his bedroom. Climbing onto the bed on all fours she wiggles her cute little bottom at him.

"God you are beautiful." he says in awe.

Bending down her spreads her open. Licking down the crack of her ass and across the soft folds. Long slow licks and she sighs and presses her face against the blankets. It does not take very much effort before he starts to taste the sweet cream from inside her.

When he pulls back and flips over and moves up to put her head on the pillows. Spreading her legs wide. Her hands running over her tits. Nipple hard little pink points.

"Do me daddy. You know I am on the pill. Fill me with your cum. Please." she purrs. Lust thick in her voice.

Martin moves onto the bed and between her legs. His cock so hard it almost hurts. It juts out of his body like a spike. His hands run over her body and then he leans down. Face only inches from hers. He wants to see her eyes as he takes her.

One of his hands reaches down and puts the head of his cock against the entrance to her wet needy depths. She looks up at him.

With a slow push he enters her. So tight. He works his hips back and forth a little as his hands come up into her hair pulling it back and tight against her head. She is already breathing a little hard and there are little groans and gasps as he slowly sinks into her.

When his cock is buried all the way to the hilt her back arches and she grinds against him.

"I love you daddy. Now fuck me. Fuck me hard."

He kisses her hard and starts to thrust. Pulling all the way back and then sinking deep. Slow at first. enjoying every moment. She kisses him rough and messy. Tongues dancing and lips sliding over each other. Her hands grab his ass. Gripping him tight and pulling hard each time he stabs forward.

Martin reaches down and strokes her crotch. Moving in time to his thrusts. She groans and her fingers dig into his ass.

"oh god oh oh god oh god." the words are tumbling out of her mouth.

Ellie has completely abandoned herself to this. She intends to have it last forever. She is going to convince him to fuck her every day. Is going to hold his cock every second she can and suck him off every time he will let her. A series of kinky images runs through her brain. Every porno she has ever watched. Nothing can compare to this. No toy. No boy. Not even Cassandra. She is creaming all over his cock as her climax approaches fast.

"fuccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk!" She screams out as she explodes.

Her pussy convulses around Martin's dick. Gripping him in a hot pulsing wet velvet vise. He strokes her slower and steady as she writhes and smashes her lips against him.

He puts his arms around her and rolls onto his back. She sits up and grinds.

"Now fuck me little girl. Ride me. Make daddy cum." he orders.

She grins and starts to move.

"Yes daddy."

She starts to move. Lifting up about halfway on his shaft and then smacking down again. His hands go up to her pert tits and squeeze.

"Do you like that daddy? Feeling my little butt smacking against your thighs?"

"Oh god yes!" he groans.

She starts to lift higher. Sliding up till just the head is inside her and then slamming back down again. Over and over and over she fucks him.

"I love how your cock fills me." she says with a throaty whisper.

His only response is a long low sigh.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she says with a wicked little smile.

"Yesssssss." he hisses totally lost in this.

"That time when I was on the couch. I know you were awake. I can never cum without something inside me. But the way you were sitting I could see the head of your cock. I came really hard."

"Ohhhh fuccccckkk.: he says as his hands slide down to her ass.

Ellie starts to just pound him. Lifting up and smacking down. Impaling herself on his cock. Grinding down when their crotches touch.

"Cum for me. Cum hard!" she demands.

She fucks him even harder. He cannot hold back any more. Squeezing her little butt really hard he arches his hips up as she comes down and explodes. So hard. He sees spots before his eyes.

For her it is no less. Feeling his cock pulse. Locked together. She rubs herself hard against him. Feeling the spurts. Totally overwhelmed by a huge orgasm. She screams and falls down on him.

Their lips lock together as they grind out every last bit of pleasure. Neither will ever know how long it really lasted. Even after his balls are empty the feeling of her keeps little ripples running through his body.

She feels complete. Knowing this is not going to end.

"Mine." he whispers in the brief moment their lips are apart.

"Yes."


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How My Plan of Tricking My Wife Backfired!

"C'mon honey, aren't you even the slightest bit curious of what it would be like to fuck another man?" Jason asked his wife Christine.

"No, you are the only man for me. Now I might be curious about a college boy but not a man." Christine suggested.

"A college boy, well, well, my little Christine likes theme young. Just one college boy?" Jason teased.

"Maybe a couple of frat boys would be nice." Christine responded.

"You know, I could make this little fantasy a reality if you wanted." Jason suggested.

"No, I could never do that for real. It is just a little fantasy." Christine answered.

"Are you sure? I would love to watch." Jason asked.

"I am positive. I just want you." Christine responded.

"Have it your way then, but it would be sexy." Jason said.

"Promise me you won't get another guy for me. I would be mad if you did. That is just a fantasy I get when I drink too much. I am feeling more sober now." Christine pleaded.

"Okay, I promise you I won't do that." Jason promised.

Jason and Christine had been a couple for six years. Jason is 34 years old and Christine is ten years older than him. Jim was a straight white guy with a desire to see his wife with other men. Christine was half Filipino and half Italian. She was small, about 105lbs, 4'10" with short dark hair, a cute little nose, full lips, nice 34B tits, and a nicely trimmed pussy with just enough thick dark pubic hair. She looked to be at least fifteen years younger than her actual age.

Christine enjoyed sex with Jason, especially oral sex. Christine was old school in her belief that cum should never be wasted which is why she always swallowed and never let Jason shoot his load on her. She was fun in bed but not exactly kinky. She did not do anal (although Jason always hoped she would one day try it someday.), nor did she ever allow anyone else into her bedroom.

Jason was being driven crazy by his desire to see his wife with another man. Last night she finally opened up about the type of men she would fantasize about, young college guys. Christine had made one statement last night that stuck with Jason. She had stated more or less that her fantasies were strongest when she had been drinking. He had a plan.

Christine had noticed Jason acting odd during the next week. He had a few mysterious phone calls, bought two bottles of her favorite wine and proposed they spend the weekend in bed getting d***k. This was unlike her husband. Friday had arrived and Christine was very suspicious that her husband was up to something. Christine was in the basement doing laundry when the phone rang. She answered the basement phone at the same time her husband answered the upstairs phone and heard him say hello. She remained quiet and eavesdropped on the conversation.

"Jason, are we still on for tonight?" the male voice asked.

"Yes. I told her we would spend the weekend in bed d***k." Jason answered.

"When does this go down?" The male voice asked.

"I will make sure she is d***k by 10 o'clock and having sex by 10:30. I will the front door unlocked and at 10:30 come on in. Quietly come upstairs to the second door on the right. I will leave the door slightly open and the lights will be off. Crawl in beside the bed. When I act like I fell off the bed you take my place fucking my wife. She will be too d***k to notice. I will try to get her in doggy position just in case." Jason explained.

"Sounds cool, I am looking forward to it. See you tonight." The voice said.

"Ok see you then Brandon." Jason said as he hung up the phone.

Christine was in shock. She wanted to go upstairs and beat her husband to death. She almost cried, then an deliciously evil thought came into her head.

"If he wants to see me get fucked by another guy then so be it. I will teach him a lesson and make him wish he never tried to deceive me." She whispered to herself.

Christine tried to act normal during supper and not let on that she knew about Jason's plan. Around 8 o'clock Jason brought out Christine's favorite wine. Christine took a drink or two and when he glass was finished Jason was only too happy to fill it again. She made some excuses during the evening to go to the kitchen to get something, go to the bathroom, check on laundry, etc... and each time she emptied her wine down the drain but acted as though she were getting d***k. Being a small woman it did not take much to get her d***k. At almost 10 o'clock she told Jason:

"I am getting so horny, let's go upstairs, and bring more wine."

Jason could not believe his plan was working so well. He anxiously grabbed the wine and headed upstairs.

Christine got undressed and then undressed Jason. She dropped to her knees and began clumsily licking Jason's cock. She sucked it in deep a few times then pulled away.

"Let me go freshen up in the bathroom first, get in bed and wait on me." She said.

Jason couldn't believe his luck. He waited as Christine took her time in the bathroom. He began to worry that she would come out too late and Brandon would already be there. Christine finally emerged from the bathroom and climbed on the bed and resumed sucking Jason's cock. Jason heard the faint sound of footsteps on the stairs. Christine appeared too d***k to notice a bomb going off in the room let alone footsteps. Jason looked up and saw Brandon at the door but he wasn't alone he had his roommate Tyler with him. Jason smiled. This would be even better than he hoped two college guys were going to fuck his wife.

"Hey baby, turn over and let's do it doggie style." Jason ordered.

"I would love to." Christine said trying to sound as d***k as she could.

Jason plunged his cock into his wife's very wet pussy. She never felt so hot and wet before. He thought she must really be hammered. After a few strokes Jason pretended to lose his balance and fall off the bed.

"Are you okay back there?" Christine asked fully aware of Jason's plan.

"I just drank a little too much but I am okay, now where were we." Jason explained.

Brandon now naked, climbed onto the bed and took his position behind Christine.

Christine knew this would be a new cock for her and eagerly awaited.

Brandon placed his finger in Christine's pussy and felt how hot and wet she was. He took his cock and slowly pushed it into Christine's pussy.

Christine instantly felt the difference in cock. This one was thinner but longer than her husbands and it felt good. Christine began fucking Brandon back.

"You feel so big tonight honey; you are going to make me cum already." Christine lied.

Christine began to pant and moan then finally scream as she faked her first orgasm.

"Oh honey your cock is making me so crazy. I think I want you fuck my ass. Yes, please fuck my ass. Take my ass cherry." Christine said as she planned.

Brandon removed his cock from Christine's pussy and placed a finger in her ass. Christine reached over to the nightstand and handed Brandon some KY. Brandon worked a couple of fingers into Christine's ass.

Jason was shocked. Christine had always been against even discussing anal sex. He stood by trying to figure out how to change places with Brandon but not wanting to alert Christine that anything was wrong. Brandon was enjoying this too much to let someone else take over.

"Fuck my ass now Jason, Please!" Christine shouted.

Brandon placed his cock at the entrance of her forbidden hole and gently pushed it in. Christine bit down on the pillow but as Brandon slowly popped in the pain subsided a little.

"Oh Jason, your cock feels so different in my ass, it is much better. Fuck me, make me cum!" Christine exclaimed.

Brandon began to gently stroke Christine's tight ass and notice she was starting to relax. Jason could not believe that another guy was fucking his wife's ass first. He was turned on and a more than a little disappointed at the same time.

"Fuck me harder! Oh yes I am going to cum, Oh my!" Christine said and this time it was not a lie.

Jason saw her breathing getting heavier and her back arch as she screamed with ecstasy. Brandon was pounding her hard and then his body became rigid as he emptied his load into her virgin ass.

"That was great honey, but I am still horny." Christine said.

"That's alright baby I can go again." Jason said as he walked toward Christine but then Tyler popped up and cut him off.

Tyler pulled Christine's ass to the end of the bed and turned her over her back.

Christine kept her eyes closed so the guys would think she was still unaware that Jason was not the one having sex with her.

Tyler spread Christine's legs and began licking her dripping wet pussy. He made sure and stayed away from her cum filled ass.

Christine began moaning again.

"Oh Jason why have you not eaten me this good before? You have been holding back, that feels fucking incredible, whatever you do don't stop." Christine said.

She did have to admit, this k** really did know how to eat pussy. Her clit was throbbing, her body was heating up, she was going to cum again.

Tyler could feel Christine's pussy grinding on his tongue. This chick was hot and her pussy smelled and tasted so good. Suddenly he felt her grab the back of his head and pull his tongue deep in her pussy as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her low guttural moan let everybody in the room know she had just had a massive orgasm.

Tyler withdrew his head and Brandon went around to the side of the bed near Christine's head and pulled it toward his cock. Jason was scared to death; they were not supposed to give Christine the opportunity to see that it was not Jason acting as her lover. Christine looked up at Brandon. He was about 5'8" 160lbs and looked to be about nineteen. She smiled and then engulfed his cock. She took it out of her mouth and made the announcement that stunned them all.

"Who ever that was that just ate my pussy, thank you and would you please fuck me now."

Jason was shaking with fear.

"Christine, you know? I mean when did you know? How..." Jason stammered.

"Shut up Jason and watch. That is what you wanted anyway wasn't it? Oh yeah and when I say watch that is just what I mean, don't you dare touch me until theses nice young boys are gone, and turn the light on so I can see these magnificent cocks, unlike yours." Christine ordered.

Tyler who was about 5'7" and 150lbs got between Christine's legs and thrust his cock into her very wet pussy. Christine continued to suck on Brandon's cock. She fought off her gag reflex and deep throated his long cock. Something she never did to Jason. Brandon began to fuck her mouth. Tyler was pumping her pussy. Christine could feel another orgasm approaching. Brandon kept fucking her pussy and reached his had down to Christine's ass and inserted his middle finger. That was all it took as Christine began convulsing and cumming hard. She pulled Brandon's cock down her throat and suck hard.

Christine removed Brandon from her mouth and pushed Tyler away from her pussy.

"Lie down on your back" she said to Brandon.

He did as he was told and Christine climbed on top of him, kissed him deeply and passionately on the lips as she slid her soaking pussy over his cock. She then looked back to Tyler.

"I want you to fuck my ass." She ordered Tyler.

Jason once again realized that this was another first for Christine. Tyler pushed his cock into her well lubricated ass. This time it slid in with ease. He fucked her slowly trying to keep rhythm with Brandon whose cock he could feel in her pussy. Jason could not help himself. He got close so he could see both cocks in his wife pleasuring her in a way he never could. He began stroking himself at the sight. Christine never felt so full, so fulfilled, so pleasured in her life. Jason ended up shooting his load on Christine's leg but at this point she didn't care. Christine began the most intense orgasm of her life. She felt dizzy with pleasure. She couldn't even make a sound the feeling was so intense.

"I am going to cum!" Tyler shouted.

Christine finally managed to say "get up here!"

Tyler hurried around to the side of the bed and Christine grabbed his cock and pointed it toward her open mouth as Tyler erupted onto her tongue, nose, eyes, and hair. Christine licked up all the cum she could and swallowed hard.

"I am going to cum too" Brandon said as he climbed out from under Christine and took his place beside Tyler.

Brandon emptied another load of cum into Christine's open mouth and she swallowed every drop.

The boys finished and thanked both Christine and Jason and left.

"Christine, I am sorry. When did you know?" Jason said subdued.

Christine stared at him with a look of anger and pity. "I heard you this morning on the phone. I looked at the caller-id and called Brandon back. I told him to bring a friend."

"I don't know what to say." Jason said stunned.

"I told you no and you went behind my back. I figured that if you wanted to see me with another guy then I would let you." Christine said.

"Christine, I am sorry. I enjoyed seeing you with those boys, but I wish I could have been with you too. I should never have deceived you, that was wrong." Jason said.

"No you shouldn't have. I enjoyed it more than I ever thought I would so I guess in some small way I should thank you." Christine finally said with a smile.

"Are you saying we might do this again? I mean with your full cooperation and planning." Jason excitedly asked.

"Probably, but as punishment you will never be allowed to cum on my face that is only for other guys to do. And if you ever do cum on me, I will make sure you will lick my body clean of everybody's cum including your own. Now help me to the shower, you are going to bathe me, give me a massage and we will talk about this more tomorrow." Christine declared. ... Continue»
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SSBBW Encounter - part 6, the plan

Part 6

I heard her pick up the phone and say, “Hello.” She sounded a bit out of breath as if she had made a run for the phone. I asked, “Whattcha doing?” To my surprise, instead of answering, she just started to giggle. I didn’t get the joke, but said that she must be in a good mood. She responded, “Oh, you have no idea,” but she was wrong. I was definitely starting to get the idea of what she had been doing. “Have we been being naughty lately?” I asked. Getting her self control back, somewhat, she said, “You might say that,” then quickly asked how I was doing. I pushed a bit, and told her that as long as she had been thinking of me, it must have been good. She just giggled more. We exchanged some polite chit chat, then I told her that I was meeting with some friends and co-workers at a local sports bar for a few drinks tomorrow night after work, and I wondered if she would like to come join us. Just a few people from work, a casual Friday night out to watch the game and get a little buzz on. I gave her a choice; she could meet us there or I could pick her up and drop her off. While she was making up her mind, I hinted that if I were driving, that she wouldn’t have to worry about having too much to drink. I promised to have her home right after the game and not to worry, that 2 of my co-workers, Tom and Lisa were also riding with me. That did the trick and she accepted my offer for a ride. We set a time for me to pick her up following work.
After work the next day, my coworkers, Tom and Lisa and I drove to her house to pick her up. She was waiting on the porch and jumped up as my car approached. She was dressed casually, but impeccably in a cream cashmere sweater, nice jeans and classic leather loafers. The sweater clung to her every fold, the deep V-neck plunging to show her tremendous assets. The soft fuzz of the sweater created a softened aura of femininity around her large jiggling flesh. I caught my buddy, Tom, staring at her mountainous breasts in amazement as she slid into the front seat and greeted everyone. I made the introductions and they all exchanged pleasantries as I drove to the bar. There was one other couple there already, holding a large booth for us near one of the big screen TVs. I told her that we were expecting one other couple and so to keep room, Lisa slid first onto the empty bench seat, then Tom. As they were getting settled, the other couple walked up, so I suggested that we slide in next to Tom and Lisa. The booth was a bit snug for her bulk, but only served to enhance the view of her fabulous cleavage. She squeezed in next to Tom, her breasts almost hanging over and onto the table. Tom could hardly take his eyes off of her tits as he jokingly encouraged her to snuggle up next to him and leave me standing. She blushed and laughed and wiggled her ass closer to him. He caught my eye and gave an approving wink. The next few minutes passed with more introductions and the waitress coming to take our order for the first round of drinks. We ordered pitchers of beer for the table, and a few snacks to munch on during the game. There was a nice hum to the conversations at our table and around us. Everyone seemed to be hitting it off nicely. I watched my girl as she chatted with the others. She was quickly relaxing and was at ease with the crowd. I have to admit that I was really pleased with myself for asking her along tonight. She did really look attractive and she was obviously a good fit for the crowd here, even if her size was not the best fit for the booth. Tom asked how the two of us had met and there was a barely noticeable pause while she quickly thought of a believable lie. Oh she was pretty slick, this one. She obviously was not going to say that we had met through an ad for an NSA encounter on Craig’s List. As Tom pressed for the details, she embellished on her story but was becoming a little uncomfortable with the line of questioning. She looked at me as if to ask for help, but I just innocently smiled, enjoying the show. She was saved by a big play in the game, the bar erupting in cheers. She seized the opportunity to refill her beer and quickly gulped it down to drown the awkward moment. Tom had always been a bit of a flirt and tonight was no exception. He had an easy going charm about him and people always seemed to flock to him. Even our waitress had already fallen under his spell, shamelessly flirting with him. As the evening went on, and the drinks flowed, I watched Tom turn his attentions to my sweet BBW. He teased her like a naughty school boy and she in turn, blushed and giggled. With every giggle I watched her flesh wiggle, her breasts bobbing on top of her ocean of flesh. Tom’s arm was d****d across the back of the booth behind her and I watched as he would casually brush her back, or give her an affectionate pat. He brushed her sweater and asked what the material was. As she told him, he rubbed her arm appreciatively. After a few more beers, she asked me to let her out of the booth for a trip to the restroom. The entire booth shifted as all the ladies got up to flock to the bathroom together, the men also making use of the moment to stretch their legs and take a piss break. When she returned, I had the chance to speak with her alone for a moment, checking to insure that she was enjoying herself. “Tom thinks you’re a cutie,” I teased. She blushed and mumbled something about him being nice. I pressed further, “Hey, you won’t offend me if you find him attractive. After all, ours was a NSA arrangement.” I could tell that she was enjoying the attention, but she said that she had come as my date. How sweet. Everyone was filtering back to the table in drips and drops, but as we were getting ready to slide into the booth, a man walked up and said, “Lisa! I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” It was Lisa’s husband, just getting away from his job. We pulled a chair up to the booth to make room for him and ordered another couple of pitchers of beer. I could see the confusion in my girl’s eyes. She had thought that Tom and Lisa were together. We piled back into the booth for more beer and to finish the game. Once again, my sweet BBW was wedged in between Tom and myself. Now, with Lisa’s husband here, Tom turned on the full charm for my girl. She smiled and blushed and deftly handled his discreet passes; a brush across her big thigh, plucking at her sweater. The game had a disappointing finish, but the copious amounts of beer had eased the pain of loss. I, on the other hand, was stone cold sober. I wanted to be alert and ready to enjoy my plan as it unfolded. We all headed to the door of the bar, saying our good-byes. I don’t think it was until that moment that my sweetie realized that Lisa wouldn’t be riding home with us. The 3 of us headed to my car. As we neared the car, I made an excuse to duck back into the bar for my sunglasses, leaving my girl with a caution to Tom to look out after her. I took my sweet time coming back and when I did, I could tell that Tom’s advances had become a bit more amorous. She looked a bit disheveled, and her sweater was pulled a little crooked across her huge breasts. As I unlocked the car, Tom made his boldest move yet and pulled her into the back seat with him to, as he put it, “keep him company on the ride home.” She squealed a little in protest, and looked to me for a bail out, but I just agreed that it would be a good idea and we got in the car for the ride home. On the way home, Tom continued his flirting, touching her constantly, tugging at her clothes. Oh nothing outrageous or overt, just a steady persistence and I could tell, that even though she protested and whined a bit, that she was enjoying it. As I pulled to a stop in front of her house, she had jumped out before I could get the keys out of the ignition. Both Tom and I got out and I asked if we were going to be asked in for a nightcap. I don’t think that this would have been her first choice, but she sweetly agreed and headed up the walk to her house. As she climbed up the front steps, both Tom and I were treated to the delicious sight of her huge ass in those tight jeans, rolling up and down with every step. I caught Tom’s eye and winked as our plan was falling into place. I’m not one to believe in accidents, only opportunities, and I knew that Tom would be a perfect accomplice in my plan. She had no idea that I had been working on this plan for her since the day that we had met. As we walked into her tidy house, I told her that I knew we all were all 420 friendly, so why didn’t we wind down the evening with a little smoke. She sweetly obliged and went to retrieve her stash. I didn’t have to say anything, but just gave Tom a nod of approval and he gave me the high sign that we were good to go. We were settled on either end of the sofa when she returned with the smoke. She had no choice but to settle in between us. As we smoked, I started my advances on her, starting with a little kiss on her cheek, telling her how much I had enjoyed the evening. She leaned into me and away from Tom. I nibbled on her neck a bit, telling her how sexy she looked. She squirmed against me and I told her how that the view in that sweater had been driving me crazy all evening. I slipped my hand around her side and was gently squeezing the side of her breast, the roll of her flesh. I could hear her breath quicken to my touch. I kept up the steady stream of compliments, how I love how her body looked in the sweater, her fine big ass in those jeans and then I would ask Tom for his opinion. He agreed and patted her thigh in appreciation. This time she did not pull away, or whine about his touch. I could tell by the flush of her face and her breathing that she was becoming aroused and I pressed further. I started saying how beautiful and big her breasts were, how they were my ideal of what a woman’s body should look like. My hands rubbed and squeezed her more and more, closer to her nipples now, her eyes half closed as she relished my touches. Finally, I took the last step with her. I knew from this point on, there would be no going back. “Take off your sweater, babe and show Tom your fabulous tits.” She paused, but I pulled at the bottom of her sweater and in one quick motion, had stripped it over her head. Fat girl overboard!!!! She was wearing a pale pink lacey bra that looked as if they could barely contain her huge tits. I was working those tits in earnest now, squeezing and shaking huge handfuls through the bra, pushing them together and asking Tom to watch. I could see the bulge in his pants starting to grow as our seduction progressed. I reached inside of her bra and pulled one enormous tit up and over the top of her bra cup. She made a small noise of protest, but it was really nothing as I pulled her other tit over the top of the bra. It made her breasts jut out, squeezed tight over the top of the bra. Her nipples hardened from the release of their imprisonment. I hefted each one, commenting on the massive weight and inviting Tom to weigh for himself. He leaned against her, and lifted one of her massive mammaries in his hands. She did not squeal this time, but only moaned as he lifted her gigantic tit to his mouth. He started to suck at her nipples, kneading her flesh as he milked her tits for all he was worth. Her breathing was ragged and she was a squirming mountain of flesh between us. While Tom worked her breasts, I pushed her forward and unhooked her bra to remove it altogether. She sighed happily with the final release of her flesh from its prison of hooks, straps and wire. I turned her face toward me and kissed her deeply, my tongue probing her mouth, my hand holding her face into mine. She gave a sight whimper of delight as I sucked her lips into my mouth, nipping at her, my other hand behind her head, guiding her face with a handful of her hair. Tom was positively ravaging her huge tits now, pulling her nipples, hanging their huge weight from her nipples until their weight pulled them back to earth. He pushed them together, squeezing them so tightly that they took on a pale bluish hue. He latched onto one nipple and sucked so hard that I could see his cheeks sink in. I released her face and reached around her, taking up his grip on her tits, feeding them into his mouth. The effect was driving her crazy with desire. She was panting and moaning, her legs moving back and forth. Tom continued his relentless sucking and then he would release his grip, and lap at the red swollen nipple with the point of his tongue while I worked the flesh of her breasts. “You like that, baby,” I stated, more than asked. She only responded with a moan. “Why don’t we take this upstairs where we can all get comfy, ok?”
... Continue»
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Lars und Susanne Teil 2: Ein Plan und seine Vorber

"Keine Ahnung..."

"Und was machen wir jetzt?"

"Zuerst gehen wir besser runter ins Wohnzimmer. Da gibt es keine Kamera."

Sanne folgte Lars. Unten angekommen fragte sie erneut:

"Also, was machen wir jetzt?"

"Erst mal nichts."

"Bist du bescheuert, Lars? Wir haben miteinander gefickt und wahrscheinlich ist das aufgenommen worden!!! Am besten, wir löschen die Speicherkarte..."

"Das würde nichts bringen."

"Wieso nicht?"

"Weil, liebes Schwesterchen, unser Spanner die Tatsache ausnutzt, dass du deinen Computer nie ausschaltest. Die Kamera ist nämlich mit deinem Rechner verbunden und speichert alles in einem gut versteckten, Passwort geschützten Ordner. Und den kann man weder öffnen, noch löschen. Glaub mir, ich hab´s versucht..."

"Scheisse! Wir sind am Arsch!"

"Nö, sind wir nicht. Überleg doch mal: Es kann nur ein naher Verwandter sein, der das Ding hier versteckt hat. Und der muss zwangsläufig die gleiche Neigung wie wir haben, oder?"

"Stimmt. Das glaub ich auch. Und weiter...?"

"Wie, weiter...?"

"Du grinst so komisch, Brüderchen. Als würdest du etwas im Sc***de führen, das nicht ganz koscher ist."

Lars Grinsen wurde noch breiter, als er sagte:

"Naja, ist vorerst nur eine Idee und hängt auch davon ab, wie es mit uns beiden weitergeht... Fangen wir so an: Ich hab nicht vor, jetzt wo wir es miteinander getrieben haben, sofort wieder damit aufzuhören. Und du?"

Sanne lächelte.

"Eigentlich nicht... Es hat mir nämlich viel zu viel Spass gemacht, mit dir zu poppen. Wir müssten uns allerdings dann ein verschwiegenes Örtchen suchen, wo wir allein sind und uns keiner kennt."

Ihr Bruder schüttelte den Kopf.

"Wenn das, was mir vorschwebt, wirklich funktioniert, brauchen wir das nicht. "

"Erklärst du mir deinen Plan jetzt eventuell langsam mal?"

"Zusammengefasst in ein paar Worten, Schwesterchen: Wir müssten eigentlich nur mit dem Spanner vögeln..."

Sichtlich nervös wartete er ab, wie Sanne reagieren würde.

Die Gesichtszüge des Mädchens entgleisten.

Nur, um einen Moment später ein genauso begeistertes, wie lüsternes Grinsen zu zeigen. Sie hatte verstanden!

"...weil wir ihn dann ebenso in der Hand hätten, wie er uns. OK, ich bin dabei! Schon, weil Ficken zu dritt bestimmt genauso viel Spass macht, wie zu zweit..."

Während Sanne und Lars am nächsten Tag mit Freunden unterwegs waren, wurden die Aufnahmen ihres Inzestabenteuers mit dem allergrössten Vergnügen betrachtet.

>>Das ist ja einfach zum totlachen: Beide wissen, dass sich in demselben Raum, in dem sie es miteinander treiben, eine Kamera befindet und vögeln trotzdem!<<

Andererseits war dieser Fehler verzeihlich, den beide hatten schliesslich angenommen, dass die Kamera dem jeweils anderen gehörte...

>>Aber jetzt schnell zurück zu der Szene, in der Sanne rittlings auf dem Prügel ihres Bruders sitzt und Lars seiner Schwester den Schwanz mit Wucht von unten in die Möse rammt. Da kann man ihr Fötzchen richtig gut erkennen und seinen Ständer auch!<<

Die spitzen Lustschreie des Mädchens, unterlegt von dem heiseren Keuchen des Jungen, machten den zusätzlichen Kick aus.

>>Na wartet, ihr beiden! Wenn ich euch "erwische", gibts zur Strafe einen flotten Dreier! Mit verschärftem Lecken und Blasen! Aber vorher... Hmm... Jaaa... Genau... Das tut gut... Jaaa... Jaaa...<<

Die Geschwister sollten auch Tage später noch über der Frage grübeln, wem die ominöse Kamera gehörte. Die war nämlich immer noch an Ort und Stelle.

Was nur heissen konnte, dass der unbekannte Spanner seine Aufnahmen entweder noch nicht abgeholt hatte, oder, dass er sich ziemlich sicher fühlte, weil Sanne und Lars miteinander gevögelt hatten und er mit den Aufnahmen einen Beweis in Händen hatte.

Beide hatten zwar von Anfang an ihren Vater in Verdacht, aber auf der anderen Seite hatte auch Ralf, der Bruder ihres Vaters, einen Schlüssel zum Haus und kam somit ebenfalls in Frage.

Um ihren Plan auszuführen, konnten Sanne und Lars allerdings schlecht ganz offen zu einem der beiden Männer gehen und fragen:

"Hey, hast du die Kamera in Sannes Zimmer versteckt, um sie beim Masturbieren zu beobachten?"

Denn, wenn sie den Falschen ansprachen, würde man den Knall, der darauf folgte, wohl noch auf der anderen Seite der Welt hören können!

Nein, um das Problem zu lösen, würden Sanne und Lars sich etwas anderes einfallen lassen müssen...

Schliesslich beschlossen sie, es genauso anzugehen, wie Sanne bei Lars. Sie würden den Spanner ganz direkt einladen. Der ideale Zeitpunkt dafür wäre der Freitagabend.

Ihre Mutter Ruth war dann immer bei einer Arbeitskollegin Babysitten und war nie vor Mitternacht zuhause. Ihr Vater Andi nutzte diese freie Zeit und ging mit Freunden zum Pokern. Auch er würde erst spät in der Nacht heimkehren. Und Onkel Ralf war Single. Wie er seine Abende verbrachte, ging somit ausser ihm niemanden etwas an.

Drei Tage vor dem anvisierten Datum, gingen Sanne und Lars daran, ihren Plan in die Tat umzusetzen. Ihre Eltern würden erst in zwei bis drei Stunden von der Arbeit kommen. Sie konnten sich also richtig Zeit für einander nehmen.

Versunken in einem nicht enden wollenden Zungenkuss lagen die Geschwister nackt auf Sannes Bett und streichelten sich.

Lars ließ seine Hände zärtlich über den herrlichen Körper seiner Schwester wandern, ohne jedoch auch nur in die Nähe ihrer strammen Titten oder ihres rasierten Fötzchens zu kommen.

Genau so, wie sich Sannes Finger schön weit von seinem steif werdenden Schwanz entfernt hielten.

Nicht, dass sie nicht dorthin greifen wollten!

Um die Spannung zu erhöhen, hatten sie eine kleine Wette abgeschlossen. Wer den anderen zuerst an einer intimen Stelle berührte, musste den nächsten Kinobesuch, eingerechnet eines Riesenpotts Cola und einer Megaportion Popcorn für den Gewinner, bezahlen.

Bruder und Schwester wanden sich unter dem fordernden Streicheln, ihr Verlangen wuchs in ungeahnte Höhen.

Bis schliesslich:

"Verloren!"

"Verloren!"

Beide hatten sich nicht mehr beherrschen können und gleichzeitig zugegriffen.

Sachte Lars Schwanz massierend und dabei seine Finger an ihrer Liebesperle spürend, lächelte Sanne:

"Unentschieden, Brüderchen?"

"Unentschieden... Den ersten Kinobesuch zahl ich, den zweiten du, OK?"

"OK..."

Sie küsste ihn.

"Und jetzt schieb mir endlich deinen Finger ins Fötzchen! Es macht mich wahnsinnig, dass du nur an meiner Clit spielst!"

Worauf er nur grinsend mit dem Kopf schüttelte.

"Ne, ne... Dazu bist du mir noch nicht geil genug! Ich will dich vorher noch richtig auf Touren bringen...!"

Seine Fingerspitze vorsichtig ihr Musikknöpfchen umkreisen lassend, fing Lars an, den ganzen Körper seiner Schwester mit sanften Küssen zu bedecken.

Beginnend am Hals arbeitete er sich langsam bis zu ihren Titten vor, leckte an den Nippeln, blies sachte darüber, bewunderte die, sich auf den Vorhöfen bildende Gänsehaut, und saugte an den steifen Warzen.

Ein Schauer durchlief Sanne, ihre Finger krallten sich in die Haare ihres Bruders, wühlten darin.

Lars Lippen bewegten sich weiter, striffen über ihren Bauch, kitzelten erst ihre Flanken, dann ihre Lenden. Umrundeten den Schamhaarfleck oberhalb ihrer Pussy, glitten an den Innenseiten ihrer Schenkel entlang.

"Bitte, Lars...! Leck meine Möse...! Bitteee...!!"

Doch der dachte im Traum nicht daran, ihr schon Erlösung zu gewähren.

Zwar streckte er seine Zunge heraus, aber nur, um sanft über die samtige Haut beiderseits der feucht glitzernden Lustgrotte zu züngeln.

Sannes Becken rollte, sie wimmerte vor Erregung, hielt die geile Folter kaum noch aus, wollte unbedingt, dass Lars Zunge endlich, endlich, ENDLICH! das Innerste ihrer Muschi berührte!

Sie packte seinen Kopf fest mit beiden Händen und versuchte sein Gesicht mit aller Gewalt auf ihre Fotze zu pressen.

Doch ihr Bruder wehrte sich standhaft, griff nach oben, tastet nach ihren Nippeln, zwirbelte sie zärtlich.

Ein heftiger, vor Erregung triefender, Lustlaut war die Antwort.

Innerlich grinsend fand Lars es jetzt an der Zeit, Sanne zu geben, was sie so dringend forderte...

Unendlich laaangsaaam schleckte er über die gesamte Länge der sich unter dem leichten Druck öffnenden Liebespforte.

Seine Zunge kam auf der Clit seiner Schwester zur Ruhe.

Schlug unvermittelt einen stakkato haften Akkord darauf!

Und Sanne bekam, was sie wollte!

Sie wimmerte nicht, sie stöhnte nicht, sie keuchte nicht...

SIE SCHRIE!, als ein Wahnsinns ORGASMUS ihren Leib zum erbeben brachte!

Die Hände, die gerade eben noch den Kopf ihres Bruders an ihre Muschi pressen wollten, versuchten nun, ihn wieder wegzudrücken.

Vergeblich.

Lars Zunge wirbelte weiter durch das nasse Fleisch, spielte mit den Schamlippen, trommelte auf ihrem Kitzler, drang tief in das rosige Loch ein. Liessen sie einen Sturm der Gefühle durchleben.

Erst, als sie seinen Kopf zwischen ihren schlanken Schenkeln regelrecht einquetschte, gab er auf.

Schwer atmend flüsterte Sanne:

"War das geil...! War das geil...! War...! Das...! GEIL...!! Aber warte es nur ab, das gibt Rache!"

"Da freu ich mich schon drauf, Schwesterchen!"

Vollkommen ausgedörrt griff sie nach der neben dem Bett stehenden Wasserflasche, setzte diese an und nahm einen kräftigen Schluck.

"Freu dich nur nicht zu früh! Aber jetzt will ich endlich von dir gebumst werden! Und danach... Nun, schauen wir mal..."

Mit sanfter Gewalt drückte sie Lars aufs Bett, schwang sich über ihn und pfählte sich mit einem heissen Stöhnen auf seinem hochaufgerichteten Pflock.

Immer wieder ließ Sanne den Prügel in ihre Möse eindringen, ritt darauf. Tief lotete sie mit seinem Pint ihre Pflaume aus, spürte die Reibung seiner Latte an den Schamlippen, fühlte das Kitzeln seiner kurzgeschorenen Intimbehaarung an ihrer Liebesperle.

Und achtete stets auf den Gesichtsausdruck ihres Bruder. Jedes Mal, wenn sie das Gefühl hatte, er stünde kurz vor dem Abspritzen, hörte sie mit ihren Bewegungen auf.

Lars versuchte dann natürlich weiter in sie vorzustossen, aber das verhinderte sie, indem sie seinen Pint aus ihrem Fötzchen gleiten ließ.

Wie Lars eben sie fast zum Wahnsinn getrieben hatte, beförderte Sanne nun ihrerseits ihn mehrmals bis hart an die Grenze.

Er SOLLTE noch nicht kommen!

DEN Zeitpunkt bestimmte sie!

Ausserdem wollte sie vorher selber noch einen Orgasmus haben.

Dabei hatte sie einen entscheidenden Vorteil, denn ihre Muschi kribbelte immer noch vom letzten.

Minutenlang spielte sie mit ihrem Bruder, derweil sich in ihr ein weiterer heftiger Höhepunkt aufbaute.

"Jaaaaaaaa...!!!"

Nachdem sie sich noch drei- viermal selbst auf den Fickspeer gerammt hatte, stieg sie ab und beugte sich rasch über den mit ihren Säften verschmierten Schwanz.

Ihr zuckendes Fötzchen reibend, stülpte Sanne ihre Lippen über Lars Eichel, leckte und saugte zwar genüsslich, doch auch fordernd, an dem violett glänzenden Pilzkopf.

Was der junge Mann nicht lange aushielt!

Mit einem knurrenden Laut der absoluten Geilheit, schoss er die Sahne schlussendlich in das gierige Blasemäulchen.

Obwohl seine Schwester einiges zu schlucken hatte, hörte sie nicht auf, an dem Schwanz zu lutschen!

Er wand sich, flehte um Gnade, während sie auch noch den letzten Tropfen aus seinen Eiern sog und der Schwanz langsam in sich zusammenschrumpfte.

Schliesslich richtete Sanne sich grinsend auf und sagte lakonisch:

"Wie du mir..."

Schwitzend von der geilen Anstrengung, die sie gerade hinter sich hatten, lächelten Lars und seine Schwester in die Kamera. Sanne wischte sich dabei ein Spermabröckchen aus ihrem Mundwinkel und leckte den Finger dann genüsslich ab.

"Hi, hast du vielleicht Lust, am nächsten Freitagabend mitzumachen? Ein wenig Gruppensex unter Verwandten ist doch bestimmt nicht so öde, wie zugucken..."

"Genau! Stell dir mal vor, wie geil das wäre, wenn wir Sanne gemeinsam durchziehen. Also, wenn du einverstanden bist, nimm bei deinem nächsten Besuch einfach die Kamera mit. Keine Sorge, es wird dir in der Zwischenzeit nichts entgehen. Ach, ja, und klopf erst dreimal, dann zweimal, bevor du in Sannes Zimmer kommst."

Als die beiden am folgenden Tag aus der Schule kamen, war die Kamera verschwunden.

Und die Geschwister konnten den Freitagabend kaum erwarten...
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Mein Plan verlief etwas anders

Mein Plan: Andres, als geplant...

Um 19 Uhr kam ich von der Arbeit heim. Dieser Abend sollte etwas besonderes werden und ich hatte mich gut darauf vorbereitet: In meinem Zimmer, ich wohne mit meinem Freund zusammen, habe ich eine Kommode mit einem Geheimversteck :) Wenn man die unterste Schublade heraus nimmt, ist dort im Sockel auf dem Fußboden Platz ein paar Dinge zu deponieren. Ich nahm also das heraus, was ich mir für heute zurecht gelegt hatte. Meine Spielzeuge, meine sehr persönliche SD-Speicherkarte und ein paar nette Klamotten, die nicht viel Platz wegnehmen, ließ ich darin. Mein Freund war im Kino mit seinen Kumpels. Batman. Ich hatte noch 4 einhalb Stunden bis ich ihn abholen muss und schälte mich fix aus meinem Arbeitskostüm und meiner Unterwäsche, warf sie in die Wäsche und ging erst mal nackt wie ich war unter die Dusche.

Nach dem langen Tag war das höchst erfrischend. Ich genoss das Wasser und shampoonierte meine am Wochenende frisch nachcolorierten roten Haare. Dann seifte ich mich komplett ein und die Vorfreude auf mein heutiges Abendprogramm ließ mir einen süßen Schauer von meinen Brüsten bis zwischen meine Beine laufen. Länger als nötig säuberte ich meine Schamlippen und auch dazwischen... Zwei Finger waren schnell in mir und sorgten auch dort für die entsprechende Hygiene. Aber halt... Ich hatte ja noch was vor... Ein bisschen angefixt, seifte ich mir auch den Po ordentlich ein und machte ihn mit einem Finger auch innen sauber. Dabei drang ich soweit ein, dass ich auch den zweiten Muskel überwand. Sofort stieg mir die Röte ins Gesicht und ich müsste mich erneut verwarnen, meine Lust anzustauen. Nun kam auch noch mein Rasierer zum Einsatz. Achseln und der komplette Schritt sollten frei von Haaren sein! Als ich fertig war, duschte ich mich ab. Nach dem Abtrocknen, föhnte ich mich, entschied mich, wie so meisst, für offenes Haar und prüfte meinen Nagellack: tipptopp. Jetzt noch die Kriegsbemalung: Dezent etwas Eyeliner und Wimperntusche, damit meine Augen auch gut zur Geltung kommen. Mehr brauch ich nicht. Ich besah mein Werk im Spiegel und war zufrieden :-)

Noch 4 Stunden. Jetzt schnappte ich mir mein Outfit. Darauf freute ich mich am meisten! Ich nahm die fein säuberlich zusammen gelegt Wäsche die ich bei agentprovocateur erstanden hatte und breitete sie auf dem Bett aus: ein Waspie und halterlose Strümpfe, beides in weiß. Entzückend! Beim Anziehen wurde ich schon wieder etwas wuschig und vor dem Spiegel konnte ich nicht anders als mich selbst total heiß zu finden, was zur folge hatte, dass ich mich nun doch etwas in Rage streichelte. Ich fand, ich sah unwiderstehlich aus: die Strümpfe gingen mir bis knapp ans obere Ende meiner Oberschenkel und der Waspie verdeckte elegant meinen Bauch, beginnend unterhalb meiner Brüste bis kurz oberhalb meiner Beckenknochen... So sexy!

Doch meiner Lust, die sich in wohliger Wärme zwischen meinen Beinen bemerkbar machte, musste ich noch einhalt gebieten. Ich zog mein restliches Outfit an, ein gelbes Kleid, dass mir bis zu den Knien geht und nur durch einen Gummibund gehalten wird und ein weisses Top von H&M, dass eine riskant weite Öffnung oben hatte, sodass eine meiner Schultern eigentlich immer frei lag. Normalerweise trug ich das Teil über einem T-Shirt, aber heute spürte ich meine nackten Brüste darunter, die ganz leicht durch den Waspie nach oben gedrückt wurden und bei einer Vorwärtsbeuge quasi herauszufallen drohten...

So zurecht gemacht, stieg ich in meine hohen Sandalen und schnappte mir noch meine restliche Ausrüstung, plus T-Shirt und Jeans, dafür, wenn ich später meinen Freund abhole. Auf dem Weg durchs Treppenhaus und auf der Strasse bis zu meinem Auto fühlte sich die wohl in Szene gesetzte Nacktheit unter Rock und Top so richtig geil an. Ich fuhr los, zum geplanten Ort. Ich hatte jetzt noch ca. dreieinhalb Stunden.

Nach gut 30 Minuten war ich angekommen, fuhr bis zum Ende der Raststätte und parkte mein Auto auf einem der Parkplätze kurz vor der Auffahrt auf die Autobahn.

Noch gute 2 Stunden bis ich mich aufmachen musste, meinen Freund abzuholen... Ich muss sagen, dass mir jetzt ein wenig mulmig wurde. Sollte ich das echt durchziehen? Noch sass ich sicher im Auto. Nackt unter meinem Rock... Wie ferngesteuert beruhigte ich mich, indem ich anfing mit einer Hand zwischen meinen Beinen zu streicheln. Der Beruhigungseffekt ebbte bald ab und wich aufsteigender Lüsternheit, die mich schließlich den Mut fassen ließ, auszusteigen...

Ich nahm meine Tasche mit, sah mich kurz um und wartete einen unbeobachteten Moment ab um mich durch die Böschung zu schlagen und auf der anderen Seite den vor ein paar Tagen erkundeten Feldweg ca. 200 Meter vom Parkplatz weg zu laufen. Die Abendsonne wärmte meine linke Schulter und ich wurde noch mutiger. Ein Zupfen am linken Ärmel und meine linke Brust war entblößt. Angespornt lief ich jetzt über die kleine Wiese auf der funf größere Bäume standen, bis ich hinter dem letzten angekommen war. Hier war der Ort, den ich ausgekundschaftet hatte. Zum Feldweg hin verdeckte der Baum die Sicht, in die Richtung der Autobahn ein dichtes Wäldchen. Ich breitete meine Decke aus und legte ein Utensil für später dazu... Kurz kamen in mir Zweifel auf, ob ich mich tatsächlich traue, aber noch war nichts passiert, die Stelle war nicht einsehbar. Und außerdem dämmerte es ja schon leicht...

Also Weiter im Plan. Ich wollte zurück zum Parkplatz, musste aber kurz inne halten, da ein älterer Mann in blau schwarzen Läuferoutfit den Feldweg entlang gejoggt kam. Als er weg war, ging ich Richtung Raststätte, holte einen Stapel Flyer, meine Sonnenbrille und ein Basballcap aus dem Auto, legte meine Tasche ab und stellte mich so maskiert an den Parkplatzanfang hinter der Tankstelle.

Zwei Flyer hatte ich extra auf der Rückseite vorbereitet:

Hallo Unbekannter, ich habe Dir diesen Flyer gegeben, weil ich Dich attraktiv finde.
Wenn Du Zeit hast und Lust und Mut spielen wir ein Spiel: Du gehst in Fahrtrichtung zum Ende des Parkplatzes, dahinter verläuft ein Feldweg. Folge diesem. Nach 200 Metern ist links ein Wäldchen. Dort siehst Du 5 Bäume, hinter dem mittleren findest Du ein paar Handschellen auf einer Decke. Kette Dich damit nach oben mit beiden Armen am nächsten Baum fest. Ich folge Dir und wenn Du fest bist, komm ich zu Dir...

Ich verteile fleissig. Langsam lief die Zeit ab. Nur noch eine Stunde... Also soll ich mich trauen? Ich war sooo nervös. Irgendwie war das alles zu automatisch. Meine Erregung steigt immer wieder kurz in mir auf. Ich bekam rote Wangen. Dann wieder leichte Panik. Konnte mich nicht entscheiden. In einer Hand hab ich einen der beiden Flyer mit Extra... Als ein gutaussehender Mittvierziger in Anzug und Kravatte an mir vorbei geht, reich ich ihm den Flyer. Mehr motorisch als motiviert. Ich glühe vor Schaam. Meine Brustwarzen sind steif und reiben sich an meinen Oberteil. Er nimmt den Flyer und geht weiter. Bevor er in sein Auto steigt, schaut er drauf, steckt ihn in seine Jackettasche und fährt weg. Ich schwitze vor Aufregung. Meine Beine haben kurz gezittert und zwischen ihnen fühlte ich ein starkes Sehnen nach Befriedigung. Oh mein Gott, vor meinem inneren Auge wollte ich mich am liebsten hier und jetzt nackt ausziehen... Leicht berauscht von meiner Lust und sich ausbreitender Feuchtigkeit unter meinem Rock, wartete ich auf mein zweites potentielles Opfer. Und da war er... Ein durchtrainierter Biker. Nicht dass ich generell auf so Typen stehe, aber der war genau das, was meine Phantasie von reiner Lust am Zeigen hin zu schmutzigen Auslieferungsszenarien trieb. Er kam näher, ich lächelte, soweit meine innere Spannung das zuliess, und reichte im den zweiten "Joker". Er winkte ab. Ach scheisse. Und noch während ich noch mit ausgestreckter Hand dastand, kam eine Frau vorbei nahm den Flyer aus meiner Hand und ging ihn lesend weiter. Scheisse! Hoch zehn. Was jetzt? Ich stand da, sie lass die Rückseite, sah sich zu mir um, schüttelte den Kopf, warf das Papier in eine Mülltonne und verschwand ebenfalls mit ihrem Auto.

Ich kann garnicht sagen, wie enttäuscht ich war. Ich stand da, hatte einen wahnsinnig erregenden Moment erlebt und sollte nun nichts davon haben... Mein Plan war kläglich gescheitert. Aber er war ja noch Zeit bis ich mich aufmachen musste - eine gute dreiviertel Stunde. Ich wusste wie ich meinen überfluteten Schritt ent lasten würde. Die restlichen Flyer kurz entsorgt, war ich bald bei meiner Decke angelangt. Ich versicherte mich, dass ich allein war, zog mir den Rock, Kappe, Sonnenbrille und die Schuhe aus, legte mich auf die Decke, spreizte meine Beine und sah in den Abendhimmel, als ich mit meinen Fingern in meine Nässe eindrang. Endlich! Ich rieb wild an meiner Lust herum und knetete mit der anderen Hand meine Brust. Er war herrlich. An meinem Rücken fühlte ich etwas hartes. Die Handschellen. Hatte mich daraufgelegt. Ich holte sie unter mir hervor, zog mir mein Oberteil und den Waspie auch noch aus und lag nun nackt bis auf die Halterlosen da und befriedigte mich selbst. Mein Schoß zuckte schon und mein Höhepunkt kündigte sich an - als ich bemerkte, dass in einiger Entfernung eine Gestalt aus dem Schatten von einem der Bäume trat.

Panisch hielt ich inne. Ich erkannte den Jogger von vorhin. Er stand da, in der Dunkelheit und sah zu mir herüber. Genau zwischen meine ausgestreckten Beine. Ohne ein Wort zu sagen kam er näher. Ich war wie erstarrt. Als er auf fünf Meter herangekommen war, hob ich meine Hand. Er hielt und sah mich an. Dann zog er langsam seine Hose runter. Ich sah seinen steifen Penis, an den er Hand anlegte und anfing sich zu wichsen. Stumm sah ich ihm zu. Er hatte einen schönen Schwanz, wenn er auch sonst nicht mein Typ war. Von seinem Treiben angemacht, streichelte ich meinen Bauch, dann knetete ich meine Nippel und wurde immer schärfer. Meine Muschi fing erneut Feuer. Wir beobachteten uns gegenseitig. Mir schoss eine Idee in den Kopf. Lächelnd nahm ich die Handschellen und warf sie zu ihn rüber. Er bückte sich, hob sie auf und sah mich fragend an. Ich ging auf die Knie, drehte mich seitlich und deutete ihm an seine Hände auf dem Rücken zu fesseln. Er verstand und kam meiner Bitte nach. Nun stand er da mit runtergelassener Hose, steil aufragendem Ständer und auf dem Rücken gefesselten Händen. Ich erhob mich und ging auf ihn zu. Kurz vor ihm sank ich auf die Knie und fasste seine Pracht fest mit meiner rechten Hand. Er war steinhart. Und ich bewegte völlig hemmungslos meine Hand an ihm auf und ab. Ein fremder Schwanz in meiner Hand. Wie geil! Er stöhnte und ich streichelte mich. Seine Eichel glänzte und verströmte einen betörenden Duft. Er kam näher und berührte zuerst nur meine Brüste mit seinen Oberschenkeln. Dann drückte er mich rückwärts zu Boden und ging links und rechts von meinem Bauch auf die Knie... Jetzt war ich unter ihm gefangen, seine Eier lagen zwischen meinen Brüsten, sein Schwanz ragte vor meinem Gesicht in die Höhe und ich wichste ihn wie verrückt weiter. Er grinste mich an und schüttelte den Kopf. Ich sah ihn fragend an, hilflos ausgeliefert. Er sah auf seinen Steifen, schüttelte den Kopf erneut und ich hörte auf, ihn zu bearbeiten. Er nickte. Sein Ständer war nah über meinem Gesicht. Wir sahen uns lange in die Augen, bis sein Steifer zuckte. Ich erwartete jeden Moment sein Sperma und fand es total geil, dass er ohne meine Mithilfe kommen würde.

Und dann schoss es aus ihn heraus! Ein dicker Strahl schoss über meinen Kopf hinweg. Und mir wurde klar, dass er nicht spritze - er pisste! Er pisste! Und im gleichen Augenblick als ich es umriss, traf er mein Gesicht. Ich wand mich, doch er hielt mich fest umklammert. Sein warmes Gepinkel schoss in mein Gesicht, meine Haare, auf meine Nase, lief an meinem Kinn und an meinen Wangen herab. Und ich fand es höllisch scharf. Weil ich mich nicht wehren konnte. Weil ich die Pissvorlage war - für einen Fremden. Weil ich verdorben und pervers und total versaut war! Oh mein Gott! Seine letzten Schübe nässten meinen Busen ein... Ich griff seinen immer noch harten Schwanz und wichste los wie eine Wilde! Er stöhnte. Ich machte immer fester und schneller weiter. Und dann kam er richtig schön auf meine Brüste. Es war herrlich. Wundervoll benutzt lag ich da! Meine Fotze brannte vor Verlangen. An meinem Körper die Pisse und Wichse eines Wildfremden.

Und er grinste, so breit... Bis über beide Ohren. Mit etwas Mühe erhob er sich und gab mich frei. Ich realisierte dass ich niemals in dieser Verfassung meinen Freund abholen konnte und zum wiederholten Male an diesem Abend erfasste mich Panik. Ich kroch blitzschnell unter ihm weg, schnappte mir meine Klamotten, warf ihm den Schlüssel der Handschellen vor die Füße ins Gras und rannte! So gut wie nackt. Dabei schaute ich mich nach überall hin um. Nicht, dass es etwas genutzt hätte, wenn dort jemand gewesen wäre, aber zumindest schien er mir nicht zu folgen... Kurz vor dem Parkplatz hielt ich inne, stieg hastig in mein Kleid und warf mein Top über, um sofort weiter zu rennen zu meinem Auto. Fix aufgeschlossen, angelassen und weg...

Kurz vor der nächsten Ausfahrt bemerkte ich, dass ich in die falsche Richtung fuhr, drehte und schaute auf die Uhr. Noch 30 Minuten bis ich meinen Freund abholen müsste. Aber ich musste erstmal nach Hause und trat ordentlich aufs Gas.

Als ich in der Wohnung war und geduscht hatte, nahm ich mein Handy und las die SMS meines Freundes: Gehen noch was trinken. Komm mit der U. Ich antwortete: OK! Im Handtuch saß ich auf dem Bett und begann zu weinen - die ganze Angst war auf einaml verflogen. Ich entspannte... bis ich mich zurück lehnte, meine Beine öffnete und mich zum Trost streichelte. Meine Gedanken kreisten um den Abend und was ich erlebt habe und der anschließende Orgasmus war galaktisch.
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Daddy's Plan 5

In the first month of Jessi's last year of highschool Dad was called by the school to meet her guidance counsellor. Dad was a bit late for the appointment as he had taking the bus because his car was being repaired. The counsellor got straight to the point telling Dad that his daughter's marks were too low to get into any college and she really did not show much aptitude for any job requiring advanced training.

On the bus ride home Dad overheard two guys talking:
"My s****r asked me where Nicaragua was"
"I said Central America"
"She said 'Oh so it's like around Kansas somewhere?'"
"I see a brass pole and body glitter in her future..."

That night after Jessi was asl**p he became depressed. His plan had not worked it looked like she would be a slut after all any girl who was willing to join a threesome on her second date was highly suspect to say the least. She was not smart enough for any further formal education. If she became a stripper he could very well see her in a back room naked lap dancing or worse. He racked his brain thinking how he could protect her while she embraced her inner slut.

The next day Dad met a new client. This was a sigificant sale as the client wanted multiple web sites all built from scratch and cross linked. It was only when he got home and looked in detail at the content that for these web sites that he realize that they were all about young teen porn with downloadable videos and pictures. They included a range of barely legal girls doing a variaty of sex acts like striptease, masterbating with toys, squirting and even BJs.

He was thinking that if he didn't have Jessi around the free access to all that porn would have been great. That was when the solution for Jessi's delema hit him like a ton of bricks. His baby girl was at least as beautiful as any of those teens. His plan had failed and it was unlikely that the "slut secret" was going to be kept when she started dating again.

So Dad came up with a new plan. He was going to have to train his daughter to become a porn star with her own web site. Of course he would be her stud and thus keep her somewhat in check. The next day he went out and bought video equipment, editing software and an "ideas" manual.

That night when he was on Jessi's bed he presented her with the Kama Sutra. As delicately as he could, Daddy explained what the counselor had told him. Frankly Jessi was not all that surprised. With a bit of hessitation he explain about his new client's web sites and how he thought Jessi had better potential than any of those other girls.

Jessi did show her potential by asking "You really think I'm sexier than those girls?" She was not at all bothered by the whole world knowing that she did porn for a living.

She wrote:
"... Daddy as usual, is looking out for me as we'll start my job training after his birthday. At least its a subject I like. Daddy's birthday is Saturday and this year he's going to have me in everyway;) ..."

Saturday morning Jessi went to the beauty parlor then came home to cook his favourite meal. She disappeared to get all dressed up in her slinkiest dress. Dad called saying the supper was ready. When she came down the stairs he knew even a dead man would get an erection at the sight of his little girl's curves.

She took his hand and guided him to the table then brought out the food. In candle light his daughter was a vision to tantalize any man's sole. It was a one way conversation as he was too transfixed by her beauty to talk.

Jessi talked, smiled and laughed. When the main courses were over she cleaned up then returned to take his hand saying Daddy desert is in my room then winked. As they walked to her room she undid and dropped her dress, then bra then panties. Only garter, stockings and heels remained by the time they got to her room.

She proceeded to undress Daddy all the while looking into his eyes. By the time he only had boxers on they were tented barely constraining his manhood. Jessi went to her knees and rubbed her face into his cock while hands gripping his butt cheeks pulled him towards her.

Jessi hooked her thumbs into his waste band and pulled them slowly down. Once the head of his cock was exposed she kissed and licked it then kissy-licked down that ever more exposed shaft. Daddy panted while gazing into his sexy girl's eyes.

As soon as gravity dropped his boxers she engulfed him to until it touched the back of her throat. Her tougue sliding rapidly under the shaft. When she pulled off with a sucking pop, Jessu stood up kissed him on the lips then said "Daddy, I'm your desert blow out my candles but keep my fire burning."

She lay back on the bed, took out fur lined cuffs and handed them to her Father. Daddy locked them to the head board and her wrists. Jessi spread her legs and said "Daddy taste your desert." He stretched those stocking clad legs wide and mouthed her sex. The two experienced oral lovers were in perfect harmony as Daddy soon had Jessi orgasm balanced on the tip of his tongue.

When she came her yell was "Take me Daddy!" and the man stepped up to the plate. He let go of her legs, took his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit playing with her clit. Jessi's eyes flared and she breathed out "Daddy now, please now."

He found his daughter's entrance and pushed slowly inside then stopped. Jessi moved her hips trying to get him deeper when he said "I love you Jessi" then thrust deep until his balls touched her ass. He held there bracing himself by holding onto the headboard. Jessi had one tear tickle down her cheek but smiled up at the man she loved above all others.

Soon she whispered "I'm ready Daddy". He started a steady slow long stroke into his princess listening to her litany of "aah"s. Jessi wrapped her legs around him and thrust up to meet his stroke. He changed his pace to a few deep fast strokes and his princess grunted then switched his pace again.

Jessi could not quite match his thrusts as he changed up so often. That did not stop her from reaching a new climatic peek. Daddy pushed her to a climax with some more short fast strokes and she came with her velvet walls clamped around his hardon.

Daddy uncuffed her and told Jessi to get on her knees. Once there he thrust back inside his birthday gift. This time Daddy was out to please himself fucking Jessi harder going faster and faster. To his delight Jessi began yell "Fuck me Daddy!" ever louder until the two lovers came together.

They collapsed on the bed with Daddy saying "That was the best present I every received outside of you angel." Jessi smiled to herself replying "Daddy this is the gift that keeps on giving." That evening he fucked his baby girl one more time until he was spent and they slept late into the next morning. When his angel opened her eyes and looked at him he said "From now on baby you sl**p in Daddy's bed." A broad smile was his only reply.
THE END
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Daddy's Plan 5


In the first month of Jessi's last year of highschool Dad was called by the school to meet her guidance counsellor. Dad was a bit late for the appointment as he had taking the bus because his car was being repaired. The counsellor got straight to the point telling Dad that his daughter's marks were too low to get into any college and she really did not show much aptitude for any job requiring advanced training.

On the bus ride home Dad overheard two guys talking:
"My s****r asked me where Nicaragua was"
"I said Central America"
"She said 'Oh so it's like around Kansas somewhere?'"
"I see a brass pole and body glitter in her future..."

That night after Jessi was asl**p he became depressed. His plan had not worked it looked like she would be a slut after all any girl who was willing to join a threesome on her second date was highly suspect to say the least. She was not smart enough for any further formal education. If she became a stripper he could very well see her in a back room naked lap dancing or worse. He racked his brain thinking how he could protect her while she embraced her inner slut.

The next day Dad met a new client. This was a sigificant sale as the client wanted multiple web sites all built from scratch and cross linked. It was only when he got home and looked in detail at the content that for these web sites that he realize that they were all about young teen porn with downloadable videos and pictures. They included a range of barely legal girls doing a variaty of sex acts like striptease, masterbating with toys, squirting and even BJs.

He was thinking that if he didn't have Jessi around the free access to all that porn would have been great. That was when the solution for Jessi's delema hit him like a ton of bricks. His baby girl was at least as beautiful as any of those teens. His plan had failed and it was unlikely that the "slut secret" was going to be kept when she started dating again.

So Dad came up with a new plan. He was going to have to train his daughter to become a porn star with her own web site. Of course he would be her stud and thus keep her somewhat in check. The next day he went out and bought video equipment, editing software and an "ideas" manual.

That night when he was on Jessi's bed he presented her with the Kama Sutra. As delicately as he could, Daddy explained what the counselor had told him. Frankly Jessi was not all that surprised. With a bit of hessitation he explain about his new client's web sites and how he thought Jessi had better potential than any of those other girls.

Jessi did show her potential by asking "You really think I'm sexier than those girls?" She was not at all bothered by the whole world knowing that she did porn for a living.

She wrote:
"... Daddy as usual, is looking out for me as we'll start my job training after his birthday. At least its a subject I like. Daddy's birthday is Saturday and this year he's going to have me in everyway;) ..."

Saturday morning Jessi went to the beauty parlor then came home to cook his favourite meal. She disappeared to get all dressed up in her slinkiest dress. Dad called saying the supper was ready. When she came down the stairs he knew even a dead man would get an erection at the sight of his little girl's curves.

She took his hand and guided him to the table then brought out the food. In candle light his daughter was a vision to tantalize any man's sole. It was a one way conversation as he was too transfixed by her beauty to talk.

Jessi talked, smiled and laughed. When the main courses were over she cleaned up then returned to take his hand saying Daddy desert is in my room then winked. As they walked to her room she undid and dropped her dress, then bra then panties. Only garter, stockings and heels remained by the time they got to her room.

She proceeded to undress Daddy all the while looking into his eyes. By the time he only had boxers on they were tented barely constraining his manhood. Jessi went to her knees and rubbed her face into his cock while hands gripping his butt cheeks pulled him towards her.

Jessi hooked her thumbs into his waste band and pulled them slowly down. Once the head of his cock was exposed she kissed and licked it then kissy-licked down that ever more exposed shaft. Daddy panted while gazing into his sexy girl's eyes.

As soon as gravity dropped his boxers she engulfed him to until it touched the back of her throat. Her tougue sliding rapidly under the shaft. When she pulled off with a sucking pop, Jessu stood up kissed him on the lips then said "Daddy, I'm your desert blow out my candles but keep my fire burning."

She lay back on the bed, took out fur lined cuffs and handed them to her Father. Daddy locked them to the head board and her wrists. Jessi spread her legs and said "Daddy taste your desert." He stretched those stocking clad legs wide and mouthed her sex. The two experienced oral lovers were in perfect harmony as Daddy soon had Jessi orgasm balanced on the tip of his tongue.

When she came her yell was "Take me Daddy!" and the man stepped up to the plate. He let go of her legs, took his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit playing with her clit. Jessi's eyes flared and she breathed out "Daddy now, please now."

He found his daughter's entrance and pushed slowly inside then stopped. Jessi moved her hips trying to get him deeper when he said "I love you Jessi" then thrust deep until his balls touched her ass. He held there bracing himself by holding onto the headboard. Jessi had one tear tickle down her cheek but smiled up at the man she loved above all others.

Soon she whispered "I'm ready Daddy". He started a steady slow long stroke into his princess listening to her litany of "aah"s. Jessi wrapped her legs around him and thrust up to meet his stroke. He changed his pace to a few deep fast strokes and his princess grunted then switched his pace again.

Jessi could not quite match his thrusts as he changed up so often. That did not stop her from reaching a new climatic peek. Daddy pushed her to a climax with some more short fast strokes and she came with her velvet walls clamped around his hardon.

Daddy uncuffed her and told Jessi to get on her knees. Once there he thrust back inside his birthday gift. This time Daddy was out to please himself fucking Jessi harder going faster and faster. To his delight Jessi began yell "Fuck me Daddy!" ever louder until the two lovers came together.

They collapsed on the bed with Daddy saying "That was the best present I every received outside of you angel." Jessi smiled to herself replying "Daddy this is the gift that keeps on giving." That evening he fucked his baby girl one more time until he was spent and they slept late into the next morning. When his angel opened her eyes and looked at him he said "From now on baby you sl**p in Daddy's bed." A broad smile was his only reply.
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SSBBW Encouter - Part 7 - the plan executed

Part 7, the plan executed
I took her hand and led her up the stairs and indicated for Tom to follow. I could sense her nervousness as we slipped into the bedroom, her eyes were cast down, and she was moving hesitantly as she kicked off her shoes. I pulled her into my body, kissing her face, then I whispered in her ear, “this is all about you, sweetie. Tonight you will have pleasure like you’ve never known,” I could feel a faint shiver run through her with my words. I kept up the steady banter into her ear, but looked over her shoulder to catch Tom’s eyes and motion him to us. As I covered her face with kisses, Tom moved up from behind and pressed against her. I felt her stiffen, but he as he began to kiss the back of her neck down her spine, I could feel her relax ever so slightly. He reached around her and started to fondle her colossal breasts, squeezing them in against her chest, massaging them. I felt her breath on my face as it quickened and I continued to kiss her face, trailing down to her chest until Tom was feeding her magnificent tits into my mouth, just as I had previously done for him when we were on the sofa. She rolled her head back into Tom’s chest as he lightly bit at her ear, whispering to her about how hot she was, how sexy she was, how he wanted to make her cum over and over. Her eyes were closed as I continued to suckle hungrily at her nipples. Tom moved his hands across her abundant flesh, rubbing her soft belly, and then slowly unfastening her pants. He tugged at her her tight jeans, fighting to pull them over her hefty hips. As he did, she started to say something in protest, but I quickly moved up from her tits to suck the words right out of her mouth. Nothing came out but a muffled mmmph sound as Tom pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles, then carefully lifted one foot then the other to free her of the last vestige of her clothing. Her enormous ass spread before his face. She stood there between us, totally naked, Her soft skin was so pale and the bulk of her flesh billowed between us like an enormous body pillow. I felt my cock start to grow. Tom stepped back briefly to admire the voluptuous form before him. I could see that he was becoming aroused, too. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head as he, too, kicked off his shoes and socks. He stepped forward once again. This time, I definitely felt her shiver as his flesh met hers and he continued nibbling on her neck and spine again. I know that she had to be aware of the bulge in his pants, no pressing into her behind. I took both of her hands and pushed her back towards Tom and the waiting bed. Tom stepped aside as she sat on the edge of the bed. As I let go of her hands, Tom was on his knees and in between her immense thighs in a flash. His face nuzzled his way to her fat snatch as he pushed his face in from side to side, digging his way through her flesh to his reward. Her thighs opened and her sex perfume filled the air. Tom gave a groan as he took a deep breath and dove into the depths of her fleshy fat cunt. She was dripping wet and slick. She leaned back onto the bed and pulled her feet up to the edge of the bed, opening her hulking, quivering thighs as wide as she could. With his hands, Tom pushed the heft of her belly up and dove deeper into her cunt, licking and sucking. I leaned against the wall and took in the sight in front of me. My hot BBW, spread before my friend, getting the pussy licking of a lifetime. Without thinking, my hand rubbed along the shaft of my hardening cock through the cloth of my pants. The scene was just so fucking hot as she thrashed her arms on the bed while her pussy was sucked and licked. I could hear her building rapidly to a climax as Tom never stopped his relentless attack on her pussy. Tom would only pause for a breath before diving in again, his entire face engulfed in her colossal pussy. Her cries became louder and louder with every lash of his tongue until at last, she came with a wail that rattled the windows. Tom did not let up, but instead, drove his fingers deep into her tight hole and pushed her orgasm higher and higher as he sucked at her pussy and furiously finger fucked her BBW twat. She was screaming with every wave of ecstasy that shuddered her huge body and sent cascades of cum into his mouth. She was dangerously close to hyperventilating and she was backing away from his mouth to try to ease the assault on her cunt. As she moved her ass onto the bed, Tom jumped onto the bed, stood over her, and dropped his pants, kicking them to the side. His rock hard shaft sprang from his pants. Her eyes widened as she gasped for breath, wildly looking at his cock, then looking around for me. Tom placed his feet on either side of her face and stooped to feed his cock into her gaping mouth. I moved around the to the head of the bed for a look from a different angle. Tom’s cock was not as long as mine, but extremely thick. He plunged it into her mouth and down her throat, holding it there for just a little bit, until her body convulsed with gagging, then he withdrew it. She didn’t have a chance to draw a breath when he plunged his thick cock into her mouth again. Her eyes were watering now, and she looked a bit panicked. I moved to her head and reached out to softly stroke her hair. She looked so hot, her throat filled with his fat cock, looking at me through teary eyes as he fucked her mouth as savagely as he had licked her cunt. I looked up at Tom, his eyes glazed over with sheer pleasure, and I said, “I want you to fuck her, fuck her pussy like you are fucking her mouth.” Tom stood up and moved to a position between her gargantuan thighs. He lifted her feet and pushed them up into the air towards her head. I grabbed her feet, holding there while he took aim, but motioned for him to hold up for a minute. By now she had caught her breath and was squirming under my gaze. “Do you want him to fuck you?” I asked. She bit her lip, but nodded yes. “You want him to fuck you with his big thick cock?” She nodded again. “Well, ask him,” I demanded. She didn’t hesitate as she did before but said, “Fuck me, fuck my pussy with your big cock.” As she spoke, her eyes drifted down and I shook her legs, “Look at me. Open your eyes and don’t take them off mine.” I gave Tom the go-ahead and locked her gaze in mine. As I looked into her eyes, holding her legs for another man to fuck her, she had never looked sexier. Tom slowly started working his cock up and down her fat pussy, pushing it through the cushioning into the wet hole that he had made. He rubbed the head up and down her slit until his thick prick was slick with her cum. Slowly placing the head of his cock at the entrance to her hole, he began to enter her with very small thrusts, just the head, in and out. She cried out in anguish, but her eyes never left mine. I saw her pupils dilate as she became more and more aroused. Tom was now fucking her slowly and rhythmically with just the head of his cock, pushing it in, then pulling all the way out. The sucking sounds of her sloppy pussy sounded so wonderful. My cock began to strain at my pants. Her cries turned to little whimpers as he teased her with the head of his cock. He withdrew, then paused for a bit, then very slowly started pushing his cock into her pussy, past the head, deeper and deeper, slowly stretching her wider and wider until she was impaled on the full length of his shaft. She squealed with delight at the feel of his cock splitting her pussy in two then he began to withdraw it as slowly as he had penetrated her. The next plunge was slightly faster and then faster again until he was fucking her with a steady slapping rythym, his hands braced against her upraised fat thighs. She was cooing with pleasure as his hips pulsed in and out, in and out of her pussy. Her eyes were glazing over, but she held her gaze on mine. Tom moved up onto her round belly for a different angle. His hands were now pressing her legs up onto his shoulders, compressing her fat body into rolls, undulating with every thrust of his cock into her pussy. I let go of her legs, and looked away from her to watch his cock slide in and out of her wet pussy. When I looked back, her eyes were seeking mine, seeking my approval. I gave her a smile, sat back and stripped off my shirt. As I unfastened the fly to my pants, she heard the zipper and watched as I freed my raging hard on. I knelt on the bed near her face and fed my cock into her waiting mouth. As I fucked her warm wet mouth, Tom started pounding her pussy hard, the slapping of his loins against her ass and thighs sent shudders through her fat body, her mammoth tits shaking and flopping across her body with every thrust. The slap, slap slap of his body on hers was matched by the fucking I was giving her mouth. She gagged slightly and tried to draw back and I grabbed her face by the jaw and held her there while I stuffed her sweet swollen lips. She whimpered and Tom upped the pace, grabbing handfuls of her huge tits to pull himself into his pussy as deeply as he could. I let go of her face, grabbed a tit and told him, “Slap it.” He gave it a somewhat timid pat. “No,” I shouted, “Slap it hard! She loves it!” and to demonstrate my point, I slapped across the nipple hard. I felt her convulse beneath me. Her huge tit flopped to the side as I let go and grabbed her face again. “You like being fucked like this, don’t you,” I stated more than asked since her mouth was full of my throbbing cock. Tom was pounding into her pussy, now and started to get rougher and rougher with her tits, pulling and squeezing them, slapping them across her chest as he furiously fucked her pussy. She started heading for her next big orgasm of the night. I pulled from her mouth and commanded her, “Look at me” as I grabbed her chin and gave her cheek a slight slap. Her eyes flew open at the sting, but her breathing became heavier and faster as Tom’s fat dick plunged in and out of her pussy. She locked my eyes with hers and started saying, “Fuck me, oh God, fuck my pussy, fuck me, fuck me!” Tom was like a jackhammer now, pounding her pussy, his whole body slapping at hers, and as she started to cum, her voice began to wail and cry out, “Oh my God, I’m coming, fuck me harder, fuck me, oh my God, oh my God!” Her pussy dribbled her cum as she screamed over and over. Tom was slowing his pace but I was stroking my cock, so hot from the sight of her big soft body quivering from the mad crazy fucking that Tom was giving her. He slowly withdrew and she gave a brief cry for more. He lay down on the bed beside her quaking body, his thick cock still rock hard. He pulled at her body and motioned for her to climb on top. I nodded with my approval and she heaved her body over and sat up on her knees. As she got hesitantly to her feet to straddle him, I reached out to help her balance with one hand as she guided his thick cock into her pussy with the other. With a little adjusting of her fat thighs, she finally pushed onto his cock, up to his balls, her round belly resting on his. She started slowly grinding her pelvis into his. She leaned over to brace herself with her hands, and her enormous tits swung in his face, covering it with their weighty mass. He started moving his head, nuzzling her tits like a calf at a cow’s udder. He groaned with the sheer delight of being smothered in her flesh, her jugs in his face and her tight twat over his cock. She rocked with a steady rhythm on his cock. I slid off the bed. Stroking my cock with my hand, I moved around the bed to get a better view. Her huge ass was shaking with every thrust of her hips. I slowly stroked down her back, then gave her ass a small smack. She squealed a bit and thrust harder as her flesh rippled from the slap, the print of my hand clearly visible on her creamy white skin. I softly traced the print of my hand. She looked so fucking sexy, rocking her pussy on my friend’s cock. I traced down the crack of her ass, still wet with her copious cum. My fingertip found its target and I heard her gasp. “Do you want to try?” I asked, leaving the question incomplete. She nodded, speechless once again. I climbed onto the bed and straddled her ass. Her motion slowed to a stop as she felt me spread her ass for my cock. I rubbed it into the crack of her ass and coated it with her juices. I leaned over her and hissed into her ear, “I want your ass.” I pressed my stiff cock to her asshole and finding no resistance, slid into her up to the hilt. “That was easy,” I exclaimed. The entry may have been easy, but her ass was tighter than ever since her pussy was still filled with Tom’s thick prick. I began stroking in and out of her ass, feeling my cock slide past her cock-filled pussy. I thrust my hips harder and harder against her big white ass. The sight of her quivering asshole stretched over my cock was so fine. I loved the feel of humping her huge ass, hearing her little cries of pleasure as I fucked her harder and harder. Just when I needed to slow my pace, I felt Tom thrust up into her. I pulled her up to sit up against me, my cock buried in her ass, while Tom continued to thrust into her cunt, his hands now kneading her soft belly while I squeezed and pinched at her swollen nipples. She started getting worked up now, and I whispered in her ear, “You’re so sexy. I love seeing you fucked like this. I love your big tits and my cock in your ass. I want you to cum for me, baby. Feel my cock deep inside of you. Cum for me,” I encouraged, “That’s my girl. You’re my little slut. I love feeling you cum. That’s my good girl. Make that hot wet pussy cum.” And as I encouraged her, she came once again, more intense than before. She started screaming and waving her hands helplessly in the air. I could feel the pulsations from her pussy to her ass as she succumbed to the relentless invasion of her body, stretched to the max by our two cocks. As the throbbing of her pussy subsided, I slowly pulled from her ass and pulled her off of Tom’s cock. She rolled to her side and I pulled up and placed her between Tom’s legs. I told her that I wanted her to suck Tom until he came, just as she had first sucked me off. She engulfed his cock like she was suffocating and his balls had air. I continued to talk to her as she bobbed up and down on his cock. “That’s such a good girl. You like the taste of your pussy on his cock. Suck his cock baby, suck it good and make him cum.” I knelt between her legs and pushed her knees apart. With my hands, I spread her ass and pussy before me. It was such an incredible sight. Her pussy lips were swollen, hot pink and puffy. She glistened from her ass to her twat. I reached down with my hand and gave her pussy a few sharp slaps, right across her super sensitive clit. She screamed through her closed mouth but never let go of the lip lock on his cock. I started to rub my prick up and down, from her pussy to her ass. She was so hot from all the fucking friction, and it felt like a wet inferno on my sensitive glans. I slid slowly into her hot swollen, fresh fucked pussy. She was so incredibly tight through all that soft flesh. I started stroking her faster and faster. I reached forward and grabbed those hanging milkers as I slammed into her fat cunt. She also started twisting and bobbing faster and faster on Tom’s cock, the drool from her mouth dripping onto his balls. I heard him groan that he was getting close, so I slapped her ass and told her to suck him harder. As I spoke, I saw Tom spasm, thrusting his hips into her mouth. She gagged, gasped, and I saw his come drip from her puffy lips. I continued to fuck her ravaged pussy as Tom’s cock deflated from her face. She turned to look over her shoulder at me, her mouth agape and dripping with his cum. She ran the tip of her tongue over those cum filled lips and I felt my body start to shake as I began to cum. It rocketed up and out of me, blasting deep into her hot cunt. My body shuddered as I filled her trembling pussy with my seed, packing it deep against her with a final convulsing thrust. I pulled from her abused pussy and saw my cum dripping from her gaping hole. She rolled over and lay next to Tom and I collapsed on top of my big soft human fuck pillow. Everyone heaving a big, contented, fresh fucked sigh. I rolled to her other side, kissed her softly on her swollen lips and smiled. Everything had gone according to plan.
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